Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters mentioned in the story. They are trademarks of Hasbro and the other companies responsible for their creation. So pleeez don't sue me.Journal Entry
May 15, 1987Scrapper
"Touch the Stars." He's got a lot of nerve, but it does give me an interesting idea, and I can never turn down a bet. Particularly one from Starscream.Journal Entry
May 15, 1987Hook
That Starscream needs to be taught some manners. Where does he get off, look down on us just because he can "Touch the Stars." Well, with out me the healer around, Mr. Flyboy wouldn't be touching much of anything.
The slagging little bastard can't even keep his circuits properly clean. Then again why should he have to waste time practicing good hygiene? He's got me to do it for him.Journal Entry
May 15, 1987Scavenger
Why does Starscream have to be so rude and nasty all of the time. Particularly to those who are willing to repair him. He made Scrapper very upset with his "I can Touch the Stars and You Can't," speech. I don't like seeing Scrapper sad, it makes me unhappy too. Starscream's the one Decepticon whom I really dislike. He's the only one I've given trying to please. I think he likes being unhappy.Journal Entry
May 15, 1987Longhaul
Ok, seriously Megatron needs to blow of Starscream's head off, because if he doesn't I will.Journal Entry
May 15, 1987Bonecrusher
One of these days I'm gonna cut loose and smash Starscream's head into little tiny pieces then stomp on them.Journal entry
May 15, 1987Mixmaster
Even though Starscream is an over stuffed jerk who needs to be dipped into a vat of acid slowly and painfully until his vocalisers overload and break from all of his screaming (hehheh), he did bring up a very good point. The Constructicons can never touch the heavens the way he and the other seekers do. Even Blitzwing and Astrotrain get the privilege to live and die amongst the stars, but not I. Not us. For that I would have to start from the beginning, to be built all over again, in a different form for a different purpose, which means I would no longer be Mixmaster the chemist. I would no longer be able to taste and tell different substances. No longer to smell the differentiating aromas and odors of chemicals, brewing, bubbling and smelting.
Even with my current "condition," as Hook prefers to frame it, I'm not ready to give myself up entirely yet.
I want to one day touch the stars.
No, I'm not dead I'm just swamped. College is being evil to me. Too many exams, too much homework, not enough hours in the day. Don't worry people I fuly intend to finish both "When We Were Young" and "Fractured Mentality." I just thought that before I could continue with "Fractured Mentality"I should write an actual origin story for my character Aviator.
I hope you like it.