Starscream sat in his new dwelling, a cave, thinking. Oh, how the tides had turned. A few weeks ago, the Autobots were at the Decepticon's mercy. They had destroyed their base, and captured Optimus Prime. The Autobots were even spread thin to boot. But now? Now, everything had changed. Megatron was Optimus's friend, ever since the ponies "cured" him of his hatred. 'Cured, ha! More like poisoned if you ask me.' Starscream thought. 'Hate fuels ambition, which in turn fuels conquest.' It just wasn't fair; Starscream had finally accepted his position as a subordinate, and then this happens. Starscream got up, started pacing, and began talking to himself.
"Oh, the cruel irony. I am finally the leader of the Decepticons, and it's by default! Why?! Why did those fools go with Megatron?! The Decepticons should be ruling Cybertron by now! But instead, the accursed Autobots and their pony friends have restored 'peace'. Peace could've just as easily been established by eradicating every last Autobot. Oh, lady luck, you are a fickle mistress." Starscream said, furious. In fact, he was so furious, he didn't see a sleek figure sneak into his cave.
"Wallowing, now are we, Starscream?" said a female voice from above.
Starscream looked up so fast his head nearly dislocated. He saw a familiar spider-like Decepticon in front of him. "Airachnid?! How did you get in here?" he asked, startled.
Airachnid smiled, and began to explain. "In case you forgot, this is a cave. It's not exactly protected by the Cybertronian Elite Guard."
Starscream fidgeted, and chuckled nervously. "Oh, yes. I forgot about that." he said. Then, he jumped up, as if in epiphany. "Wait, why aren't you with Megatron and the Autobots?"
"You mean the Care Bears? They're too busy hugging and talking about their feelings, to do anything productive. And Arcee and I aren't exactly Besties." Airachnid answered.
"Fair enough. Now, let's begin plotting the Reign of Starscream." said the Seeker.
"The reign of Starscream? Ha! I'm in command here." Airachnid responded.
"You?! I'm obviously the most qualified. I've been around since the first generation of Decepticons. Compared to me, you've been around for three Earth seasons." Starscream said, arrogantly.
"Yes, but in those 'three seasons' I've accomplished more than you're entire Decepticon career." Airachnid rebutted.
"Oh, really? Name some of those accomplishments." Starscream inquired.
"I brought an entire hive of Insecticons to the Decepticon ranks, I personally took care of Tailgate, and I nearly killed Megatron." Airachnid listed.
"Yes, but you couldn't have found the Insecticons without me, killing an Autobot isn't a great achievement, and nearly killed Megatron doesn't count for scrap!" Starscream said, rebuking Airachnid's claims.
Airachnid held her chin in thought. "True," she said, "but I have a plan for revenge. Do you?"
Starsceam looked at her astounded. She might have actually bested him. "Well, I... um... no."
"I thought as much. Now allow me to explain my plan." Airachnid said.