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“So, I was sitting there with two of my buds, and I start reelin’ in this big, golden...thing, almost pulls my damn arm off, and my bud Keith is screamin’, and I-”
Starscream sits in infuriated silence, listening to yet another of Jim Halley’s long, drawn out stories. According to Halley, the trip to Erde Nona would take “the better part of a day”, but with his incessant chatter it felt more like the better part of a year, the human constantly rambling about subjects that Starscream truthfully had no interest in whatsoever. The annoyance was compounded by the fact that Starscream’s seat was clearly designed for a smaller humanoid, just tight enough to be uncomfortable but not quite enough to make him demand another seat. It made him want to scream. But it was never wise to be rude to your ride, especially when said ride is taking you through the dark vacuum of space, and especially when one is injured. Starscream is currently in both scenarios, so he has no choice but to respond to Halley’s ramblings with a constant stream of ‘mm-hm’s and ‘I see’s and ‘ahh’s, no matter how much they made him want to grab the human by his throat and toss him out of the window.
Jim is just finishing his story of how the “big golden thing” flew out of the water and almost tore his head off when the green, white, and blue planet in the distance starts to become more clear, vague patches of white turning to clouds that hang in the distance, then turning to puffs that the ship flies by, revealing the ground below. And the ground below is a wide green carpet, spanning as far as the optical sensor can see, and only broken by a coastline that leads to shimmering blue waters. All of it seems to point at one central point: Arcadia.
The city itself is a wide expanse of bright lights, tall towers, and sprawling castles, and the entire thing is dotted with the sights of flying buses and massive airships making their way through the place. Starscream grins to himself as he sees this. This place is absolutely perfect for him. The place is clearly some sort of hub for industry, and by extension clearly a hub for business and politics as well. All the things Starscream loves to get his servos into.
“Well, here we are,” Halley says as they fly into one of the designated lanes for an Arcadian space port. They fly through for a moment, accompanied on one side by a woman riding some sort of strange organic creature, large and reptilian with massive, leathery wings, and on the other side by a flying truck, strangely reminiscent of Optimus Prime, at least to Starscream. They go closer to the port until they’re stopped by a metal barricade manned by a guard clad in full steel armor.
“Your reason for visiting Arcadia?” He asks in a dull, bored tone.
“Well, I’m just stopping off on the way to visit my family on the old homestead here on Erde Nona. But I’m also dropping off my friend Starscream here -” Halley gestures towards Starscream, expecting him to finish.
“Right. And well, my reason for visiting...well, I’m new around here, you might say, so I’m looking to stay a while and establish a better base for my further endeavors in this world.” The guard nods.
“Understood. Just head on through, you’ll be docking in...bay 4,” the guard says, looking down at a computer screen. With the press of a button on the same screen the barricade in front of Halley’s ship opens up and the ship flies inside.
“Y’know, they ask me that every time I come down here. Ya’d think they’d get used to me by now, right?” Halley chuckles.
“Mm-hm,” Starscream mutters simply, restraining the urge to point out the idiocy of assuming all the presumably many workers at the space ports would remember one man, who doesn’t even seem to visit that often.
The ship makes its way through a winding passage of the space port, crossing a few intersections before making it to bay 4 and finally landing down on solid ground. Halley turns the ship off and turns to Starscream.
“Well, I gotta get all my cargo unloaded before I head out, so you can go on ahead. Unless you wanna help?” Halley asks.
“No, that’s quite alright. Thank you again for the ride, Jim Halley.”
“’Course.” Starscream stands up and begins to head to the door. “Hey, before you leave, here’s my card.” Starscream turns and Halley hands him a small, beige business card, with various means of contacting him inscribed on it. “Let me know if you ever wanna get in touch again.”
“I will do so, Halley,” Starscream says, then immediately turns and walks outside the ship. Once outside, he crumples the card into a tiny ball between two fingers and tosses it onto the ground, finally liberated from Jim Halley’s obnoxious presence. Next to the ship stands a small robot next to a conveyor belt.
“Hello,” Starscream greets the little bot, then waits for an awkwardly long moment, receiving no response. He narrows his brow as he realizes this planet must be like Earth from his own reality: robots are made to serve their organic masters. Sickening. Starscream shakes his head and walks away, out of the ship bay and into the main part of the port.
The place is exactly what one would expect from a commercial spaceport, filled with little souvenir shops and cheap restaurants for the hungry traveler. There is also a spot for travelers to pick up their cargo that had been previously loaded, and Starscream notices it is manned both by robots and by organic workers. At least that was more balanced.
Starscream steps towards a window and looks out at the city of Arcadia. The port is elevated quite far from the ground, so he can see the entire expanse of the big city below. He smiles. Different bots always had different ideas on big cities – some thought they were a hub of greed, some thought they were great because of the culture, the socialization. But to Starscream, the big city always meant one thing: opportunity. And soon, he would seize that opportunity right here in Arcadia.
Starscream sits in infuriated silence, listening to yet another of Jim Halley’s long, drawn out stories. According to Halley, the trip to Erde Nona would take “the better part of a day”, but with his incessant chatter it felt more like the better part of a year, the human constantly rambling about subjects that Starscream truthfully had no interest in whatsoever. The annoyance was compounded by the fact that Starscream’s seat was clearly designed for a smaller humanoid, just tight enough to be uncomfortable but not quite enough to make him demand another seat. It made him want to scream. But it was never wise to be rude to your ride, especially when said ride is taking you through the dark vacuum of space, and especially when one is injured. Starscream is currently in both scenarios, so he has no choice but to respond to Halley’s ramblings with a constant stream of ‘mm-hm’s and ‘I see’s and ‘ahh’s, no matter how much they made him want to grab the human by his throat and toss him out of the window.
Jim is just finishing his story of how the “big golden thing” flew out of the water and almost tore his head off when the green, white, and blue planet in the distance starts to become more clear, vague patches of white turning to clouds that hang in the distance, then turning to puffs that the ship flies by, revealing the ground below. And the ground below is a wide green carpet, spanning as far as the optical sensor can see, and only broken by a coastline that leads to shimmering blue waters. All of it seems to point at one central point: Arcadia.
The city itself is a wide expanse of bright lights, tall towers, and sprawling castles, and the entire thing is dotted with the sights of flying buses and massive airships making their way through the place. Starscream grins to himself as he sees this. This place is absolutely perfect for him. The place is clearly some sort of hub for industry, and by extension clearly a hub for business and politics as well. All the things Starscream loves to get his servos into.
“Well, here we are,” Halley says as they fly into one of the designated lanes for an Arcadian space port. They fly through for a moment, accompanied on one side by a woman riding some sort of strange organic creature, large and reptilian with massive, leathery wings, and on the other side by a flying truck, strangely reminiscent of Optimus Prime, at least to Starscream. They go closer to the port until they’re stopped by a metal barricade manned by a guard clad in full steel armor.
“Your reason for visiting Arcadia?” He asks in a dull, bored tone.
“Well, I’m just stopping off on the way to visit my family on the old homestead here on Erde Nona. But I’m also dropping off my friend Starscream here -” Halley gestures towards Starscream, expecting him to finish.
“Right. And well, my reason for visiting...well, I’m new around here, you might say, so I’m looking to stay a while and establish a better base for my further endeavors in this world.” The guard nods.
“Understood. Just head on through, you’ll be docking in...bay 4,” the guard says, looking down at a computer screen. With the press of a button on the same screen the barricade in front of Halley’s ship opens up and the ship flies inside.
“Y’know, they ask me that every time I come down here. Ya’d think they’d get used to me by now, right?” Halley chuckles.
“Mm-hm,” Starscream mutters simply, restraining the urge to point out the idiocy of assuming all the presumably many workers at the space ports would remember one man, who doesn’t even seem to visit that often.
The ship makes its way through a winding passage of the space port, crossing a few intersections before making it to bay 4 and finally landing down on solid ground. Halley turns the ship off and turns to Starscream.
“Well, I gotta get all my cargo unloaded before I head out, so you can go on ahead. Unless you wanna help?” Halley asks.
“No, that’s quite alright. Thank you again for the ride, Jim Halley.”
“’Course.” Starscream stands up and begins to head to the door. “Hey, before you leave, here’s my card.” Starscream turns and Halley hands him a small, beige business card, with various means of contacting him inscribed on it. “Let me know if you ever wanna get in touch again.”
“I will do so, Halley,” Starscream says, then immediately turns and walks outside the ship. Once outside, he crumples the card into a tiny ball between two fingers and tosses it onto the ground, finally liberated from Jim Halley’s obnoxious presence. Next to the ship stands a small robot next to a conveyor belt.
“Hello,” Starscream greets the little bot, then waits for an awkwardly long moment, receiving no response. He narrows his brow as he realizes this planet must be like Earth from his own reality: robots are made to serve their organic masters. Sickening. Starscream shakes his head and walks away, out of the ship bay and into the main part of the port.
The place is exactly what one would expect from a commercial spaceport, filled with little souvenir shops and cheap restaurants for the hungry traveler. There is also a spot for travelers to pick up their cargo that had been previously loaded, and Starscream notices it is manned both by robots and by organic workers. At least that was more balanced.
Starscream steps towards a window and looks out at the city of Arcadia. The port is elevated quite far from the ground, so he can see the entire expanse of the big city below. He smiles. Different bots always had different ideas on big cities – some thought they were a hub of greed, some thought they were great because of the culture, the socialization. But to Starscream, the big city always meant one thing: opportunity. And soon, he would seize that opportunity right here in Arcadia.