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It’s dark, or at least he thinks it’s dark. He can’t really see anything, but he can definitely hear just fine. None of it makes any sense, but there’s a lot of commotion.
It kind of sounds like everything is underwater.
The Victory is underwater.
That makes sense. That must be why.
No.. wait- That doesn’t make sense, the Victory isn’t full of water. What nonsense.
What was nonsense?
His vision is fuzzy.
There’s swirling colours in front of him. Dancing around, he can’t choose which one to focus on. He thinks maybe the colours are making those sounds. They’re a lot louder than they were earlier.
Silver takes up his vision.
The Silver is very loud.
He thinks maybe it wants him to respond.
Respond to what?
There’s some shouting before the Silver is pushed away by another colour. A bright blue now fills his vision, complementary to the purple and black that came with it.
The colours were squawking, being loud, just like all the others. He kind of wanted them to be quiet.
His vision still hasn’t cleared, everything still very fuzzy, muddled together. Perhaps something is wrong with his optics.
The colours are preventing him from reaching to check.
The colours are quiet now.
…
These colours are pushed away by bright green and purple, it’s definitely something, not a look he’d go for.
Just as quickly as the Green came, everything faded out. Which is to say not quickly at all. The blue didn’t seem to want to disappear.
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When Starscream onlines next he sees a little clearer. The colours don’t seem to be around this time, the only sound being a buzz from the fluorescent lights and humming from machinery.
There’s scuffling from somewhere on the other side of the room he’s in. It’s so quiet, that if something else was happening, he probably wouldn’t have heard it. Unfortunately, or fortunately, there’s not much happening.
A high-pitched tone rings out with a swoosh.
The Silver is back, but distorted, like it’s facing a different way. Deliberately not facing him.
. . .
How rude.
Starscream watches the colours converge, making little hushed sounds, sometimes hiking up to hissing.
The colours dance, as if gesturing wildly.
Maybe the colours don’t like each other.
Like cybercats fighting for territory.
That’s a funny thought.
Vaguely, he remembers a dark blue and a dark grey together, not as one, but together. He knows that the memory must have something to do with the funny thought, whatever it was.
The colours disbursed, the Silver seemed to hesitate, before loudly leaving.
Starscream didn’t know colours could be so loud.
The Silver comes back not long after, with The Light Blue and the Black and Purple. The new colours from before seem to have a somber tone to them. At Least they aren’t squawking anymore.
The Silver goes back to making hushed sounds with the other colours from before- were they here earlier? Whatever.
Starscream focuses on the Light Blue and Black-Purple. These colours seem very focused on him. Now that Starscream is paying attention to them, they seem less somber. The colours seem to like it when Starscream is focusing on them, as they should. (Starscream cannot recall why they should.)
The Light Blue rumbles something that the Black-Purple clearly did not like. Do colours have likes?
Maybe he should try to communicate with them, they seem… Semi-intelligent.
He tries to form some kind of greeting, but is greeted with static. Loud static.
It upsets the colours. Starscream cannot comprehend why that is. Though the loud static caught the attention of the other colours in the room. The Silver comes over, on the other side, opposite to where the Light Blue and Black-Purple are.
Now that the Silver is close enough, he can see that it has two BRIGHT red smears, practically glaring. They seem to flash when Starscream scrutinizes them. He does not know what that means.
The Silver tries to communicate, using raspy sounds, but he cannot understand. Starscream tries to tell it that. It comes out garbled. It makes all the colours freeze. But not in the cold sense.
Starscream feels pretty warm, actually. Almost uncomfortably.
The colours continue, maybe trying to encourage him to make more incomprehensible sounds.
These colours are so strange.
Starscream turns to look back to the Light Blue and Black-Purple, he now notices they too, have red glowing smears.
He wants to make them flash, too, just to see if they can.
He makes another garbled static sound, though not trying to specifically say something. The Light Blue rumbles, and the Black-Purple intensely stares. He feels like it’s staring.
It didn’t work.
Oh well.
Something touches him, it makes him startle. He looks around, the Silver is. . . grabbing his arm or something. Not enough to hurt. Just. Resting on him. For some reason. Maybe it wants something.
Starscream goes to grab the Silver, to reciprocate whatever it’s doing, but it pulls away as if it’s been burned.
He doesn’t understand why. Maybe he offended it.
. . . Oops.
Oh well. Maybe the other colours are not as sensitive as the Silver. When he looks back over, the Light Blue and Black-Purple appear to have taken to doing. . . something – no what actually are they doing?
Before Starscream can figure it out there’s this clicking sound, and the casing on his forearm feels less loose.
Starscream stares.