This story is going to be changed to 'M' rating later but much MUCH later. Probably (and this is just a guess but I'm pretty sure it'll end up being true) sometime after chapter 20 I'll change it.
The KOxSS pairing doesn't start until later as well because I want to ease into it and not make it so sudden. I'm guessing sometime after chapter 15.
Enjoy.
Starscream, the once Second in Command of the Decepticon faction, wandered the lower streets of Kaon. The light of his optics were dull as he kept his gaze down at his pedes, his arms crossed over his gash filled frame. His wings were at their lowest point, gashes in them as well.
A great number of the gashes had old energon caked over them. He wasn't a very pretty sight.
His frame would convulse every couple steps, threatening to force him into stasis if he didn't stop to rest. He obliged to his frame's demands and leaned against a wall, sliding down to sit. He brought his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.
He closed his optics to try and recharge but just like every other time, he never did. He didn't know why he couldn't but he had some suspicions as to why. Either he was afraid that if he did, he won't ever wake or he was afraid that he would be attacked by the Predacons again.
That's where his current injuries came from but that was years and years ago when that occurred.
They never did heal properly.
If he hadn't escaped in time, he would have been a lot worse. Most likely deactivated.
Starscream rested his helm back against the wall he was sitting against, looking up at the little bit of sky that he could see from down there.
He didn't know how much there was left to do but he was pretty sure that Cybertron was nearly finished being built. No matter how much he would like to see if they rebuilt his home city, Vos, to its rightful glory, he couldn't. Not when his wings were damaged the way they were now. He couldn't even transform into his jet-mode properly without them hurting.
The sky was suddenly blocked by a large aircraft and he looked down at his pedes then, resting his chin on his knees. He let out a deep sigh... so this was his fate. To forever stay down here and rust until he deactivates?
Something beeped in his helm and he checked his internal HUD.
... or he runs out of energon and deactivates that way.
He goes into his subspace and takes out whatever energon he had left on him from some newly growing energon crystals that he found a couple days ago. He knows that he should leave them to grow but he was just too desperate.
Of course, it wasn't much either but he ate it all anyway. It wasn't good to eat the crystals raw but he had no choice in the matter when he didn't have a machine to process it to be consumed the right way.
He coughed after it was down, the raw energon crystals not sitting well in his tanks. At least it was something.
Primus, he was a mess. No bot in their right mind would want to be with him if they saw him the way he was now or find out that he was once the Decepticon Second in Command.
Starscream paused. Where did that thought come from?
He scratched the side of his helm, regretting it after when he felt something spark there. He winced, there must be a couple visible damaged wires. How bad it was, he did not know. Hopefully it wasn't too bad.
He rubbed at his optics, thinking over his previous thought. The only reason that he could think of, that brought on the thought, was that he had nothing to do now. His mind wasn't busy with anything anymore like before. Scientific equations from his Academy days, pride in his ability to beat everyone in Air Combat School and gain the ultimate high score, thoughts on if he should join the Decepticons or not, determination to go through the ranks to try and claim the highest possible position, plan ways to try and deactivate Megatron.
Now, there was nothing.
Now, though, his thoughts were being invaded by things relating to...
... love.
He shivered, tightening his arms around his frame when he felt a chill hit him. That was a sign that Cybertron was going into its evening cycle, when things start to cool down as the metal planet orbits around its sun. It was much colder down below than on the surface.
He rubbed his upper arms to try and warm himself up a bit.
The previous thought came back and he suddenly had the urge to try and find his significant other. He shook his helm, knowing that it was already too late for him. No one would want to be with someone who was a Decepticon, the faction that caused their planet to become uninhabitable in the first place before it was restored. Especially if it was Starscream, the once Second in Command of the Decepticons. One of the few bots that are high on the wanted list. Dead or alive? Preferably dead, according to everyone on Cybertron he bet.
He felt that his frame had rested enough so he got to his pedes once again and continued on his trek through the lower levels of Kaon that no one ever ventures down to anymore. Besides himself and any critters of Cybertron.
If he's lucky enough, he'll come across one of Shockwave's old labs and it could be still functional. If he does find one, hopefully there was a working heater, maybe some left over processed energon.
Ooh, that sounds nice right about now but he was setting the expectations too high.
He thought it over.
He rubbed his upper arms. Hopefully there was at least energon there. Processed or crystal form, doesn't matter anymore.
As he walked, he could feel those exposed wires sparking again, one of his wings twitching with each spark. That wasn't good but he couldn't do anything about it.
As he thought more of wanting the company of someone that he can spend the rest of his life with, the more he felt depressed about the whole idea. No way was that going to happen if that someone turns out to be the wrong bot for him.
Having no company at all is starting to look more promising. Helps with whatever ego and pride he had left. No way was he going to embarrass himself with the fact that he had no experience at all with relationships.
Then again, he doesn't want to be alone for the rest of his life.
He shook his helm. He really needed to think this through but first things first: energon.