Captured. Left in a warehouse to rust. What the Autobots didn't expect was what Starscream had planned...Fun fact: He never stopped raising his army...His little army...

In this fanfic, Starscream does not die at the hands of Sam Whitwicky, rather, he is captured by the Autobots. Ironhide is also alive in this fic, reasons will be revealed soon. My fics, because I have such a long list to make, are coming in slower. Sorry about that...

Little Big Troubles Of The Seeker Type: Prologue

"...Your sentence is to be locked away at the abandoned military base I have allocated for the crimes you have committed while serving under the Decepticon leader, Designation: Megatron." Prime read aloud to a very displeased Starscream, who tried to break free of his tight bonds. He unleashed a feral roar at Prime and Ironhide, the latter currently restraining the livid Seeker, the roar translating into an incredibly crude Vosnian curse. "...You will serve out this sentence in an energy shielded captive until you have shown, beyond doubt, that you can be a loyal part of our ranks. If after being assimilated into our ranks, you show any sign of resistance, we will have no choice but to remove your spark from your frame. Escape is impossible. If you come into contact with the sheild, you will be reflected."

Starscream only thrashed furiously, making a high-pitched screech as his means of protesting. Ironhide only held the vastly larger Seeker tighter, crushing his wings. He may have been smaller than Starscream, but the many eons of battle he had faced had hardened him and taught him where one's weak spots were, where one could subdue even the biggest enemies. Right now, he was holding both of the Seeker's rather threadbare arms behind him with one huge paw of a servo, while readying a gun in his other. Still recovering from the Chicago battle, Ironhide bore a large gunshot hole in the side of his chest, the shot which luckily missed the spark chamber. It had been covered with some spare metal, but was definitely far from healed.

"Do. Not. Test. Me." A short threat of which shut Starscream up immediately came from Ironhide, who had positioned one of his gigantic cannons into the Decepticon's side.

"Nrrrgghh..." Starscream felt as if he was about to explode with revenge-filled rage from all the unfortunate events which had previously befallen him. First, one of his optics had been taken out by that insect Sam Whitwicky, which was still torn and broken, leaking Energon which was pooling at his huge talons, then as he escaped, he was abandoned by the other Decepticons who were soon slaughtered by a...flying Prime, and now he was being exiled to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere with no way to escape! Starscream was trapped. With no options to escape, he was...defeated. Unwillingly, of course. The Seeker was furious. Oh, how he wanted to take a blade to everyone around him...Starscream almost didn't see that Sam Whitwicky insect's previous Conjunx Endura, a.k.a. 'mate', according to the humans, Mikaela walking in, holding Wheelie, the little espionage bot in her arms. He and Mikaela had also just retruned from the battle, both looking very tired, Mikaela bearing ghastly black rings around her bloodshot eyes and the little bot himself bearing some long scratches. The woman had become a NEST agent herself, deciding rather than be a civilian who illegally knew big government secrets, she would be an agent who stayed on the right side of the law, now being a character who wanted to keep her newly-reset criminal record as clean as one could. Currently, her criminal record was cleaner than Major Lennox's uniform. She, who usually just handled espionage missions, had been called into battle as well, the team being deprived of soldiers as many were killed and injured to the point of which they could not engage in battle any further.

"Hey, check out this big, ugly motherfu..."

"Can it, traitor!" Starscream hissed at Wheelie, who only snickered. The Seeker spat a greenish spitball at the pair, who easily dodged it. The resulting splash of gunk covered another soldier standing in close proximity of the landing area of the spitball, the soldier recoiling.

"What the hell was that for?!" The angry soldier cried, brushing off chunks of goo from his uniform. The man gave an especially disgusted look as he removed a large chunk of goo from his sewn-on badge which read, Major M. Bay, a soldier notorious for his explosion obsession.

"Poor guy..." Wheelie sniggered, unable to hold in his laughter. As the soldier brushed off chunks of Seeker spit, he managed to uncover a small sliver of gold hidden in the goop, somehow trapped in the spit. Obviously, Starscream needed clean out his bird-beaked mouth.

"Awesome gold!" The man, almost randomly shouted out.

Wheelie's jaw only dropped.

"I guess he does deserve the luck..." Mikaela commented. Starscream yelled again, snapping Wheelie back into the world of the functioning. The little Autobot looked up at Starscream, making a snide comment about him to Mikaela.

"Whaddya think 'bout this pathetic bitch, Warrior Princess?" the small bot asked, pointing at Starscream.

Mikaela smiled. "I think he's pretty pathetic, seeing as that wimp of a man could take his eye out..." The black-haired woman replied, her smooth voice darkening as she mentioned 'that wimp of a man', the wimp referring to Sam Whitwicky, her past boyfriend. Mikaela and Sam had come off their relationship on a rough note after a comment which she had launched at his great grandfather, Archibald, jokingly. The woman had left quickly, taking only her valuables and Wheelie from the boy's house, the former Decepticon actualy clinging to her leg, refusing to be left with Sam. Brains came afterward, befriending Wheelie, sharing the same height troubles as him. Mikaela now laughed it off, and when the subject bought up, she would most often respond with an insult about Sam, usually regarding his masculinity or his high-pitched screams she had the pleasure to experience when he had faced off with a certain Decepticon seductress. Mikaela had not been in a relationship ever since, thanks to her line of work and a certain very nosy Decepticon-turned-Autobot who now resided with her, who had surprisingly become her closest friend. Mikaela had also become considerably more tomboyish than before, not really having the opportunity to interact with her outside female friends. and had even started wearing a hoodie and pants. Her favourite pastime now, instead of fixing bikes, was 'slagging 'Con afts', as Ironhide had put it, also becoming quite close to Ironhide himself because of this. Her first encounter with Frenzy was what truly sparked her bloodlust, however. Or rather, Energon-lust. The restrained Seeker swept his head back to face Prime.

"I will never surrender! Never!"

"Then it is settled." Prime began. "You shall live out the rest of your existence in the confinement of our prescribed area."

"Let me go! I'd rather die!" Starscream yelled, menace in his scratchy voice.

"Really? Is that so?" Ironhide smirked, his weapon whirring into life, the barrel gracing the Seeker's head menacingly. "I could end it all for you...painfully..."

"Aaugh! No! Please don't shoot, Lord Ironhide!" Starscream squealed, shrinking down in the steely grip which held him. Having accomplished what he wanted; Starscream begging for mercy at his cold servos, Ironhide clicked on wing restraints and Energon cuffs for the Seeker and threw the beast towards Prime, the Decepticon tripping and falling like a sack of potatoes. Prime reverently picked up Starscream by his cuffs, lifting him up so his massive talons could gain footing.

"You shall be moved to the base in 2 Earth hours. For now, you shall remain in captivity at this base. Ironhide, take him to the holding area."

"Understood." The ebony mech walked over to the Seeker, snatching him up roughly. "Get up!" Starscream snarled as he was hoisted up by his talons and dragged to the holding cell, his wings scraping and bumping on the ground awkwardly as Ironhide walked over to the holding cell.

"How can I get up like this?!" Starscream screeched, his head hitting an obstacle.

"Don't be smart with me!" Ironhide tightened his grip on Starscream's long legs, the Seeker hissing in pain. Walking with Starscream dragging behind him, he headed for large and sharp items on the ground, scraping the Seeker over them. Starscream's remaining optic was almost taken out once more by a sharp-edged box laying to the side of the base. As Ironhide reached the open and ready holding cell, he swung his around and literally threw the Decepticon inside, slamming the steel door of the cell closed with a loud slam. Almost immediately, the thump of Starscream slamming himself into the door was heard.

"LET ME OUT! YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CONTAIN ME!" A long ear-shattering scream was heard afterwards. Two more loud thumps were heard as the Seeker attempted in vain to break free. "I AM STARSCREAM!" Another slam was heard before another scream permeated the base, the others covering their ears painfully.

"Is he going to keep doing this?" A soldier, who had been standing close behind with Mikaela, winced in pain as the sound painfully wracked his ears.

"Hopefully, his voicebox will overload soon and he won't be able to make a single screech. But for now, he'll just live up to his name." Wheelie responded, jumping down from Mikaela's arms, scooting over to Ironhide. "Hey Ironhide, any chance you could go in there and slag him?"

"No." Ironhide quickly responded. He disliked the little bot, mainly because he was a former Decepticon. The other was reason was obvious; he was extremely annoying. Not happy with the answer, Wheelie asked again, amidst the screaming and thumping of Starscream.

"Do it, 'Hidey! It'll be fun!"

"NO! I am under orders to keep him ALIVE!" Ironhide yelled angrily. "And don't call me 'Hidey unless you wish to be terminated!"

"Screw the orders, 'Hidey..." Wheelie laughed. "You don't listen to them, anyway!"

"Just stop it!" Ironhide snarled, gun whirring to life loudly, which even caused Starscream to stop, believing the threat had been aimed at him. Wheelie wisely stepped back and climbed onto Mikaela's leg, hiding from Ironhide's fury. Mikaela slowly leaned down and picked the little Autobot, scooping his legs up onto her arms where he sat down. Ironhide, huffing angrily, walked off madly.

"Primus, that guy has anger issues..." Wheelie whispered to Mikaela, who chuckled. Feeling her arms start to waver slightly from holding her Autobot friend for so long, Mikaela asked Wheelie something.

"Hey, my arms are getting tired...Can you sit somewhere else?"

The small, blue bot nodded. He slowly got up on Mikaela's arms and turned around, latching his servos onto her shoulders. He climbed up slowly, using Mikaela's...ample chest to help himself up. A soldier sitting near her, who had been cleaning his weapon dropped his jaw almost to the ground.

"Lucky bot..." he said, aghast. Mikaela smiled and shrugged, causing Wheelie to almost lose his footing.

"Mikaela!" Her outstretched hand held him just in time. Wheelie quickly recovered, this time leaping onto Mikaela's shoulders, swinging one of his legs over her head and straddling her neck. Mikaela had cut her hair into a short, messy style as her army life now meant her long hair was a burden. Wheelie laid his arms on Mikaela's head. "Just be careful the next time I climb."

Mikaela reached up and patted her friend on his sharp, metal head. Before anyone could react, another long, loud screech penetrated the air.

"KKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Mikaela winced again, Wheelie grabbing her head tighter and straddling her neck with more force, however, still mindful of his friend's fragility, especially around the neck. Too much pressure and her would cut off her air supply. He'd prefer to fall off rather than accidentally killing his friend. Mikaela, recovering from her double-over, apologized to Wheelie for the sudden drop, which felt like a bull ride for the little bot.

"Sorry. That Starscream...we'd better go." Mikaela turned on her heels and walled off, heading to the soldier's private quarters, located on base. Because of the base's 'secrets', the soldiers were not to go home, no matter how close they were to the home, unless special permission was granted and a wire was worn to prevent soldiers from leaking information. Will Lennox was one to often go home, having a wife and young daughter, and would go home sometimes with Ironhide accompanying, which bent the base's rules by a considerable margin, however, being such a trustworthy man, he'd always seemed to get away with it. Annabelle, his young daughter, had taken a liking to Ironhide, and would always be waiting for her father to bring the giant home to her, much to the annoyance of the grumpy old mech. Mikaela, reaching the doorway to the private quarters, whipped out her ID card and swiped it through the scanner.

Name: Mikaela Banes

Rank: Soldier

RETINA SCAN REQUIRED

Mikaela sighed. She hated the manditory retina scan; a beam of light that was shot straight into the eye for 'identification and security purposes'. The blinding beam hurt her eyes, which were already worn out from the explosions and flares in the previous battle, and black patches of vision would be seen for many minutes later. Leaning down, Mikaela forced open her right eye into the scanner, once again bedazzling her eye as the beam swept over it. Mikaela made it a habit of hers to switch eyes every time she went through the process, thus sharing the strain on both eyes and not just dstroying one side of her field of vision. Recoiling after adequate time, the bulletproof glass in front of her whooshed open swiftly. A smell of generic 'home-brand' air freshener hit her, a somewhat refreshing and comforting change to the sharp, metallic scent of the base's main operations room, which fooled her brain into a sense of security, one elicited from the feeling of being in the confinement of home. The warm, almost dim yellow lights illuminating the corridor softened her vision, another contrast to the bright LEDs and of the main room, which were made worse by the metal reflecting it often into her already strained eyes. Mikaela stepped inside, feeling a sense of deceptive comfort wash over her. She could feel the clinch on her neck loosen, knowing somehow, the ambience of the corridor gave Wheelie the same comfort. Maybe it was because her own house, when she did happen to take leave, held much the same ambience? Her little friend did spend almost all his time with her, anyway...mostly to hide from Ironhide.

"No place like home, right?! Well, as close as army quarters can get, anyway..." Mikaela chided. She walked down the hallway, passing the main canteen. She pressed the button on the elevator next to the canteen, waiting for the door to open so she could be taken up to the level in which her quarters were. In the quiet, musty elevator, Mikaela could feel a weird feeling on her head, as if somebody had fallen lightly over her spiky hair. Two miniature arms suddenly came into her field of vision, dangling lifelessly.

"What the..." Mikaela poked the arm, recieving no response. Precariously raising her arm to pat her head, she realized what had fallen on her head. Wheelie.

He had fallen into recharge on her head!

Mikaela laughed softly, mindful not to wake him as a part of what she planned to do next. She fished through her right pocket to find her phone, and pulled it out, flicking to the camera mode. She raised it to the recharging Autobot laying on her head, and snapped a photo, the flash waking him instantly. Mikaela pulled her phone down before he could see it, knowing he'd urge her to delete the photo.

"The hell was that, Mikaela?"

"Nothing."

*Ding*

Wanting to question further, Wheelie was cut off by the ding of the elevator. The elevator had reached their level, also spitting out the floor level in the monotone droning over the speaker system; level 7. Each floor had 4 to 7 different quarters, called 'rooms' despite being as big as a standard private college dormitory, if not even bigger, one for each soldier. Usually, these were reserved for special guests and high-ranking soldiers. Among the elite were Mikaela herself, who shared hers with Wheelie, Lennox and Major M. Bay. Lennox was on Level 2, Room 3 and Bay was somewhere in Level 5. She never particularly paid attention to him; he was just well-known because of his explosion obsession, which often got him, and most likely others, into trouble. Stepping out of the elevator, Mikaela walked over to Room 5, her room, passing other room doors which were on either side of the straight, beige corridor, resembling a mid-class hotel, which ended in Room 7, a larger room reserved for Agent Seymour Simmons who occasionally 'camped out' here when he was needed for his knowledge of the now disengaged Sector 7. He often bickered about the size of his quarters, being accost ones to living in a fully serviced mansion of sorts. Flicking her keycard out, Mikaela roughly stabbed it in the card scanner slot and waited for it to scan. A beep was heard, and the door then clicked open with a distinctive snick. Mikaela watched as the room lights flickered on in her quarters, stepping in once the process was complete. She closed the door behind her softly.

The room, aka living area for Mikaela, was small, with a short wood-paneled corridor that lead into the main area. The walls of the main area were colored an off-white cream, and the carpet was a generic office-pattern grey. The main living area consisted of a large plasma TV nailed to the left wall, which picked up cable as well as international channels, a grey plush couch which sat opposite of the TV, a few side tables to hold open tin cans, pizza boxes and empty glasses, and also a small cupboard under the TV which held Energon shards and small cubes for Wheelie. The opposite end of the room to the exit bore a large bulletproof glass window, which looked out to the outside of the huge NEST base, capturing the human obstacle training area and part of the loading dock for the cargo planes which flew in and out daily in its metal-reinforced frame. A small cooker laid on the bench next to the couch along with a small beer fridge, which was packed with Mikaela's various foodstuffs. On the right side of the corridor was a door which lead to the bathroom, and on the left side was the tiny bedroom, which was half-filled with Mikaela's bed. The bedside table next to it had a drawer pulled halfway out of it, hanging loosely, the drawer itself lined with a large car-washing chamois, complete with oil and Energon stains. The rag was something Mikaela had taken from her dad's chop shop and given to Wheelie as a show of goodwill, knowing he liked the addictive, metallic smell of motor parts, reminiscent of Cybertron, and was now used for his small drawer in which he recharged in. Reminding herself her friend was out of Energon and very tired from the massive Decepticon ship crash he had just caused in the previous battle, Mikaela walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a shard of Energon, being out of proper cubes. She handed it to Wheelie, who took it quickly out of her hand.

"Ugh...I still have the taste of ship parts in my mouth." Wheelie commented. He, as well as tearing apart the mechanisms of the ship using his newly-crafted miniature Energon blades equipped on his arms, had also used his denta to decimate the ship from inside, biting and tearing at the gears and fuel lines like a mad parasite along with his friend, Brains, who was in Ratchet's 'ICU' part of the medical facility recovering from a massive injury where a large piece of debris from the ship had pieced him right in the spark chamber, leaving him miraculously alive, albeit barely. Wheelie, after a short moment contemplating his almost fallen friend, quickly and roughly shoved the shard into his mouth, crunching down on the shard with a loud crunch. Tiny fragments of Energon flew all directions, some falling into Mikaela's hair.

"Maybe you should sit down to eat that." Mikaela, voice bordering on disgust, picked him up and put him down on the couch, the little bot snuggling into the soft plush. "Put on some Star Trek if you'd like. I'm gonna make some food for myself."

Two hours later, in the Main Base...

"Get off me! AArgh! I will never...ne..nev..."

A loud crackle of electricity.

*BLAM*

The sound of a Seeker falling to the ground.

"Well, that's cleared that up." Ratchet laughed, flicking around his Stassis Inducer Rod. "Should've done this earlier. My audials are still ringing..."

"It's not just you..." Lennox growled. "I think I've lost hearing in my left ear..." The soldier rubbed at his temples angrily. Unfortunately for him, unlike some fortunate others, he had to stay in the Main base to help with some cleanup, meaning he was sitting front-row seats to Starscream's screeching performance. As well as his whole body being tired to the point it hurt to move, his eyes being red and ringed with a large black shadow, his ears were verging on the point of exploding from the Seeker's shrieking. "It was like listening to ten thousand cats in heat."

"I share your sentiment, soldiers, but it is our duty to contain these Decepticons." Optimus reassured the tired and cranky members of the NEST crew, many of them bequeathing him death stares.

"Well, why did he have to live?!" Another soldier, who was moving some ammo away yelled. A shining spot of blood teetered on her right ear. The sound had literally made her ears bleed. "He's the loudest of the freaking bunch!"

"Unfortunately, Starscream managed to avoid being killed because of a certain boy's incompetence." Ironhide snapped. "Maybe if he went for Starscream's spark..." He gave the unconscious Seeker a kick, a clanging sound ringing out in the base, "...then we wouldn't have this problem!"

"Ironhide..." Prime growled deeply. "I also do belive you have a job to do..."

"Hmph." Ironhide harrumphed. "Decepticon filth..." The mad Autobot proceeded to roughly snatch up Starscream's long legs, mindful of the sharp talons which sprouted from each claw. He dragged the 'Con along to a large cargo which had been sitting outside in the darkness of night, illuminated by the harsh outside lights, loading bay wide open, and threw him inside, Ironhide sitting by the side to accompany him in the ride in case an escape attempt was to be made. The plane closed up, motor whirring loudly to life. The plane quickly ate up the tarmac, quickly traveling the airstrip and gaining altitude in less than a minute as the others watched on, glad to be free of the screamer which had caused their ears so much strife. A strike could be heard from a distance, a clang of metal against metal. A loud screech was heard, followed by another clang.

"Don't make me shoot your mouth!"

"Ironhide! Control yourself!" If the soldiers thought Starscream's cries were unbearable, then Prime's yell was pure ear rape. Many soldiers fell to the ground as Prime yelled out at the plane, the volume of his yell shattering windows and causing an explosive a certain soldier had been handling to blow up in his face.

"Awesome!"

"What did you say?" Lennox yelled, causing another soldier to yell the same. Soon, a cascade of 'What'd you say?' infected the base.

"It would seem your scream has temporarily rendered these soldiers deaf..." Ratchet commented to Prime. "...And also shattered some windows." Unnoticed to the two, Lennox had recovered his hearing, and was now listening with interest.

"Apologies. I did not wish for Ironhide to kill Starscream. That was all."

Ratchet groaned. "Why did you tell him, of all bots, to mind him, then?!"

"He was the only one capable of fully incapacitating him in a time of need." Prime stated calmly. "We are also all very fatigued from the battle, and..."

"Why didn't you go, then?" Ratchet yelled, not wishing to deal with Prime's brand of logic. Leave the enemy alive! Who ever heard of that!

"I am needed here. There are more Decepticons in which..."

"Prime! That's Starscream! I'm sure the other cannon-fodder are manageable by me, Bumblebee and Ironhide!" Ratchet yelled back. Bee was indeed taking care of some 'Cons, one which had literally torn off its door-wing and hurled it at the poor scout in a moment of madness. "And forget this whole 'worn-out' thing, I'm pretty sure Ironhide..."

"Will you two stop arguing like an old married couple?!" Lennox finally yelled, getting sick of the pair's incessant yelling. As well as shutting Prime and Ratchet up, he manage to bring the other soldiers to attention. "You know what? We're all tired. We all need rest. It's not just you big fellas..." He was angry and tired, not a good combo for anyone. Ratchet looked down, optics widening. Prime stepped back, not wishing to comment. Lennox smiled, others watching on. It had been many hours and shifts for the tired bunch of soldiers, consisting of 16 hour long work hours and short 30 minute breaks which did not help, the group getting more and more tired. Most were at breaking point, and some had even fallen asleep on the job.

"You know what? We're leaving. Get the others to help you." Lennox stepped forward, discarded his tough army jacket, and walked off to his quarters in just his singlet, being followed by many other soldiers. The room was quickly emptied, leaving a bunch of the more dedicated-and slightly masochistic-soldiers as well as two very wide-optic-ed Autobots to stand there, wondering where they had gone wrong.

"You are cleaning all of this up. I'm going to go back and treat Brains..." Ratchet walked off, cursing in his native tongue about Prime's method of handling Decepticon prisoners.

"It may sound informal to say this, old friend, but...What the fuck just happened?"

Having returned with a roughly put together burger, Mikaela flopped down on the couch next to Wheelie, who had finished his Energon goodie, who was now curled up recharging. Usually, she would put more effort into her food, but she was just too tired to care at this stage.

"Hey, wake up, Lazystruts! Didn't you just eat?!" Mikaela teased, earning an annoyed groan from the small bot. She was tired too, also wishing for some sleep, and was getting jealous of her small friend who seemed so content resting on her couch.

"I just sunk a ship! I need the rest..." Wheelie groaned. Mikaela, in desperate need of rest herself, decided to not comment further. She sunk into the small couch, eating the burger she had just made and watching TV.

"Mcgyver?"

"So what? This guy could take down a Decepticon with that Swiss Army knife." Wheelie had put on some Macgyver, surprisingly, Mikaela being a fan of the show. The pair loved watching old 80's action TV series, and also any action flick that came into mind. Mikaela also liked spy movies, introducing one of her favorites, The Living Daylights, to Wheelie, who also took a liking to the old James Bond movie, being once a spy himself. Mikaela, quietly watched the episode by herself, before finishing up the burger. She switched off the TV mid-episode and picked up her Autobot friend.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Shall we get some rest now? I'm really tired. I'd rather sleep than watch TV." Mikaela yawned, tiredly dragging out her words. Picking up her friend, she walked over to the bedroom.

"Good idea, actually..." Wheelie commented, dropping into Mikaela's arms.

The bedroom was a beige colour, small and compact. A large, tan lamp sat on the bedside table, and the bed next to it was messily made. A mastiff soft toy sat on the edge of the large, white mattress in rememberence of Bonecrusher, Mikaela's dog, who had passed away a few years ago. The wall was lined with different Decepticon 'trophies' that Mikaela had collected, such as one of the Fallen's head fins, one of her favourite trophies. Mikaela laid Wheelie down carefully on the rag in the drawer of the wooden side table, the small bot feeling the difference in his environment, twitching slightly before relaxing. Mikaela, letting go of Wheelie, relaxed herself and flopped on to her bed, not even bothering to change or snuggle under the blankets. Mikaela fell asleep almost instantly. Before she was asleep, Mikaela could hear some movement from outside. The movement of soldiers.

"So they finally walked out..."

"Let go of me!" Starscream snarled, a huge clawed ped pressed to his head. His arms had been pulled back tightly, Ironhide yanking them hard, earning a loud yowl from the Seeker underneath him. He stepped on the Seeker's head harder, smirking as he tortured Starscream.

"You're fun to mess with..." Ironhide smirked.

"STOP IT!" Starscream...screamed.

"What's that? No small talk? No chit chat?" smiled Ironhide, using a quote he knew well. Starscream yelled, struggling under his steely grip. Ironhide was having a ball of a time, having first teased Starscream, then coming to blows when Starscream had insulted Ironhide's proto batch initiator. Ironhide had already dented one of Starscream's wings, being sharply reprimanded by Prime over the comm. link. "That's the problem with the world these days."

"What?" Starscream yelled. "Your creator?"

This time, Starscream recieved a sharp stomp to the back of his wings by Ironhide's free foot. "Just stop with the childish insults!"

Starscream only growled annoyedly. He was mad as hell now. And a mad Starscream was a snarky Starscream. Well, more than usual, anyway. "Why don't you stop with the quotes then? Can't you think of something original? Or are you that stupid? Guess someone hit their helm too hard as a hatchling..." Getting snarkier, Starscream smiled a fanged smile through his beak as he nailed in the last insult. "Actually, did the universe exist yet when you were young?!"

Another crunch to his wings.

"Guess you don't like the old jokes..."

"Utter one more syllable and I shall have you killed." Ironhide snarled. Starscream, knowing he was most definately serious this time, finally closed his beak. The grip on him loosened, and the Seeker lifted himself off the dusty airplane floor. It was almost ironic, traveling in an airplane, having taken up a related alt. mode. Starscream vented sharply, the equivelant of coughing as the dust travelled into him. Ironhide stepped off Starscream, pushing him into the side of the plane. "No more talk about my age or my creators."

Starscream huffed. He clenched his beak together, grimacing. His claws were now free, but he knew Ironhide was almost invulnerable to them. Being trapped was not something he liked. In fact, partly due to the fact that he was a Seeker, he was twitching involuntarily, wishing to be free from the cramp of the plane. Seekers were naturally creatures who liked freedom, rebels who were often free spirits. They were Cybertronians who usually did air patrols, watching over Cybertron and nurturers who watched after the hatchlings, teaching and protecting them. Seekers were known to be able to raise powerful warriors, who could form great defence armies...wait. Powerful...armies...Maybe there was a way out of this hellhole. A plan had truly 'hatched' in his mind. Well, just before the snap of Ironhide slamming Starscream in the head for his sudden smirk.

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