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Title: Cats and Jets
Rating: G
Continuity: Dreamwave G1
Characters: Starscream, Jetfire, an unnamed cat
Summary: Jetfire picks something up in a battle shortly after survivingwith no possession, shh the Sunstorm confrontation. Starscream follows.
Jetfire had behaved strangely during the last part of the fight. Starscream scowled as he kept his scanners up, not sure why he was even doing this. He hadn't expected to see Jetfire again after the confrontation with Sunstorm and to - roughly a few weeks later - suddenly be in a battle that seemed to just have been transplanted from Cybertron's past to Earth, now... Was kind of disorienting.
And that made Starscream angry.
Still didn't mean he wasn't going to check on Jetfire, who hadn't followed the Autobots for whatever reason; another point to the 'was behaving strangely'. Starscream was beginning to question his decision - let the idiot jet take care of himself - when he first got a blip on his scanner reading a Cybertronian precense, which minutes later resolved itself into Jetfire.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground kind of well-hidden from the nearby city, Jetfire was holding his hands up strangely... as if he was holding something in one of them, but Starscream could see nothing. Hesitating a moment, and against his better judgment, Starscream landed, fists on hip, and ready to blast the idiot for just sitting there for no slagging reason at all.
"Starscream." Jetfire didn't even look up as he acknowledged the Seeker's presence some steps away from him, apparently more intent on whatever he had in his hands. "I haven't had time yet to adjust to access the local information network... internet, right? Would you happen to know what this is?" Jetfire finally splayed out his hands, revealing... a cat.
A regular, striped gray cat with a clear streak of white fur around its neck that made it look like it was wearing a collar.
While Starscream stared, helm cocked, and looked from cat to Jetfire - incredulous not because Jetfire didn't know, or because it was a cat but... just incredulous - the cat sat up, swiped a few licks down its back, stretched and started to wander around the hand. It looked ridiculously tiny.
"It's a keratin-covered, flesh-eating, four-legged, biurnal but mostly nocturnal Earth creature which houses its non-independent young inside of it, which burst out of the carrier in a shower of gore when ready, and then the young feed upon the the carrier's very vital fluids." It was a very bland, matter-of-fact description. It wasn't, even, technically a lie. Starscream shrugged, palms up, when Jetfire looked up at him, optics narrowed, from following the cat's progression from his hand up along his arm, jumping up angles and a steady tink-tink-tink from claws bettering purchase on smooth the metal.
"Starscream... I'd appreciate a non-embellished explanation," Jetfire said with a frown, focusing back at the cat which was now wandering around his helm, jusping up and down various angles, inclines and rubbing against the metal. Finally it jumped up on the throat protector, and took a last leap up on Jetfire's chin-guard. Head and ears thrust forward, its tail ending in a curl somewhat reminiscent of a question-mark, it touched its by-many-orders-of-magnitude-smaller nose against the tip of Jetfire's nasal ridge. Jetfire smiled, and Starscream resisted the urge to imitate a human gesture.
It was all very nauseating.
"It's the truth. I thought you'd appreciate the bare-bones, factual explanation," Starscream sneered, arms crossed, helm angled away in a huffy show of haughtiness. Jetfire snorted faintly and looked back at Starscream - made slightly complicated by the fact that the cat had just stood up, stretched out with one forepaw resting against the space between lips and the tip of the nasal ridge, the other curiously batting at said ridge - not exactly able to decide between amusement and disbelief.
"I see. And what do humans call it?"
Scrap. Caught.
Starscream twitched, scowled at a tree some distance away and then vented a long, loud sigh.
"To them, this tiny, predatory terror is known as a cat, and they keep it as a pet. A pet, Jetfire! But then, considering humans are distantly related to cats, maybe that makes sense." Starscream shrugged again, tilting his helm back at Jetfire's definitely - if mildly - disbelieveing and confused, expression.
Whatever came form this, this had made it worth it.
"Related? They don't look---Ah, careful." Jetfire's tone of voice changed from a rebuke to a gentle murmur as he held up his hand to catch the cat when it jumped from the top of his chest-plates... for some reason. Jetfire wasn't tiny after all.
The creature let out its customary noise, and Jetfire, once again, smiled faintly and lifted a finger, somehow managing to rub just a small bit of plating against the cat's back. Starscream stared, scowled, and for some reason felt like shooting the stupid animal while it squirmed into the touch, back arching, and started to purr.
"Humans as well as cats, are mammals. They belong to the same... slightly related biological family. I'm amazed you don't know this yet!" Starscream resorted to needling Jetfire, resolutely not looking at the cat. Jetfire grimaced slightly and... was he embarrassed? Guilty over not knowing all there was to know, yet, about Earth and its species? Starscream couldn't believe it.
"I... haven't had the... opportunity," Jetfire said, looking at the ground and then at the cat as he petted it as well as he could. To be honest, the lack of opportunity had come from suspicion, after how everything with the Orion had gone down, the Earth-bound Autobots had wanted to know everything...
Only the arrival of the Prime along with - briefly - Ultra Magnus, who could confirm Operation: Containment as real, had resolved some issues. Not that Jetfire begrudged them their suspicions, since, as he understood it, Grimlock had been a particularly loose cannon lately...
"Oh, for... Stop that, Jetfire!" Starscream glared, throwing his arms up and stalked closer. "Let me guess, they were being all suspicious. Of course they were. Now stop looking like someone kicked your puppy and go connect to the internet, or something... or find an electronic library, I don't care, download what information this species have on itself and their planet, and then start finding slag out yourself. Just... stop looking so pathetic!" Stabbing the larger jet in the front of his helm with a finger - now that he could as Jetfire was sitting down - Starscream glared into bright blue optics and then glared down at the purring cat.
"Also, get rid of that. You won't be able to feed it in your cozy little city, and even if you never would, someone'll probably accidentally step on it." In fact, Starscream felt like doing some "accidental" stepping himself, if only to have that purring ball of fluff be quiet. It was annoying. Jetfire tilted his helm, giving Starscream a flat, arch look.
"Well, er, yes? Autobot City would hardly be the right place - in the long term - for a native creature of Earth as tiny as this is. But since you said humans used them as pets, that means it either has, or needs, someone to take care of it. It would be irresponsible to have picked up in battle to save it from death merely to release it in the wild." Jetfire stood up, once again shielding the cat in both his hands.
"Thank you. I'll make sure it gets some humans to take care of it, but in the meantime, I suppose I'll have to do." With that, Jetfire stepped away so he could push off from the ground, leaving Starscream rather flabbergasted. Cats... didn't need humans... or anyone! to take care of them---
::JETFIRE! Come back here and put that stupid animal back! You have no idea where it's been!:: Unthinkingly, Starscream opened up an old frequency, well-used both before the war and before Jetfire... left... but untouched since then. All he got in reply was a low, dry chuckle. Starscream snarled and blasted the tree he'd earlier glared at into smoldering, charred bits.
Blast that overgrown jet!
Title: Cats and Jets
Rating: G
Continuity: Dreamwave G1
Characters: Starscream, Jetfire, an unnamed cat
Summary: Jetfire picks something up in a battle shortly after surviving
Jetfire had behaved strangely during the last part of the fight. Starscream scowled as he kept his scanners up, not sure why he was even doing this. He hadn't expected to see Jetfire again after the confrontation with Sunstorm and to - roughly a few weeks later - suddenly be in a battle that seemed to just have been transplanted from Cybertron's past to Earth, now... Was kind of disorienting.
And that made Starscream angry.
Still didn't mean he wasn't going to check on Jetfire, who hadn't followed the Autobots for whatever reason; another point to the 'was behaving strangely'. Starscream was beginning to question his decision - let the idiot jet take care of himself - when he first got a blip on his scanner reading a Cybertronian precense, which minutes later resolved itself into Jetfire.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground kind of well-hidden from the nearby city, Jetfire was holding his hands up strangely... as if he was holding something in one of them, but Starscream could see nothing. Hesitating a moment, and against his better judgment, Starscream landed, fists on hip, and ready to blast the idiot for just sitting there for no slagging reason at all.
"Starscream." Jetfire didn't even look up as he acknowledged the Seeker's presence some steps away from him, apparently more intent on whatever he had in his hands. "I haven't had time yet to adjust to access the local information network... internet, right? Would you happen to know what this is?" Jetfire finally splayed out his hands, revealing... a cat.
A regular, striped gray cat with a clear streak of white fur around its neck that made it look like it was wearing a collar.
While Starscream stared, helm cocked, and looked from cat to Jetfire - incredulous not because Jetfire didn't know, or because it was a cat but... just incredulous - the cat sat up, swiped a few licks down its back, stretched and started to wander around the hand. It looked ridiculously tiny.
"It's a keratin-covered, flesh-eating, four-legged, biurnal but mostly nocturnal Earth creature which houses its non-independent young inside of it, which burst out of the carrier in a shower of gore when ready, and then the young feed upon the the carrier's very vital fluids." It was a very bland, matter-of-fact description. It wasn't, even, technically a lie. Starscream shrugged, palms up, when Jetfire looked up at him, optics narrowed, from following the cat's progression from his hand up along his arm, jumping up angles and a steady tink-tink-tink from claws bettering purchase on smooth the metal.
"Starscream... I'd appreciate a non-embellished explanation," Jetfire said with a frown, focusing back at the cat which was now wandering around his helm, jusping up and down various angles, inclines and rubbing against the metal. Finally it jumped up on the throat protector, and took a last leap up on Jetfire's chin-guard. Head and ears thrust forward, its tail ending in a curl somewhat reminiscent of a question-mark, it touched its by-many-orders-of-magnitude-smaller nose against the tip of Jetfire's nasal ridge. Jetfire smiled, and Starscream resisted the urge to imitate a human gesture.
It was all very nauseating.
"It's the truth. I thought you'd appreciate the bare-bones, factual explanation," Starscream sneered, arms crossed, helm angled away in a huffy show of haughtiness. Jetfire snorted faintly and looked back at Starscream - made slightly complicated by the fact that the cat had just stood up, stretched out with one forepaw resting against the space between lips and the tip of the nasal ridge, the other curiously batting at said ridge - not exactly able to decide between amusement and disbelief.
"I see. And what do humans call it?"
Scrap. Caught.
Starscream twitched, scowled at a tree some distance away and then vented a long, loud sigh.
"To them, this tiny, predatory terror is known as a cat, and they keep it as a pet. A pet, Jetfire! But then, considering humans are distantly related to cats, maybe that makes sense." Starscream shrugged again, tilting his helm back at Jetfire's definitely - if mildly - disbelieveing and confused, expression.
Whatever came form this, this had made it worth it.
"Related? They don't look---Ah, careful." Jetfire's tone of voice changed from a rebuke to a gentle murmur as he held up his hand to catch the cat when it jumped from the top of his chest-plates... for some reason. Jetfire wasn't tiny after all.
The creature let out its customary noise, and Jetfire, once again, smiled faintly and lifted a finger, somehow managing to rub just a small bit of plating against the cat's back. Starscream stared, scowled, and for some reason felt like shooting the stupid animal while it squirmed into the touch, back arching, and started to purr.
"Humans as well as cats, are mammals. They belong to the same... slightly related biological family. I'm amazed you don't know this yet!" Starscream resorted to needling Jetfire, resolutely not looking at the cat. Jetfire grimaced slightly and... was he embarrassed? Guilty over not knowing all there was to know, yet, about Earth and its species? Starscream couldn't believe it.
"I... haven't had the... opportunity," Jetfire said, looking at the ground and then at the cat as he petted it as well as he could. To be honest, the lack of opportunity had come from suspicion, after how everything with the Orion had gone down, the Earth-bound Autobots had wanted to know everything...
Only the arrival of the Prime along with - briefly - Ultra Magnus, who could confirm Operation: Containment as real, had resolved some issues. Not that Jetfire begrudged them their suspicions, since, as he understood it, Grimlock had been a particularly loose cannon lately...
"Oh, for... Stop that, Jetfire!" Starscream glared, throwing his arms up and stalked closer. "Let me guess, they were being all suspicious. Of course they were. Now stop looking like someone kicked your puppy and go connect to the internet, or something... or find an electronic library, I don't care, download what information this species have on itself and their planet, and then start finding slag out yourself. Just... stop looking so pathetic!" Stabbing the larger jet in the front of his helm with a finger - now that he could as Jetfire was sitting down - Starscream glared into bright blue optics and then glared down at the purring cat.
"Also, get rid of that. You won't be able to feed it in your cozy little city, and even if you never would, someone'll probably accidentally step on it." In fact, Starscream felt like doing some "accidental" stepping himself, if only to have that purring ball of fluff be quiet. It was annoying. Jetfire tilted his helm, giving Starscream a flat, arch look.
"Well, er, yes? Autobot City would hardly be the right place - in the long term - for a native creature of Earth as tiny as this is. But since you said humans used them as pets, that means it either has, or needs, someone to take care of it. It would be irresponsible to have picked up in battle to save it from death merely to release it in the wild." Jetfire stood up, once again shielding the cat in both his hands.
"Thank you. I'll make sure it gets some humans to take care of it, but in the meantime, I suppose I'll have to do." With that, Jetfire stepped away so he could push off from the ground, leaving Starscream rather flabbergasted. Cats... didn't need humans... or anyone! to take care of them---
::JETFIRE! Come back here and put that stupid animal back! You have no idea where it's been!:: Unthinkingly, Starscream opened up an old frequency, well-used both before the war and before Jetfire... left... but untouched since then. All he got in reply was a low, dry chuckle. Starscream snarled and blasted the tree he'd earlier glared at into smoldering, charred bits.
Blast that overgrown jet!
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Date: 2012-01-06 06:18 pm (UTC)Love this. <3
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