apprentice_lurk

((Pretend that's Scourge in the icon. Icon's not done yet.))

*There's a small whimper from the corner, behind a few boxes* *whispered* You can't do that.

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With all due respect, my lord, I can't borrow your cannon to shoot the git myself. I don't have the armour or the power to shoot him down, but I might be able to have him wake up screaming for the rest of his life!

*turns around and tries to find where the voice was coming from* Scourge? You don't need to hide, y'know...

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You can't borrow my cannon but you can borrow the flagship, you fool! Or isn't that enough firepower for you? *optics gleam*

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*...gapes at him. Literally, jaw dropping*

I'd- *poins weakly to the sky* You'd- *wings twitch* Y'mean you'd let- *optics are huge*

*...squeaks quietly*

*...then gives him a vicious, malicious grin better suited to a Sharkticon* Yes sir!

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*grins back, feral and beautiful* Oh yes. You're a Unicronian, aren't you?

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*and that only adds to the distinct aura of wibble going on* Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I automatically get to fly it! *wings flutter*

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*hears that, and spins around to look for the source of the voice* *stops short, optics going wide and a look of real horror coming over his face at the sight of a battered, broken, missing-winged double of his second lieutenant staring timidly up at him*

I am Galvatron! I can do anything I please! *the words are pretty much reflexive, but he still sounds like he believes it*

*moves closer, peering at you* And you are... Scourge?

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*another whimper, and someone nervously pokes his head up over the top of the boxes. It looks like Scourge. Vaguely, in the way a healthy and happy Doberman resembles a Doberman who has spent his whole life being kicked, starved, and kept on a chain. And he only has one wing* Yes. Sort of.

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*stands next to him protectively* That's pretty much what I said, my lord.

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This could get confusing...!

Well, since you're here, I suppose you're under my command! *narrows optics a little* Aren't you...?

((I don't know how this Scourge feels about answering to an alt-Galvatron, but unless they had a very different relationship in his continuity I'm guessing he won't mind too much...? Galvatron isn't going to hurt him, just wants to know where everyone stands.))

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((Scourge is terrified of pretty much everything that isn't Dreadboots, right now. But once he gets over it, he'll probably cling like glue to him. Quite loyal))

I-I think so. Sir. *The dead is talking to him, and he's afraid to move or blink, lest he disappear.* It's good to see you again, sir.

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*smiles at that, reassured that at least this alternate isn't going to make things too difficult*

Fine! Welcome to what seems to be the only half sane continuum around here! *in his usual impulsive fashion, comes forward, kneels, and clasps both of alt-Scourge's hands in his own - his aura washes over Scourge, bright and hot and definitely alive* *his grip is just this side of painfully hard, and again, entirely substantial and real*

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*Scourge quietly takes the energon and stores it away, rationing it out of habit. He starts as Galvatron touches him, staring upward in almost worshipful awe, optics wide with shock* Galvatron.

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*softly, almost affectionately* Scourge... *draws one hand away, moves it to brush his fingertips down Scourge's faceplate*

*quietly, but with fierce conviction* Wherever you came from - you belong with me now...!

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