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Characters: @steeljaw, @filch Location: The Steel Mill Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: As Steeljaw prepares his next plot to rid himself of Bumblebee and his team, he finds himself at odds with constant distractions with his new Pack. Just how is Steeljaw meant to work with a persistent magpie stealing all the shiny things?
Steeljaw sneered down at his makeshift workbench, down at his hands placed on the table. Just how many times were Bumblebee and those pesky Autobots going to get in his way of fulfilling his desire to make this world one where Decepticons could run free?
Under his rule of course.. not that he'd let that slip.
They were more than an annoyance, and right now he was so not in the mood to deal with it. If they were going to cause this much trouble, then he needed to think on a higher level, come up with a way of combating them and beating them at their own game. Slashing through his trackers had been a start, but that didn't stop the Autobots from getting in his way. Sub-sonics always worked nicely, but he'd need to find the perfect way to use them against those do-gooders. Steeljaw always could find a way to take their base, retrofitting their technology with his sub-sonics and destroy them that way, but that was far too dangerous. Even if he pulled off a stunt like that, it'd harm him too.
Unless..
Unless he found a way to block the frequencies, both for himself and for his Pack. Oh, he liked where this idea was going! Now he would just have to create such a blocking mechanism for himself and his crew. Chips could bee efficient for such a task, though easily broken.. unless he placed them inside himself and his Pack?
Yes, yes! An excellent idea. Now all he had to do was gather parts to make these chips, and he'd be one step further to.. wait.. where was his scrap metal that he'd had lying around here earlier? He needed that for the chips!
Gold-and-blue optics seemed to catch the sights of the occasional glint. Metallic talons seemed to bounce along the ground slightly, while trying not to rustle. She didn't want to get too much attention directed at her.
Scrap metal! Shiny! She couldn't help but start to pluck scrap metal everywhere she could find it. The clatter was somewhat awkward, and a bit of noise could very well disturb the big bad wolf, couldn't it? But she wanted the shiny. No, she NEEDED the Shiny. IT was for her NEST. Her comfy, shiny, BEAUTIFUL nest.
Steeljaw snarled as he searched for his missing pieces of scrap metal. He knew where he had left them, and they clearly weren't where they had last been seen. It wouldn't have been too much of an effort for him to believe someone had stolen it for whatever reason, but regardless he was going to get to the bottom of it.
As he stepped away from his makeshift workbench, that's when he'd heard a familiar voice, one of his Pack to be precise. All it took was a single 'shiny' for him to find his culprit. Filch.. She always did have a penchant for objects with even the slightest amount of sheen to them.
"FILCH!!"
The wolf dove in her direction, charging towards the magpie with an evident amount of rage glowing in his optics. She'd picked the wrong mech to steal from, alright. "You will tell me where my scrap metal is now, or you will find that you won't like what happens next. Is that clear?!"
The sound of the lupine roar of Steeljaw's voice startled the femme, who squawked sharply and fluttered backward, like a magpie who had been caught stealing in a museum. She tried to lift off with her broad wings.
"Sh-SHINY!" She wasn't going to speak it. Oh, she was perfectly capable of doing so. It was just a case of Steeljaw convincing her to speak.
And frankly threats weren't the convincing way to do it.
She fluttered up higher, atop the steelmill. "Shiny..." She grunted in disdain. How dare he want to steal her new nesting material! He should have kept it hidden from the glinting rays of the sun if he didn't want them stolen. There was no honor among thieves--especially when one of the thieves was a thieving magpie. "Shiny...SHINY." Was that a challenge? With such simple language it seemed difficult to tell, though her body language and her tone of voice seemed to convey it as simply as possible.
If he wanted that scrap metal, he was going to have to come up there and get it from her nest. And she wasn't exactly going to make that easy.
Oh, if Steeljaw had known the purposes in which Filch had in mind for his scrap metal, there would be dire consequences to be paid. He was on a mission and he was going to get it back no matter what stunt he had to pull.
"I grow tired of your games, Filch. Don't make me stay true to my word, because I can assure you that it won't be pleasant!"
As she flew up higher and higher still, to the top of the Steel Mill, the wolf climbed his way up, glowering at her all the while. By no means was this a safe trip for a human, but for a skilled Decepticon such as himself it was no problem whatsoever. He regularly scaled this building as it was at night, and daytime would prove to be no different. Filch may have and that nest of hers being built up here now, but that didn't mean that-..
And that's when he figured her little scheme out. She was trying to use his equipment for her own personal berth! "Filch, you have three nanoseconds to return what is mine before you suffer my wrath!"
Gold and blue optics narrowed. She was starting to growl a most un-bird-like growl. "Miiiiiine." These weren't games to her. This was her occupation. Moreso, there was a specific way she made her nests. They weren't for her sleep, or they would be larger, softer.
No, she was making these as a strange form of sky communication. Something other Corvicons could see from the sky and follow to her location. It was Corvicon communication at its finest, a kind that was not easily intercepted by Autobots unless there were Corvicons among their number. It was visual, no signals to intercept, no vocalizations that could be caught by others.
"Miiiiiiiiiiiine." She hissed deeper. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinyyyyyyyyy miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine..." She was so angry that she could almost lapse into another tongue. Almost.
Up until the threat. That angered her even more. "Stuff your nanoseconds. Want allies?" She now had what mechanical feathers could fluff fluffed out like an angry cockatoo in a fight with a persistently annoying husky. Didn't he get it? This was to alert other Corvicon allies their way!
Oh now wasn't that cute. Filch was angry? If only she knew just how angry Steeljaw was quickly becoming.. or perhaps she did. The wolf cared not about how she felt in regards to the stolen property.
While it was true that this was a steel mill, and that there was plenty of scrap metal strewn across the place, he wasn't about to let the Corvicon get away with stealing his pride too. It was his, and his alone. There was no way she was going to keep the sheet of metal that he had deemed to be his.
"Oh, you'll find that it isn't, Filch!"
Once he had reached that little nest of hers, he'd nearly feigned surprise when she finally spoke. All a ploy in order to gain more allies? More Corvicons, she had claimed. He needed to calm himself in order to speak rationally to her. It was apparently the only way he was going to win. "I do see your point, however, you have taken something that belongs to me, something I need in order to free our remaining brothers and sisters held in captivity. With my piece of scrap metal, I can build something in order to aid us in the battle against those wretched Autobots."
As if he was going to tell her his full plans. Not quite yet, anyway.
Oh, Filch knew. She wasn't a fool at reading the emotions of others. You had to do that when you were the communications geniuses that were the Corvicons. Regardless of whether you were a Magpie Corvicon, a Crow Corvicon, or a Raven Corvicon, that was just how you had to roll.
And roll she did, to the side just as he was reaching her location, her blue-and-gold optics watching him, her body ready to react in fight or in flight. More than likely in flight, as that was a Corvicon specialty, obviously.
But of course, he was rather charming when heseemed to calm. "Perhaps...we can work on an exchange. Find something of similar shape. I need it to be able to say 'Come brethren.' That's what the position of YOUR scrap says." She seemed to be cunning as can be. "Find something below...and I shall return this?"
She was at least rational enough to consider the return of it!
So it seemed that the Corvicon was by no means a bird brain. She was quite clever in her own right, even with her insistent kleptomania when it came to all things shiny. It was quite troublesome, but in the long run the femme did have her benefits to Steeljaw's group. She was the optic in the sky and could tell them all that she saw.. until something got in her path that she wanted.
Steeljaw was just going to have to find a way to curb that habit of hers.. starting with his piece of scrap metal that she had stolen.
The wolf chuckled, a smirk ever growing. "Right. Our.. brethren~." Filch wanted something to replace his scrap metal in return, and oh was he prepared to give her anything that wasn't what he needed. "Why don't you follow me back down into the base? Then you can pick out something that might peak that interest of yours."
She seemed careful when removing the scrap, careful not to disturb the current pattern that she would have to reset if she didn't take great care in what she was doing. But of course, signals were only as good as having all the right pieces.
Now, of course she had her times of stealing things that were shiny for her own happiness. Often things that ended up jewelry-shaped or colorful things, or shiny things that turned out to be soft material for her little nest in the rafters of the steel mill itself. That itself was mostly just a shiny tarp, shiny trashed human holiday decoration, and a very colorful blinky string of lights.
"I can do that. I'll have this with me for an...equivalent swap." Her tone seemed quite syrupy now. She was quite the manipulative type when she wanted to do some manipulating. "Got something pliable? It'll do just as well." She knew how to shape metal when she needed to.
Was that Filch attempting to manipulate him? Oh, Steeljaw was quite impressed.. especially when this was coming from someone that was more obsessed with shiny things than actually staying on task. At least.. that's how she had struck him, but he wasn't going to fall for her manipulation so easily. He was the one in control of this whole situation, and no one was going to change that.
He was the alpha male!
"I'm certain that we can find something to suit your needs within our base. This was once a steel factory from the looks of things. I could care less if the flesh creatures here lose out on what they left here."
Tough luck, fleshies!
Steeljaw led Filch back into the steel mill, looking around the base they had been putting together for something flexible that the bird could use. Something shiny would be a bonus, but honestly he could care less if he so much as gave her some rope.
Or perhaps..
"What about those chains over there, against that organic machinery? Would that be 'flexible' enough to appease you?"
Oh, Steeljaw, it was cute how you thought you were the alpha male. Don't you know you're not the head of the flock? She would LET him feel like he was in control of the situation, but she was. She was the one making the negotiations. She was the one coming up with the ideas. And maybe soon she would help outnumber him with some fellow Corvicons.
"I too am certain." She seemed to half-lid her gold-and-blue optics. "Too bad, so sad to them. What is here is ours now, to use as we wish. And I wish to communicate with our brethren. You wish to make weapons and subsonics to use, yes? Corvicons can detect the latter from great distances." She herself had great interest in figuring out his next move.
Not that she was going to wreck it or anything. No, if anything, it was something she could study the intricacies of. Despite her obsessive nature when it came to "shinies", she was more of an eccentric but intelligent type. Sometimes she knew it was wise to hide her smarts. Make herself more useful over time. How did the human song go? Can't read her poker face?
"PERFECT!" She cawed. "You're so brilliant. I cannot believe I hadn't seen that before. Perhaps because the sun's rays did not glint at it earlier." She would release his scrap, unharmed, swooping for the chains and tugging at them, ripping them away from the machinery.
Humans.. What were they good for? Absolutely nothing, aside from hostages. The Autobots were fond of them it seemed, seeing as they kept a few around the base. It was a fact that he wouldn't overlook, and given the right moment he would use them against the pesky Autobots.
Steeljaw couldn't help but grin with pride as Filch spoke of how smart he was. He seemed obvious coming from her, but it was the truth. How else would he have escaped from his stasis pod on the Alchemor? It was the reason they couldn't seem to get him back in there either. The wolf was just too smart for the Autobots, and he would make sure he always stayed ten steps ahead of them.
"And now that you have your chains, I am correct in believing I have satisfied your needs for the time being?"
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