Proper Accommodations

"Look, Starscre-"

"The accommodations you've provided me with are unacceptable." The clipped, snapped out words drew a grown of dismay from Jazz, processors already coiling up in terror at the thought of having to go through what was coming. Again. "Since the last time I've been here, one would think you'd have taken a moment to arrange for something better." With a huff the Seeker rose to stand in the middle of the cell, gifting those on the other side of the bars with a darkling look.

Standing in the back of the room Bluestreak stared at the scene in confusion, forgetting all about long questions and convoluted syntax. "...does this always happen whenever we capture Starscream?"

"He says Jazz started it first." Prowl paused briefly, listening in a bit more on the conversation from where he was standing. Jazz was sounding more and more harried with each passing moment.

"-I can't believe you lot believe these sorts of bunks are even near to being comfortable for someone with my frame-"

"He's right, those are horrible, you just can't fit your wings right on 'em," Fireflight interjected into the diatribe, giving the enemy Seeker a sympathetic look while shuddering at the sight of the recharge berth in the cell. This earned him a briefly brilliant smile from Starscream and a whimper of agony from Jazz.

"See, even your own agree! Beyond that, there's hardly any room to move in here and you could at least include some sort of viewport that would allow a flier to see the sky, and-"

A few more mech wandered in, drawn by the sound of Starscream's strident voice. "Technically speaking, Starscream would be right actually. Jazz was caught first of the two of them, since we've woken up here."

"- furthermore, the temperature settings are entirely unfit for a Seeker with my atmospheric sensor array specifications - which you should know I might add as we've been over this before - and I won't even go into how-"

"Shoot me now," Jazz whimpered, helm coming to rest with periodic thumps on the wall next to Starscream's cell.

"I would," Starscream replied kindly, "but they took away my null rays."

The ensuing silence was broken by Sunstreaker's sudden giggle, earning him a murderous glare from the hen-pecked saboteur.

"Sorry. "

It was having an audience that made it all so much fun, was what it all came down to. Starscream had learned that from Jazz, the very first time the saboteur had pulled the stunt on him.

He also liked to think he'd learned from the best, there.

Starscream cackled appreciatively, took a deep breath, and resumed tormenting Jazz for all he was worth.