101/Well I Never

**Prowl has posed:**
Once Starscream is well on his way to a full recovery from his injuries, it's not long before Prowl and a small police detail arrive at the hospital to drag him off to jail. However, it may come as a surprise when the Autobot second-in-command signals the rest of the team to stay back at the door while he entered the room. "Starscream." he says the with a stoic gaze fixed upon the seeker.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream is indeed on the road to recovery but he's not happy he looks like scrap still. He also wonders if or when they are going to move him too... the.. jail. Just the thought of that makes the walls to his repair room seem to close in a bit. Quickly he pushes the thought of tight spaces out of his mind and about that time, Prowl walks in.

Sitting up on the repair table the Air Commander assumes a regal air and stares at the Autobot. "Of course it would be /you/ to come talk to me. Enjoying this aren't you, Prowl?"

**Aegis has posed:**
Prowl wasn't the only one that was scheduled to arrive. Well, scheduled is a loose term actually. But someone else does show up. The femme is a fair bit thinner, and somewhat shorter than Prowl, and definitely far less armed. In fact, it's pretty safe to assume she's not a soldier or officer of any kind. She does, however, carry a case with her, just small enough to be carried easily with one hand.

**Prowl has posed:**
Prowl glances warily at the fembot but doesn't appear to think she's any kind of threat so turns his attention back to Starscream. He arches an optic ridge at Starscream's comment. "Do I -look- like I'm enjoying it?" he asks, because he definitely -doesn't-. In fact it's rather rare for him to look like he's enjoying anything, really.

    He sighs and leans forward, placing his hands on the end of the circuit slab. "Anyway, I'm assuming you know what's going to happen after this."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream notices the femme and looks her up and down for a moment then focuses on Prowl. "No why don't you tell me." he says a bit sarcastically an leans forward just a bit to look at Prowl. "And yea you are enjoying this. Everyone knows that you enjoy what you do. Denying thatyou do is all part of your game, Autobot." he pauses for a beat then says with a smirk. "Do you really think you can keep me locked up in a cell somewhere? That in itself goes against your supposed new moral standings to be an 'Autobot', does it not?"

**Aegis has posed:**
The femme, who is mostly white with highlights spanning the rainbow, submits her case, not so meekly, to the security guards outside. It's not as if she's trying to get in without being checked over first. But she does seem rather insistant on going inside. By her body language, the way she taps her foot and rubs her wrist, she doesn't possess the most patient of sparks.

**Prowl has posed:**
"Don't pretend to know what I do or don't enjoy." Prowl snaps. "The only thing anyone knows for sure is that if -you- were in my place -you- would certainly be enjoying this far more than I have enjoyed -anything- ever since you killed Sentinel Prime. And no, I am not going to keep you locked up in a cell forever. You will be given a fair trial, which is of course, far more than you deserve, but Prime has insisted on it. I suggest you take advantage of this opportunity to reconcile yourself to the rest of the planet."

    The guards outside examine the case, scanning it a few times. But if they don't find anything that could be considered a threat, they just let her on through.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream chuckles a bit. "Of course I would be enjoying it." his chuckle fades to an evil smile. "And he died like the coward he was, Prowl. Would you like to know the real details about how he met his death?" he studies the Autobot for a beat then says, "The only reconciliation to this planet I plan on doing is when I take it over and fix it from what the /Autobots/ have done to it and will continue to do to it." he shifts his gaze toward the femme again, idely curious what shes here to do.

**Aegis has posed:**
Unless the guards have a thing against paint, brushes, and stencils, they likely won't have a problem sending the femme through. Once she gets in, she looks over the two mechs. "I have an appointment here for a Commander Starscream. And I don't even have to guess which one of you is the guy." Turning to Starscream she extends a rather thin hand. "My name's Prism, and they weren't kidding when they said you'd have need of my services."

**Prowl has posed:**
Well, at least he doesn't deny that part. "I already know them, Starscream. Because I was -there-." But that's a topic for another conversation.

    "And since when is fixing the planet your responsibility? Look, if you disavow Megatron and Scorponok, you can get out of this easily. You can opt for spark isolation. What's more, if you sell them out, you might even get out of Garrus-1 in a couple of vorns. With the extraction in play, it will all pass by quickly and you'll be out before you know it."

    Prowl turns and glances at Prism, then shrugs. "And what exactly are those services, then?" he asks, sounding slightly suspicious.

**Starscream has posed:**
For a brief moment a look of pure terror flits across Starscream's face when Prowl mentions 'spark isolation'. Then its gone just as fast as the Seeker resets his composure. "Of course I can disavow Megatron, he's dead --" he conveniently ignores the mention of Scorponok and the remark of fixing the planet. Theres more important things to discuss, like his possible isolation/imprisonment and without his body."Sell them out?" he questions instead. "For just a couple of vorns in isolation? That's not good enough." Even being highly disturbed at the thought of isolation isnt enough to make him sign just any deal. He as principles after all. "I will sell them out only if I can walk -- no time whatsoever spent in carcerated."

**Aegis has posed:**
Prism blinks twice at Prowl, as if in disbelief. "You're a law-guy, I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to figure it out," she finally says with a smile. "But since time is shanix, I'll just come out with it. I'm a body artist. Your captive here obviously wasn't satisfied with just being fixed. He wants to look the part too."

Taking a moment to listen to half the conversation, she looks back to Starscream. "If this is a bad time, I could come back later..." she hedges, not wanting to get caught up in any 'ugly business'.

**Prowl has posed:**
Prowl rubs his face and sighs again. "I can't guarantee that, and you know it. We have to have some kind of -insurance-. The people aren't going to tolerate us simply letting you go in exchange for information and resources. Not after everything you've done. Besides, you could just bluff and give us false intel, we have to verify its authenticity and secure any assets you hand over before we fulfill our end of the bargain. And what, is spark extraction so -agonizing- that you can't bear it? You know it would be far better than spending that time rotting in a cell with the risk of being murdered by other inmates. With the isolation chamber at least you're -safe-."

    He nods toward Prism. "Very well, carry on then."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream looks at the femme, "Its about time." he says and motions her over. But then he stares at Prowl with a brief look of shock. "Safe? Extract my Spark so I will be safe?" its obvious the Autobot doesn't understand and he's not about to volunteer that lil personal tidbit about himself as to why the thought of spark isolation is so horrific to him. Then he smirks a bit. "If you can't guarantee no imprisonment then I have no incentive to give you anything. You have no idea what you have set into motion capturing /me/ of all mechs. And unless you can promise I would not be imprisoned I won't do a thing to stop what has been set into motion with my capture."

**Aegis has posed:**
The femme trots over to Starscream. "Just make yourself comfortable and I'll get you all taken care of." She pulls out her case and retrieves a little gizmo that helps her find the exact shade, texture, and type of paint he's already had on various parts. "Do you need anything different done with your paint?" she asks as her optics scan over the data. While she waits for an answer she starts sponging down the areas that need painting, and stripping off the paint where it's only sort of there so she can fix that too. Places where the paint hasn't been destroyed yet are left alone.

**Prowl has posed:**
"Yes, -safe- because your spark would be sealed away in a whiteout chamber that is housed in a secure facility -away- from the rest of the penitentiary. And even if one of them were to come after you, they would have no way of knowing which one was yours." Prowl insists. "Whereas if you weren't allowed spark isolation, you could very well get beaten to slag or worse by the other inmates, or even by an intruder out for revenge. Rough crowd in there, as I'm sure you know. Trust me, this is in your best interests. What has Scorponok ever done for you anyway? Do you honestly think that if he wins he's going to give you credit where you think it's due? He's going to treat you just like he's always treated everyone else--like scrapheaps barely worthy of being kept alive."

    He straightens up. "Besides, I didn't say I wouldn't just let you walk. I just said I couldn't guarantee it. If there's any chance you get out of here without serving any time at Garrus-1, the only way to access it is to renounce the Decepticons and give us everything you know."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream lays back so Prism can start her work but then sits straight up when Prowl describes the 'white out room'. "What can't you gaurantee? I thought you had the power to make things like this happen, do what you want to get what you /want/ -- unless you are simply a legend in your own mind?" he makes an arrogant huff. "If that is the case then let me speak wtih someone who has the power to negociate properly...your boss perhaps." yes hes needling the Autobot and he's doing it on purpose.

**Aegis has posed:**
In all honesty, Prism doesn't care about politics. She cares that she's getting paid to do her job. So she does it. Starscream is all properly sponged down, dried, and buffed. Then she holds out the paint samplers so he can approve of them, just in case he wants a brighter, or darker, or sparklier red. Whatever the case, she uses top grade paint.

**Prowl has posed:**
"I can't guarantee that you'll walk without having to serve any kind of sentence." Prowl scoffs at Starscream's suggestion that he's some kind of all-powerful authority figure. "Is that what you thought? Pff. No, Starscream I'm not some kind of all-powerful ruler who can just do whatever he wants at the turn of a single cog. And neither, for that matter, is Prime. If you asked him, he'd say the same thing I'm telling you right now. There's simply no way to make any kind of promise like that. The only promise we can make you is that if you disavow Scorpnok and tell us everything you know, that will greatly increase your chances of getting off easy."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream points to a sparklier red and says "Do all my red like that." Then he presses his lips slightly when he sees Prowl didnt react the way he was hoping he would to his jab. "What makes you think I'd know anything you want to know? Scorponok is the Decepticons leader as you seem to be constantly reminding me of."

**Aegis has posed:**
Sparkly it is! Prism purses her lips for a moment, then nods in approval. She applies the paint shields to all the parts of Starscream that boarder the parts that are going to be painted red. How does she know which parts are supposed to be red? She pulls out a hologram of Starscream from some point in the past...probably before all the chaos fell down around everyone's heads. Then she loads her painter up with the chosen paint and gets to work. The soft hiss of the paint spraying can be heard in the background of the discussion.

**Prowl has posed:**
Prowl sighs in exasperation. "What do you think I am, an idiot? I know who you are just as well as you know who I am. It doesn't change the deal. Publicly disavow the Decepticons, and tell us everything you know--it will go a long way in your favor. It's clearly your best option. I know you're a smart mech, Starscream, but frankly you don't have to be -smart- to figure this one out." He watches Prism with a slight air of disgust, not at her but more toward the fact that the Vosian is getting pampered despite being a criminal in custody of the state.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream stares at Prowl again for a few moments as he remains motionless for his paintjob. "Yes I am a smart mech which is why we have no deal, Prowl." And no, Prowl's look of disgust does not escape him. "What are you worried about? I will pay her -- even though it is not my obligation to." his voice turns sickeningly sweet and taunting. "Afterall you wouldn't want the Autobots accused of mistreating me now would you? Mismatched patches and such. See you at the trial."

**Prowl has posed:**
Prowl glares daggers at Starscream as his fists clench at his sides, clearly livid. It's true, he doesn't want to be accused of mistreating prisoners, and it infuriates him that he has to tolerate this slag. Would the Decepticons do as much for an Autobot prisoner? -Hardly-. And yet this mech here has the nerve to go on about loyalty to -justice-.

    "You're going to regret this--I'll make sure of -that-." He turns on Prism, now. "Get out of here. You're done." He demands, and then motions for the rest of the detail to enter the room.

    "Take him to sublevel D."
    "Yes, sir." The other officers proceed to cuff Starscream once more and drag him off to his new abode for the time being--a maximum security detention block located below the Decagon's armories.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream puts up with being cuffed and grabbed and forced toward the door. "Don't mess up my paint job now...that would clearly show abuse." such a sarcastic grin in the tone of his voice.

**Aegis has posed:**
"Well I never!" exclaims Prism as her client is taken from her. And it's true. She never. This is a completely new experience as far as her job goes. And she's left standing there rather blankly as they take away Starscream.