This is very short only because it's the prelude. The real story begins starting next chapter.
NOTE: This will be an Armada-verse story with slight G1 elements.
In earthly time, it's only been a week since it happened.
It's weighed so heavily on my mind that it's all I've thought about day after day. Optimus and the rest have visited me from time to time but mostly I keep to myself now. I don't even want to think about the Decepticons being on our side. I hate them all. I hate Galvatron for pushing him into it. For being so blind that he had to sacrifice himself for this… peace! I hate Optimus for not stopping him and not hating Galvatron like he should. Like I do. I hate the humans for being so indifferent. I even hate my fellow Autobots for not standing up for me.
Most of all I hate myself. I hate not being there when he needed me most. I hate not being able to tell him "I love you" one more time, the way it should have been. I hate that I even let him go in the first place and that I didn't go after him that day like I should have. I'm so full of hate I could kill myself. Things are different now without him. Everything is colder, harsher. I don't want to fight Unicron.
I replay every memory I have stored of him in my sensor net and listen to the last audio I received through our bond.
'I'm sorry, JetFire. Please live for me. Goodbye.'And then nothing. I didn't have any time to react or even process what he was saying. He was just gone. I felt the emptiness in my spark and I knew but I couldn't admit it. Only when Optimus told me did I realize the full horror of it all.
Starscream, my bond-mate was gone. Forever.
I curled up on the berth we both had shared and rewound my memories. I took it back to the beginning. To before this war had even started. All the way back to the first time we met…