Rotorstorm Voice Test with Starscream

[wreckerscombine]

[Just for context, this is supposed to be a human AU version of Rotorstorm, but I am temporarily using my regular robot icons :>]

Okay…giant talking robots? That was one thing. Sure. She’s seen her share of weird shit before. This was a different kind of weird…but, you know. Robots. It’s the 21st century so it was probably only a matter of time anyway, right? But giant talking robots that can change shape? That’s a completely different story. That is a big deal. That and…well, she should probably be concerned about the whole…fighting in a populated area bit. Property damage and all that, right? But come on, transforming robots? That can change into cars and jets? There’s room for excitement too.

She tilts the controls and turns her helicopter at an angle to better survey the carnage. Firing into the middle of a skirmish like this wouldn’t be easy – missing sure wouldn’t look good. Not that she’d actually miss. But knocking them over onto something…or someone else? Definitely not good.

A lone figure catches her eye – the robot’s silver and sleek looking from a distance with wings popping out of its shoulders. Rotorstorm grins and brings her copter in for a slow descent; eager for a closer look. She pops her speakers on and leans down to talk into the mic.

“Heeeeeey there big boy. What do you turn into? No…hold on. Wait a second! I want to guess. Is it….is it an F-16? Am I warm?”

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[starscheme]

A quick energy scan verifies that this isn't a Cybertronian he's looking at at least, so the human piloting must be the real deal too. For his part, Starscream's not really certain if he should be offended or impressed, so he just settles for 'irritably confused', turning to the approaching aircraft with his wings tucked back angrily. “That's a rather rude question to just ask someone out of the blue like that.” As if isn't obvious at a glance that he's built for flight.

[wreckerscombine]

“Rude, huh? How exactly am I supposed to know? If we’re talking about ‘rude’, I think you and your buddies need to find another place to air out your dirty laundry.”

With a flick of the wrist, the helicopter’s on the move again – steadily circling the Cybertronian. The missiles and machine gun are primed for combat, but it’d be such a shame to shoot first and ask questions later.

“Here’s the deal. You squabble around here and you’re likely to squash a few interlopers. Caaaan’t say I’m allowed to just let you carry on like that. But this doesn’t have to end in a scrap, I’d hate to ruin a perfectly good…Fighting Falcon? C’mon – what say I lead you to a more secluded area? You guys can duke it out to your hearts content and we could do a little fancy flying together on the way. I’d say ‘everybody wins’ but it doesn’t really seem like that’s what you’re going for.”

[starscheme]

Starscream continues to eye her up, tensing up a bit in defense as he paces to keep facing her. “I doubt you could ruin me if you tried,” he snorts. “Its not as if we want to be fighting here... in fact I personally argued against it. You humans give me a headache and squish too damn easily. But the fact is that a rather reprehensible third party has forced our hand, and no one is leaving until the Decepticons have successfully secured what we came here for.” He waves her off with one hand. “You'll all just have to clear the way so that we can work freely in the mean time.”