136/For the Love of Art and Propaganda

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream went to the first place he could think of after the disaster of a mission earlier; his habisuite. He told Sunstorm to come with him and once they both landed, the Air Commander called for a repair tech and then sat down and made his report. When he was done he stood a bit stiffly and glanced at the repair mech setting everything up for their repairs.

The servent meanwhile made sure Sunstorm was ok and comfortable and then assists the repair mech in getting everything ready to start repairing the two Seekers.

Starscream looks at Sunstorm. "Normally I'd say I'd go first since this is my place and on my shanix but you look a little worse for wear." he looks at the repair mech, "If he needs it first so be it."

**Sunstorm has posed:**
Sunstorm is a bit beaten up and blast-dented, but he's taken his hard knocks rather stoically. Whether that's because he's trying to impress Starscream or Vector Sigma is anyone's guess. "Thank you for your generosity, Commander," he says glumly. "You are correct in saying that there is a bright side to this, as whatever the Autobots were attempting to secure within that building quite literally blew up in their foolish faces."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream nods as he sits down slowly. He has Blurr tire tracks all down his front side and looks a bit comical from it inspite of it all. Just don't start laughing about it though. "I wonder who blew it up? Would be nice to be at their headquarters and seeing the fall out from this, wouldn't it, Sunstorm?" he smirks a bit then says, "We must let this opportunity escape us. The propaganda potentional is enormous against the Autobots." he sits back as the repair mech scans him and then scans Sunstorm. Once hes read the scans he motions for the creamcycle Seeker to get up and over to the repair table. Yes this room is fully decked out as a repair room. Who would have thought the Seeker would have his own private repair room? Well this is Starscream after all.

**Sunstorm has posed:**
Sunstorm is almost never surprised at what sorts of amenities Starscream keeps around anymore. He seems to have endless resources, and he's fairly certain that some of the resources still have mechfluid stains of the now-deceased previous owners. Sunstorm heads to the repair table, and reclines upon it. Springer managed to cut open his leg from the back pretty badly, so the innards of his leg are on full display. "Bad publicity for them will only strengthen our cause," he notes. "And an entire art gallery? Now that's going to be some HORRIBLE publicity."

**Starscream has posed:**
The repair mech starts to work on the Seeker's leg. First he deadens the sensory receptors and then starts to clean it out and access the damage. He is quiet as he works not interfering in the mechs conversations.

Starscream smiles a bit. "Yes it will be very bad publicity for them which is why we must not let this go to waste." he thinks for a moment and then continues, "You think you are up to working this? I saw the media report on it. The lies were everywhere and sadly most mechs will read it and be totaly convinced of it."

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Well, once Buzzsaw hears of it, he'll do what he naturally does best," Sunstorm notes, holding still as the repair mech works on his injuries. "But as for myself, I will be certain to tell as many mechs as I can find in public locales about this blatant disregard for mech lives and Cybertronian culture. It's an absolute outrage."

**Starscream has posed:**
The repair mech continues silently and deftly repairing the gashed leg. Once he gets that to a certain point he starts working on various other dents and circuit damage and fractured fluid lines and such.

Starscream nods. "Buzzsaw would be a good choice. But I was thinking perhaps if your god took offense to the destruction of such works of art perhaps he may have something to say about it.. through you?" he looks hopeful but in a rather devious way.

**Sunstorm has posed:**
Sunstorm narrows his optics in thought. "...Indeed. As his herald, I have an obligation to spread his message. Extremely wise advice, commander. Tonight, I shall meditate on what HE wishes me to say on the matter. Then, I will propagate the information in the cycles following."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream smiles. This worked out just how he wanted. "That is great, Sunstorm." he stands a bit stiffly. "I will be back in a moment. Lay back and let him finish your repairs. He is good. I use him a lot." with that he walks out of the room.

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Thank you, commander, I will." With that, Sunstorm's optics dim to pinpricks, and he begins murmuring some sort of droning chant. Straight into meditation-land.

**Starscream has posed:**
The repair mech finishes up on the creamcycle seeker and then moves his equipement to another table (yes Starscream's private repair room has more than one table) and gets his stuff cleaned up and prepped for the Air Commander.

A few minutes later Starscream returns and notices Sunstorm in meditation. He raises an optic ridge and then walks to his repair berth and gets on it. Of course this ones special made and all customized to fit the contours of his own body so you knwo its comfortable. Once and and laying back he settles down quietly as the mech begins his work.

**Sunstorm has posed:**
Sunstorm eventually emerges from the meditative state, his optics returning to full brightness. "You were right!" he exclaims to Starscream, glancing around to re-orient himself. "Everyone will soon know of this. EVERYONE."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream looks over at Sunstorm and smiles a bit, "OF course Im right. But no harm in checking with your diety yourself. I look forward to see what he wants you to do with this."

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Oh, he wants me to preach about this incident. Publically," Sunstorm informs Starscream. "I may start at Maccaddam's."

**Starscream has posed:**
"Excellent. I will make sure Buzzsaw and others are there to record your perfomance." Starscream says

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Those Rodion thugs they call 'police' had better take into account my freedom of religious speech!" Sunstorm says with pouty indignance. At times like this, he resembles Starscream quite a bit, not just in form.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream stares at the Seeker for a long moment and smirks a bit. Sometimes Sunstorm reminds him of himself for some reason. "Perhaps I can accompany you on one of your sermons in the near future. I think I would like that. What say you?"

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Oh...you WOULD? I would LOVE for you to come along! Commander." Sunstorm grins widely, optics glowing brightly...he's almost difficult to look at directly, as every bit of him is shining like a beacon. "And if you have any questions at all, I would be honored to answer them!"

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream wonders what he said. He has to throw the sheilds down over his optics to brace against the sudden brightness and the repair mech suddenly turns around and says. "Calm your radiation, Sunstorm. This is damaging to him as his hull is breeched." he says it gently enough but he is firm about it and means no harm.

**Sunstorm has posed:**
"Oh! Sorry, erm..." Sunstorm stalls with confusion. How can he be less bright? He's a bright orange tetrajet, for Vector Sigma's sake! But he dims his optics, and he folds his arms across his chestplate's radiation leak. "...How's that?"

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream chuckles a bit, "Thats better." he has to give this mech kudos for his enthusiasm thats for sure.