The rain had finally let up after the two-week-long downpour, and Starscream was anxious to get out and spread his wings. He had been cooped up in the repair bay for what seemed like forever after his last encounter with the Autobots had left him in a weakened state. He was told not to chance getting more damaged by going against the harsh winds, but as predicted by almost all of the Decepticon fleet, he had tried to escape.
Megatron had him put in restraints until he either completely recovered or the storm let up. The constant struggle to keep Starscream down only made his condition worse. Eventually, Starscream came to the conclusion that he would like some movement even if it wasn't flying.
So, he waited impatiently in his chambers for the storm to pass, where no one (especially the other seekers) could ridicule him. Luckily, he managed to spend the rest of the rainy days in stasis, where he could at least dream about the open skies.
But now he could finally step outside and let the sun warm his casing. Suprisingly, to some of the Decepticons that had decided to follow Starscream out, he began to walk. Before any of them could question his actions, he had already disappeared into the forest's tree line.
Starscream started off at a fast pace that soon turned into a full blown run throught the trees. A childish grin krept onto his features as the clearing came into view. He began gaining speed in his teps, his spark pounding like a drum in its casing.
'Almost there, almost there...' he told himself as the cliff reached his visual. He began counting down, just like he and Starfire had when they were just sparklings.
The ground below him ended and he began to glide down the two-hundred foot drop. He allowed himself to drop fifty feet before transforming into his F-15 mode and taking off into the sky. Gradually gaining velocity as he rose above the clouds, Starscream took in the scenery. How he had missed the view of the world and everything in it below him, passing him as he soared, and the only thing that could possibly reach higher than him was the Sun itself. Oh, Primus, how he had missed the wind against him. Enveloping him in its soft embrace, daring him and racing him through the skies. The soft cooling of the water droplets splashing against his warm casing everytime he passed through a cloud.
This is where he belonged, in the sky. He felt so free from everything. Megatron, war, and all the strain of being second in command always left him whenever he took flight. How cruelly it had been taken away, but how good it felt to be back home, in the air. He wanted this feeling -this ectasy- to last as long as it could.
He turned his communication link off and sped through the sky, three times the speed of sound, leaving nothing but a white trail behind him.