Starscream was no moron. He was paranoid, short-tempered and sometimes unpredictable… but not a moron.
At the Academy, he had been the top-ranking student. Considering all of the prejudices against him for being a seeker from a militant nation called Vos, he had done inconceivably well. His creators wanted him to be a warrior, but science called to him. It was almost as natural and easy as flying for him. His wit was as fast as his flight capabilities and he planned on putting both to great use. He would be an Explorer!
He did all he could to get into the Academy of Science. Starscream was the youngest mech to ever be qualified to attend, and while there underwent the pressures of being 'out of place' in more than one way. Never stepping down from a challenge, he worked long and hard through his studies. He ignored the harsh words of the students that were sparklings of elite, even though every word stung him to the spark. Starscream knew just one poorly chosen word around the elite brats would have him kicked out of the academy faster than a shot to the spark could kill him. At the time, he would have preferred a shot to the spark over being kicked out.
He probably would have never had a friend throughout his entire duration at the academy, but then a gentle giant came into his life. Skyfire. The curious elite was his best friend. The only one he could confide in, the only one that made the Academy bearable enough to suffer.
Starscream would have been the equivalent of a valedictorian upon graduation… if Skyfire hadn't crash landed on Earth… and Starscream hadn't been blamed… That was the end of his future as a scientist. He was horrified by his friend's fate, and blamed himself for being unable to find him… to help him. He was angered that all of the elites pointed fingers at the 'dirty, violent battle drone', accusing him of murder. Around this loss, and close to his impending trial over his missing cohort, he had received news that Vos had been destroyed by a faction that later would be known as the Autobots.
The information on the attack informed him that his future trine-mates had been killed, as well as his creators. Trine-mates were acquired through years of courtship and negotiation. It required the blessings of every living creator (usually six) as well as the complete acceptance and trust of the future trine-members. There was a ceremony when all three trine-members became the appropriate age to be considered adults. He had planned to be through with the Academy with enough time to spare to help plan the ceremony. Then the attack...
He would never graduate from the Academy. He would never get Skyfire back. He would never become an Explorer. He would never see his family again. He would never have trine-mates. Without a trine, he would go crazy soon after obtaining adulthood, and die alone. He would probably die alone sooner than that... if he was deactivated after his trial...
His spark was filled with so much grief and rage. He curled up on himself in his containment cell and let out a spark-wrenching screech. It inevitably fried his vocals, destroying everything glass within a five-mile radius.
A.N. Hello, I'm new and not accustomed to writing fanfiction, but I am looking forward to it. I've lurked on FF for many moons, but only recently decided to try my hand at writing. I would appreciate painfully honest critiques that leave me sobbing on the floor. Trust me, I'll get over it. I'd also appreciate it if anyone could recommend a Beta. Thank you!