sunchime | WRONG TURN TO THE BABY WAR

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WRONG TURN TO THE BABY WAR

So, good news -- the space bridge prototype worked. Less good news -- it seems to have taken Starscream with it instead of the drone, which was definitely not the intent. And he hadn't intended to send it to a...ship? It looks like he's on a ship. He can feel the hum of the engines through the bulkheads. There are almost definitely people on this ship -- whose is it? It seems Cybertronian in make, but it's not as though the ports of Cybertron have been especially bustling lately. The hallway he's in is too nondescript to give him a clue as to just what kind of ship this is, but the lack of Decepticon insignias in sight doesn't install a great sense of confidence in him.

His radio pings are hitting dead air, so either no one else was transported here, or the trip messed with his comms. Neither prospect is especially heartening. Clutching his datapad to his chest, Starscream flattens himself against a wall and starts inching toward the nearest turn in the corridor, calling out in a low hiss.

"Megatron?" Nothing. Well. Hm. "Slipstream? ...Strika? Anyone?"

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So far today has been atypically uneventful, which is exactly how Megatron likes it. No explosions. No fires. No mental breakdowns, or at least none where he can see them and therefore none that are in any way his problem, even if any mental breakdown happening to pretty much any Cybertronian at this point is arguably at least partially his fault.

No, just a nice little breather, where he can make time for some reading, drink some of his garbage poisoned robot juice, and do some paperwork.

As he ambles down the corridor he's half reading over a datapad of his own, and half keeping an eye out for any potential ambush attempts. As he turns a corner, though, he notices a figure ahead of him creeping along with the kind of blatant sneakiness that -- on this ship, at least -- is usually accompanied by someone singing their own suspense music.

Megatron narrows his eyes. The figure's back is to him, but that absolutely is not a silhouette he recognises. He's gone out of his way to memorise every member of the Lost Light's crew, and this absolutely isn't one of them.

Then he spots the Decepticon insignia.

He puts the datapad away, and sighs.

"Alright," he says, striding over in irritation so he can grab the stranger by the shoulder, "how long have you been on board, where have you been stowing away?"

Starscream was been so focused on sneaking and trying to peer inconspicuously around the corner that he wasn't actually paying attention to the hall behind him, so Megatron's hand closes over his shoulder he jumps, whirling around in a sharp pivot and moving to bat away Megatron's hand almost automatically. Perhaps getting particular about his personal space isn't the most diplomatic move, but he's just rattled enough by the situation that he's not quite as quick on the draw as usual.

"I'm not a stowaway," he says indignantly, narrowing his eyes up at Megatron. He looks too familiar, uncannily so, but there are key differences -- the face isn't quite the same, the fusion cannon is missing, and -- is that an Autobot badge? "Who are you?"

Megatron looks absolutely perplexed.

Firstly because this individual seems extremely familiar, but the second reason is perhaps even more pressing, and it ends up taking priority in his reaction:

"I'm sorry, what? Who am I? Aren't you a Decepticon?"

"Of course I'm a Decepticon," Starscream huffs, gesturing at the very conspicuous insignias on his wings. This is extremely weird, and increasingly suspicious. "And you're an Autobot. I'm supposed to know who you are why?"

This really doesn't add up, though, and Starscream's starting to look just as baffled as Megatron. This mech looks way too much like Megatron, and the best explanation Starscream can come up with is that he's some sort of weird fanatic, except he's an Autobot -- the logic loop is making his processor spin, and he finally lets out a noise of mixed disgust and frustration and flings his arm in a sharp gesture at Megatron.

"And what is with all this?"

"All of what?" says Megatron. He waves a dismissive hand; he's getting annoyed with this. "Look, if you're not here to try to assassinate me or something then what are you doing on this ship?"

"I asked first," Starscream says impatiently, narrowing his eyes, and crosses his arms. It feels like his logic circuit's shorted out -- oh, hell, another side effect from the space bridge? -- because he keeps getting stuck in loops and it's giving him a headache.

"All of you. Why are you all decked out like Megatron? You're an Autobot. It's just -- it's just very weird. And if that is what you're going for, by the way, you don't really have it right -- you're missing the fusion cannon, for starters -- but I want to know why, and I'm not answering any more questions until you explain."

Yeah, the old petulant jackass routine ought to work like a charm here.

"Excuse me?" says Megatron, bristling. "I am Megatron, you pompous little--"

He grits his teeth and forces himself not to finish that sentence.

"This," he gestures, somewhat vaguely, to his badge, "is not new. I take it you don't keep up with any of the interstellar broadcasts -- which brings me right back to what I want to know, which is which backwater planet did you board this ship on and why?"

It's not just the looks -- it's the demeanor that's a little too familiar, and Starscream looks momentarily taken aback before he grits his teeth. He's not really sure whether he should disclose exactly just how he got here, but it might be better than a lie. He has absolutely no idea where this ship has been, or even whose it is -- shaking off the disorientation from the accidental space bridge trip, he finally regains some of his composure. His mouth tugs into a frown, and this time as he stares at Megatron, it's more calculating than it is curious.

"That's impossible," he says shortly, but he's still scrutinizing the other mech's face carefully. He doesn't look exactly like Megatron, but the similarities are too uncanny to ignore. There has to be some explanation. "I know Megatron -- quite well, actually -- and you aren't him. I was just with him, in fact. This -- " He flings one arm at the hallway around them. "Was a mistake."

Obviously someone else's mistake, judging by his tone of voice.

Megatron raises his... the, like, the part of his face that loosely corresponds to the eyebrow zone, you know -- and then narrows his eyes, looking the interloper carefully up and down.

"Who are you," he demands, but he has the feeling he knows what the answer's going to be.

Starscream bristles at Megatron's tone and the fact that he hasn't gotten a satisfactory question as to this mech's identity, because his logic circuit is still struggling to process the possibility that he might actually be Megatron. Just not his Megatron. Which carries an awful lot of implications that he's not sure he has the processing power to dedicate to sorting through right now.

But, for once in his life, he recognizes that petulantly belaboring the point purely for the sake of getting his way isn't really getting to get them anywhere, he scoffs, "Starscream. Of the Decepticon scientific corps. And one of Megatron's most trusted advisors."

That is technically not in his job description, but Starscream feels like he at least earns that title by virtue of being Megatron's conjunx socia.

Megatron makes a sound that is not really done justice by "Hmm."

Then he says, "Yes, I was worried that might be it." He sighs heavily. And here he was having a good day for once in his miserable life. "Alright. How did you get here. You must have some idea."

"What might be it?" Starscream snaps, although as he really starts to think about it, he's sure he's starting to get an idea. He's not really sure how much of the specifics he really ought to disclose, but lying isn't exactly going to do him any good here, either.

"We were conducting an experiment," he says haughtily, jutting his chin up at Megatron. "We'd built a prototype space bridge. Today was its first field test. Obviously something went wrong, because I ended up -- wherever this is. What ship is this, anyway? Where am I?"

He is like, two steps away from stamping his foot on the ground like a huge fucking baby. He wants ANSWERS.

A prototype space bridge. Ugh.

"This is the Lost Light," says Megatron, frowning down at him. He doesn't like the way this Starscream doesn't seem to be in the slightest bit afraid of him -- and not in that smug, triumphant kind of way where most of the triumph is having gotten himself into a position where he thinks he doesn't need to be. It's like it's just never occurred to him at all. It makes Megatron uncomfortable. "And whatever's going on where you've just come from, you ought to know the war is over here -- but this is still an Autobot ship, and if you cause any trouble, it's not going to go down very well. Do you understand?"

Starscream really doesn't appreciate being talked down to like this, whatever the circumstances, but Megatron's throwing an awful lot at him right now. Starscream gives him an incredulous look, actually taking a step back.

"What do you mean, the war is over?" Already? Sure, the Decepticons had been gaining an edge over the Autobots, but truth be told, no side was all that close to victory. His eyes fell on Megatron's Autobot badge again and he narrowed his eyes with an accusing look. "You lost?"

Megatron's eyes narrow to a pair of angry red lines.

"Yes."

Any respect Starscream might have been beginning to harbor for Megatron by virtue of, well, being Megatron pretty much immediately drops away, and his expression goes cool and flat.

"You lost, and now you wear the enemy's brand?" This Starscream is, admittedly, not as practiced in the art of giving Megatron scathing looks of scorn, but despite that he manages it pretty well. "You might look like him, you even talk like him -- but you are not Megatron."

"I wear this by my own choice," Megatron snaps. "Do not presume you understand what went into that choice."

The idea that Megatron would choose to wear the Autobot insignia, to fall in line with the people who've been impeding Cybertron's progress all along, to follow Elita -- that's easily worse than if he'd been coerced into it somehow.

"I don't presume to understand," Starscream says shortly. Because this is utterly absurd. He's starting to wonder if space bridge flare knocked him back with a concussive blast, and if this is all some extremely discomfiting dream. "And I'm not here to make trouble. Frankly, I'd rather spend as little time on this ship -- the Lost Light? -- as possible. All I'm concerned with is getting back to Cybertron. My Cybertron."

He means it as a kind of biting insult at what considers to be fraudulent nonsense, but then he's forced to fully entertain the possibility that this isn't his Cybertron, his world, and that this is actually Megatron, in a manner of speaking, and that the space bridge did a hell of a lot more than just jettison him off to some random coordinates. With the nature of spacetime and the very specific ways space bridge theory manipulated it, there was just the slightest possibility that this was actually...oh no. And the "oh no" shows on Starscream's face pretty clearly.

Having already reached his own 'oh no' several minutes ago, Megatron has little sympathy for the one Starscream has belatedly arrived at.

"Good. With any luck we ought to be able to work out how to send you back where you came from." He sincerely hopes so, anyway. The last thing he needs is to be saddled with some kind of alternate universe Starscream doppelganger on top of everything else. If he's really lucky, maybe he'll be able to just foist him off on Perceptor and Brainstorm and wash his own hands of the entire thing.

He eyes Starscream critically. "Is there any chance any of your allies will be attempting to follow you here?"

"Well, they'll certainly be looking for me," Starscream says, not at all liking the tone here, like he's just some problem to be solved, and he isn't thrilled at being at the mercy of the Autobots, either. "Megatron wouldn't just let me disappear without an investigation. I'm too important."

Sure you are, buddy.

"Of course you are." Megatron doesn't bother suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "What I'm asking is whether we're going to have to deal with any more of you showing up."

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Starscream glares up at him. What's with the eye rolling, Megatron, he super doesn't appreciate whatever shade you're throwing here.

"If they can pinpoint my location," he says impatiently, "then yes, they'll come get me. But if it's an attack you're worried about -- doubtful, unless it's provoked." At least, he's pretty sure that his Megatron's not going to bother picking a fight with a bunch of Autobots that aren't even from their own universe. "We're still fighting a war. It'd be a colossal waste of time and effort to launch an attack on this ship when there's plenty of fighting to be done on Cybertron, if you ask me. And I doubt Megatron would do anything that stupid and tactically unsound."

What he does have doubts about, though, is just how his Megatron might react to this one. He'd like to think that his own Megatron would regard this mech with the same contempt that Starscream currently does, but...there's a chance it could cause a delay. That it might make him hesitate, even just out of curiosity. No, Starscream decides, if -- when Megatron comes to his rescue, he's got to make sure that he doesn't ever actually meet this Autobot Megatron. He'd be saving everyone a whole lot of trouble. Obviously.

"Hmm," says Megatron, who is honestly more worried about an exhausting uptick in shenanigans than he is about the Lost Light actually being attacked by Decepticons. That said, though... he can definitely imagine a version of himself being offended enough by his own appearance to order an attack... But on the other hand it's much harder to imagine traversing alternate realities to rescue Starscream.

He decides he probably has nothing to worry about. At least, nothing that isn't already standing in front of him giving him the evil eye.

"Alright," he says curtly, and starts down the corridor. "Let's see if Perceptor and Brainstorm can send you back to where you're supposed to be. Cybertron, you said?" He glances down at Starscream, considering. "Is your war still contained to your home planet, then?"

"Yes," Starscream answers, a bit warily. It's Cybertron they're fighting over, after all, although he fully recognizes that the increasingly violent struggle for resources, especially energy, is starting to put a considerable strain on the planet. Evidently this Megatron's war had gone on long enough that they'd needed to go beyond Cybertron to fight the war.

Quickening his stride to keep pace with Megatron, Starscream gets an uncomfortable flash of deja vu to a conversation he'd had mere hours ago in one of the corridors in the Hall of Records. This is weird and he Does Not Like It. "I have data from our space bridge, you know, I don't -- did you say Brainstorm? You want me to work with Brainstorm?"

Megatron arches a ... forehead ... portion??

"I want you to give him and Perceptor whatever information you can about your prototype so that they can pinpoint where you went wrong and how it landed you here, yes."

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