Ricochet
By SMYGO4EVA
Starscream is not with the Decepticons any longer…
Don't get him wrong, they were the faction that he felt that he was destined to lead, in his ingenuity he would be praised after the job is done. They were a formidable army, led by Megatron's hand, and he was an integral part of that very empire as second-in-command, even if he was looked down upon by Lord Megatron himself. It was pure venom that ran through his vocal processor, and he knew that all too well.
He may have worked with them for eons, for vorns even, but he realizes now that he will never be one of them or an equal partner. He would never even be the leader he had striven to become, when he would even extinguish Lord Megatron when he had the chance.
Starscream knew that he himself was a worthy warrior, and it seemed that his reputation had preceded him. Snuffing out the spark of an Autobot was enough fuel for the fire for the one named Arcee to attempt to end him then and there, and even joining the Autobots wasn't going to change anything. He knew that he was second rate to Megatron, then all the other Decepticons, so fling past the speed of light wouldn't change anything even if he tried.
He was second rate as a Decepticon. He was not even close to being an Autobot. He didn't even want to think about exile in the desolate, endless space. To ricochet back and forth between those two warring factions, to be shaken, to reverberate from a Decepticon to an Autobot would be enough to make him go mad. It would go as far as to further question who he was and where he truly belonged in the universe.
He was Starscream; he was now just himself - no affiliation needed.
Aligned with no side, servant to no one.