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Honestly Starscream couldn't tell you why he accepted the young Lord Sentinel's invitation to see the supposedly "King of the Kaon Pits". He thought such fighting barbaric and completely below his station as a Prince of Vos.
He was there as a VIP atleast and had a place befitting his role as a Prince of neighboring city.
None the less he was a diplomat and his Sire needed him to secure a trade route with Sentinel through honest means. Vos was becoming in short supply of a certain mineral that only Kaon had in abundance. So if he must endure observing this barbaric sport along with Sentinels incessant blather, then he would. With the all grace and poise that came naturally to the tri-colored seeker.
So with an internal sigh the lithe seeker resigned himself to watch the proceedings and to continue to atleast pretend he was listening to the other noble sitting to his right.
"Ha! That slagger didn't know what hit him! Did you see that your highness? Oh you could almost feel that energon splatter on your plating!" Sentinel was practically vibrating in his seat. Optics bright in the sight of such brutality.
"Indeed. It was quite impressive." Starscream could only cringe internally but kept his posture perfectly aloof. Seeing nothing exciting about such a waste of energon and credits.
Once the arena was as clear as it could be a loud cheer began sweeping through the crowd. The vary air seemed to fill with tension of the crowds excitement.
"The King" was about to see his subjects. Sentinel was at the edge of his throne. Frame tense and optics shining. Engine practically purring in tandem with the roars of the crowd as the largest mech the seeker had ever seen graced the ring.
He was truly a sight to behind and the young Prince was captivated by this gladiators mere presence. It was nothing he had ever seen before and his wings instinctually flared in response to such a fine example of a warrior class.
His response went unnoticed except by the very mech whose attentions he had so suddenly craved. The sleek, tall and so strong grey mech met the young Princes optics. Starscream was hard pressed to keep his cooling fans under control with that gaze on him. They would have certainly alerted his companion to his unbecoming behavior.
But as liquid crimson optics roved over the seekers plating the large shining grey mech bowed his towering frame in greeting to the Royal Vosian. Gaze lingering in a way that the seeker could almost feel as trails of fire along his sensitive frame.
Nothing in that moment was as difficult as taking his optics of that alluring frame and leaning back with the aloof expression that was much harder to wear than it was a klik ago. The unspoken challenge accepted.
Luckily the Lord next to him was as oblivious as he was arrogant to anything but the upcoming fight and saw nothing but the warrior showing proper respect to a mech of such high standing.
"Isn't he impressive Your Highness? He's undefeated in every match he's been in. Ruthless and cunning like no other. I'd certainly be in trouble if he was anything other than a pit mech." The nervous chuckle was quite pitiful even for the young Lord. Starscream could only agree with the mech next to him. They'd all be in trouble if this powerful mech were to truly have higher aspirations.
The fact that he had so many in the crowd completely captivated with just his entrance spoke volumes. The way his spark seemed to want to escape his very chassis was more than enough to convince the Prince that this mech was one he had to come into contact with. And soon.
The fight itself was as a testament of true power and flawless technique. Vorns of skill and hard won pride.
While Sentinel kept a useless commentary on the two mechs every move, the seeker kept his optics locked on the silver frames sheer mastery of motion.
No move was made than what was absolutely necessary in order to show his sheer dominance on the arena floor. In fact the seeker could almost say the Gladiator was posturing for him.
Each shift of armor a perfect accentuation of scars from battles won and how bright and healthy it shone. So similar to how a seeker would display themselves to a potential mate outside of a trine. A True Mate.
One who would hold and protect a clutch with their very sparks. It was down right erotic and the seeker couldn't hold back the images passing through his meta.
Of being pressed back and fragged till he offlined. How willing would that frame be under his talons as he plunged his spike deep into that valve and filled it with his transfluid. How that chassis would swell with his young and heirs to Vos. For any and every seeker would appreciate the sheer power in that gleaming silver frame if it came from a royal concubine.
All too soon the fight was won and energon of the weaker mech sprayed in offering to the very gods. Bright red optics once again meeting the seekers for approval. Glossa frozen and optics wide the Prince of Vos nods his head in acceptance. Taking the gift for what it was. A show of potential.
'I would protect what was mine'
A shudder he couldn't withhold raced down his backstruts.
A sharp silver smirk and once last lingering glance and the King of Kaon was gone.
It was a nudge from Sentinel that brought him back. The thankfully oblivious mech took his inaction for a simple awe at a well fought match.
How little this grounder knew of just what occurred under his very optics. The fool.