102/Groundpounder

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream is brought to his cell and is not happy. Once inside the small dark room, the energon cuffs are released and the door is locked. The bars electrify and the Seeker looks around sullenly.

The look though on his face turns to apprehension though when he sees how small the room is and also knowing hes been taken down a few floors. He looks up at the lowish cealing and a wing twitches. 'Just think about your paintjob drying' the Seeker thinks to himself and sits down gingerly on the recharge slab. What a mess he's in but hes hoping, hes counting on the Decepticons to get him out of this situation.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Yes, surely they would not leave him there to rust... Oh wait.

Still, he could at least count on being left alone to while away the cycles until his trial and likely execution at the hands of Autobot justive. Just himself and his thoughts on mortality.

Oh, wait...

The first sign that Starscream would be short of peace was a slight shudder in the floor, just a shivering of a great weight being moved. It was followed by heavy, slow footsteps, thumping heavily along the corridor and only growing louder as they approached.

Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.
Clunk.

So on and so forth.

A figure loomed into view, broad and hulking, heavy with armor and power, his hands were like wrecking balls at the ends of his arms. A yellow light gleamed from the optical band of the head that perched between the geography of his shoulders.

"Starscream." rough, low. Grimlock growled the name, leaning close to the bars, a hand extended to brace against the wall that the Seeker's cage was set into. "I'm here to ask you some questions."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream feels the shutter on the floor though his feet and frowns. What is causing that he wonders and looks toward the front of his cell. The answer to that shows itself shortly; Grimlock. Just what he needed. The mech makes his statement and now enjoying the energy bars separateing him from this monster Autobot he smirks. "You actually understand the concept of 'asking questions'?"

**Grimlock has posed:**
    The glaring light of his eyes dims in what might be a glower for the expressionless mech. His mask shifts as a jaw clenches beneath it. "I get the general idea." his voice is stiff, spoken past clenched dentals and into the mask as he weighs his ire against Starscream. "Always got a little bit tricky, people sometimes didn't have the right answers. I always figured they were just hiding them. I'd look, breaking little bits off of them until they remembered what I wanted to know..." he was not subtle. He wasn't built with any. "Now which kind of mech are you, the sort with answers, or without?"

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream weighs his options. The cell bars will keep the mech away from him but, hes also one of /them/ and they really don't like the Decepticon so the bars might 'conveniantly' power down if the Air Commander pushes this brute of a mech. He leans back on the rachargw slab and folds his arms. "Depends on what you're asking." he counters somewhat evasively.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    The cell bars, yes. They kept Starscream safe. Very safe, entirely safe. Yes sir, there was no where safer! Not at all...

Thankfully, the validity of that belief does not need to be tested, Starscream complies.

Grimlock grunts, something continues to slumber. "Good." the Dynobot commander appraised as he leaned back and folded his arms over his breast plate. "While ago, a few 'bots ran into you and Overlord in some tunnels. You allk ran into a monster. Mean, lot of teeth. I want to know what happened to that monster after the 'Bots ran away."

**Starscream has posed:**
"I'm not sure." Starscream admits. "I... left at some point in the battle. The creature was functioning when I left. What Overlord did with it I don't know. He's the one you need to ask, not me." he pauses a beat then asks, "Why do you want to know?"

**Grimlock has posed:**
    The hammer of Grimlock's fist lifted from the wall and then came down, a heavy, jaring thunk of metal on metal as Grimlock tried to blatently scare Starscream. "I'm asking the questions." he sought to remind Starscream with a snarl, "And Overlord's not the oen who got his fool-aft locked in a cage!"

He pushed verbally, "And, no reports, nothing from your scientists, engineers? You find something like that and Overlord just leaves it to rust?!"

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream fights ever so hard to keep from jumping through the wall. As it is he startles just a bit. "You do if you are Overlord." he snaps, optics narrowing. "Why don't you go look him up and ask him yourself -- I could tell you where he is." yea Starscream doesnt like Overlord so he has no problem giving away that little tidbit on where the Decepticon probably is.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Grimlock ruminates on the idea, a low rumble sounding within him as he weighs the thought. Overlord has it. Did they say it was dead? None of them were lucky enough for the damned thing to have killed the bastard, were they?"

"Where?" he inquired sharply.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream grins and tells Grimlock where to find Overlord. His voice seems sincere but its also a bit sweet and humorous obviously laced with some personal humor. "Do let me know how that turns out, Grimlock."

**Grimlock has posed:**
    "You can ask him yourself." it was that grin, the way it looked like it wanted to stretch from one side of Starscream's face to the other. There was just something about it. Something that made Grimlock want to wipe it off with a grinder. "When I'm done with him, I'll bring what's left back here and you can share a cell. Have a nice long talk."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream shrugs lazily. "If that is your wish. But aren't you bad enough to kill him yourself?"

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Grimlock vents a derisive snort, "Didn't get the memo?" he wonders, knocking on the wall again as if he was presenting the cell, "They want prisoners, otherwise you'd be just another greying heap somewhere, wouldn't you."

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream shakes his head slightly. "Only in your dreams groundpounder." yea that was arrogant but hes the lead Vosian and fliers are arrogant as a given to boot. "You think you are so touch, Grimlock, so bad. But there are many, many ways to destroy something." his optics gleam a bit as the corner of his mouth tips up a bit. "Good luck with Overlord." the Seeker offers but sounds more amused than sincere.

**Grimlock has posed:**
    Groundpounder, Starscream had said it like there was supposed to be a edge in the word, something to cut. If there was, it was too dull to work it's way past Grimlock's hide. He simply grunted, it might have been a laugh. Who could tell. "Who the hell you think you're talking to?" Grimlock wondered, rearing back from Starscream's cage. He was done, time to plan a nice little encounter with Overlord, discover what he had done with that monster... The last thing anyone needed was that with a purple badge. Or worse, something like Grimlock himself. He turned and readied to lumber away... but lingered, something occured to me. "Y'know... Way I see it, I'm free to walk my happy aft out of here. You, you're stuck, wings clipped. Grounded... You enjoy that with whatever time you have left." he stated befor he trudged beyond the view allowed by the bars.

**Starscream has posed:**
Starscream narrows his optics and feels the walls close in on him suddenly.