[Someone is a huge nerd who owns a small camera drone. Someone is using it to be dramatic.]
[The camera opens on a splendid view of Locke City, from a high rooftop on the Locke City University campus.
Someone is silhouetted against the setting sun. Their feet are not touching the roof. They hover about three feet above it, their feet haloed by a pinkish light. They are fiddling with something in their hand -- probably a smartphone they're using to control the drone remotely.
The light behind them means that their features are in shadow, but certain details can be made out. Two splendid steel wings spread from their back, and the angles of their body are all wrong -- entirely mechanical, entirely alien. A pair of red eyes glow brightly from their face, barely highlighting their cheekbones -- do machines even have bones? Cheek... ridges?]
[They lift the cellphone slightly, to get a better angle for the microphone. When they finally speak, their voice is horribly grating -- high pitched, screechy, whiny. But to some of you, it is unmistakably the voice of Christobel Starsky. No one else sounds that interminably annoying.]
Hello, Locke City.
Some of you may remember me.
For those that do not, greetings. I am Starscream -- formerly Lieutenant Commander Starscream of the Decepticons. With no high commander, I would normally inherit the title High Commander, Emperor in Exile of Cybertron, but, well. There are no Decepticons for me to command here, and Cybertron, if it exists, must surely be in some other universe.
Thus, I am merely Starscream.
[She pauses. She turns her head slightly, looking over her shoulder toward the sunset. The alien angles of her face are highlighted at last -- those who knew Chris can clearly see her in those features, and yet... she is very, very inhuman now.]
I had a human name, once.
[She turns back to face the camera, plunging her face into shadow once again. All that remains are those eerie red eyes.]
I don't think I need it any longer.
[She reaches out a hand. The drone flies closer, and for a second, you can almost see her features -- smooth red, silver, and blue metal -- before she turns it off, leaving only the audio feed.]
It has been almost exactly one solar cycle -- ah, year -- since I last remembered my true self. I need information. I need information about the enemy, about developments... everything I've missed. I understand we have teleportation devices now for troop movements, but I need more than that.
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[Someone is a huge nerd who owns a small camera drone. Someone is using it to be dramatic.]
[The camera opens on a splendid view of Locke City, from a high rooftop on the Locke City University campus.
Someone is silhouetted against the setting sun. Their feet are not touching the roof. They hover about three feet above it, their feet haloed by a pinkish light. They are fiddling with something in their hand -- probably a smartphone they're using to control the drone remotely.
The light behind them means that their features are in shadow, but certain details can be made out. Two splendid steel wings spread from their back, and the angles of their body are all wrong -- entirely mechanical, entirely alien. A pair of red eyes glow brightly from their face, barely highlighting their cheekbones -- do machines even have bones? Cheek... ridges?]
[They lift the cellphone slightly, to get a better angle for the microphone. When they finally speak, their voice is horribly grating -- high pitched, screechy, whiny. But to some of you, it is unmistakably the voice of Christobel Starsky. No one else sounds that interminably annoying.]
Hello, Locke City.
Some of you may remember me.
For those that do not, greetings. I am Starscream -- formerly Lieutenant Commander Starscream of the Decepticons. With no high commander, I would normally inherit the title High Commander, Emperor in Exile of Cybertron, but, well. There are no Decepticons for me to command here, and Cybertron, if it exists, must surely be in some other universe.
Thus, I am merely Starscream.
[She pauses. She turns her head slightly, looking over her shoulder toward the sunset. The alien angles of her face are highlighted at last -- those who knew Chris can clearly see her in those features, and yet... she is very, very inhuman now.]
I had a human name, once.
[She turns back to face the camera, plunging her face into shadow once again. All that remains are those eerie red eyes.]
I don't think I need it any longer.
[She reaches out a hand. The drone flies closer, and for a second, you can almost see her features -- smooth red, silver, and blue metal -- before she turns it off, leaving only the audio feed.]
It has been almost exactly one solar cycle -- ah, year -- since I last remembered my true self. I need information. I need information about the enemy, about developments... everything I've missed. I understand we have teleportation devices now for troop movements, but I need more than that.