Okay, so this is the new chapter one after I revamped it. Much better, wouldn't you say?

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Hasbro does. I just play in their 'verse.

Starscream groaned. What had he been drinking last night? That was the only reason he could think of to explain why his CPU was acting as if it wanted to climb out off his head and curl up in a corner. He hadn't remembered a party planned for last night, but then again, now that Shockwave had rejoined them, that really meant nothing. Onlining his optics, he froze at the sight of the rather purple walls surrounding him. Scanning his surroundings quickly, he almost collapsed at the news that there was no-one around. He quickly climbed up to his feet, and then winced at the increased pulsing in his processor as it protested the rather rough treatment it was receiving. Looking around, he saw nothing but an empty hallway, terminating in turns at both ends. It could have been a hallway in any military base, except for the fact that the walls were a grayish-purple. This meant, of course, that Starscream had somehow found his way into the Decepticon base. Glancing around, Starscream could see no indication of which way he was to go. Sighing, he toyed with the idea of using ''Eny-Meny-Miny-Moe', but instead, he put his hand on the right wall, and started to walk.

Cycles later, he was still walking, but he was defiantly going up. He removed his hand from the wall and started forward faster, after all, he had been lucky this far, and he really didn't want to run into anything, or anyone, nasty. As he continued his uphill walk, he eventually came to a rather large door. Starscream stared at it for a second, before taking a small step forward. Apparently he had tripped a sensor of some sort, as the door swished open. Starscream winced. He wouldn't put it past the Decepticons to record the amount of times the door opened, and as he wasn't on their records… Running a quick scan on the room and finding it thankfully empty, he stepped in, and sighed when he saw the sight of the lift. His trine mates had beat it into his CPU that if he ever got caught in the Decepticon's base, he must find a way to the lift before the ground-ponders overtook him and brought him down. Quickly he moved over to the control console, hovering in his excitement at the thought of getting out of this underground death-trap. Despite his excitement, his servos were steady as he tapped out the passcode he had memorized at Thundercracker's insistence. Starscream grinned at the sight of the lift doors opening in front of him. Igniting his thrusters, he hopped the console and floated to the doors exited just to get out of this place. Waiting for the lift to reach the surface was almost akin to torture. The lift doors opened, and he flew out, into the SEA AIR? Engines stalling in shock, he fell back down onto the launch platform in shock at the sight of the ocean around him. Huston, he thought wryly, we have a problem.

Twenty minutes later he had confirmed that this was, in fact, an ocean and not a rather advanced sort of hologram or a lake, and was now analyzing the content in order for him to get a rough idea of where he was. Based on the salt content and the other foreign contaminants, he decided that this was the Pacific ocean. Now that he knew approximately where he was, all he had to do was to figure out where the slag he was and how he was to get home! Expanding his scans, he sensed a large group of pings laying to the east. Engaging his thrusters, he activated his transformation sequence and followed his radar, staying low on the horizon.

Once he was about a mile away from the cluster of pings, he heard the distinct sound of battle under the roar of his engines. Slowing down, he went lower until he was only slightly above the rocky ground, then transformed back into root mode. Landing lightly on his pedes, he crept forward slowly, uncertain of what he was about to see. Looking forward, he saw a cliff leading into a valley where the sounds were coming from.

Dropping lower, he moved slowly forward until he could see the horrid scene in all its brutality. He had been right, it was a battle. But it was a battle unlike any he had unwittingly relived though his trines eyes every time they bonded. For one thing, the roles in this seemed swapped. Below him was a solar farm, and instead of protecting it, the Autobots seemed to be sucking it dry while the Decepticons were protecting it. Surely the ration problem hasn't gotten that bad, has it? Certain mechs were missing from the battlefield, such as Shockwave and Wheeljack, also, there was a difference in how they moved, a certain arrogance in Motermaster's usually taciturn maneuvers, a grace added to Soundwave's every move that had always been missing for as long as Starscream had known the mech. Scanning the battlefield, he searched for the familiar grey figure of Megatron, knowing in his spark that so long as he was the same, all would be alright. However, something caught his optic that caused him to almost freeze at the sight. Down there, fighting alongside Thundercracker and Skywarp, was Starscream. For a long moment, it was all Starscream could do to not freeze up as he watched his double cruelly and coldly shooting the Decepticons left right and center. Shaking himself out of his stupor, he cast about desperately for Megatron, knowing that the other would be the same, would have to- He had found him. Inside, his spark was wailing at the sight of Megatron tearing cruelly into Optimus Prime, until a lucky shot on behalf of a Decepticon sharpshooter put paid to that. Moving back slightly, Megatron raised his arm, and cried out "Decepticons, retreat!" proving the sneaking suspicion that Starscream had been trying to ignore. This, this travesty, was not the world that Starscream had known. Numbly, he watched as the Prime collected his mechs and rolled off. So what do I do now?