Synapse
By SMYGO4EVA
Sometimes Starscream really did wonder what he had done to make his master, the Lord Megatron, leader of the fearsome Decepticons, so utterly indifferent to his existence. What had he truly done for the Decepticons, besides command and lead the myriad of drones to their demise at the hands of the Autobots, to have an endless string of failure ever since arriving on the wretched Earth?
Even as he was treacherous and power-seeking, to get the power for himself, as he was an opportunist, the seeker would always switch from scavenging for conquest to the loyal subordinate that he was in his master's optics. As Starscream would be at Megatron's side, he would notice that his optics would almost be tinged in shimmering, silver energon, their lifeblood. It was unnatural, so very unreal. The leader's wrath-filled stare was dark and demonic, and the seeker would know why he was right to be absolutely terrified of them.
Starscream was Megatron's second-in-command, his to tower over, his to belittle, and his to threaten, and leaving the seeker to ask what did his master want, really want. To ask would be signing one's death warrant, for their spark to join the all mighty All Spark, even if it was merely a question. It was obvious – to have control over everything and every being, to destroy the Autobots and Optimus Prime, and to reign for all time. That would always leave Starscream to think as in what he would want with him, his seeker, and what did he really seek from him. The seeker wanted to reign as well, but there would be only room for one throne – he saw to that countless times.
After every time of his treachery and failure, Megatron would thrash him senseless, leaving Starscream scarred and begging for mercy, as prideful as he thought he was, as he thought he had more dignity then that. He admitted that it was pathetic, and his master knew that as well. The lieutenant knew that he could simply fly away, fly away in his alt-mode as far from the Decepticons as possible, but it wouldn't last long. It was only a matter of time before he flew back to the cause, to Megatron, not forever.
He couldn't just fly away, run away from himself, and when all he could do was to become a servant to no one, an independent bot, and aligned with no side. The only thing Starscream would do now was to simply fly away from the mistakes he had marked upon this alien world, the ruins of everything he had ever understood to be true. The seeker knew that he would be turning from one tide to another any moment, no matter how much he disliked it, in a quick minute, in the precise synapse of a second.