Hello, and welcome to the depths of my mind. This is a poem of sorts dealing with a certain OC who I plan to expand upon. If I owned Transformers, one can logically assume he wouldn't even be an OC, he'd be an official character. Hasbro owns Transformers, but I'm not sure who created him.

The Pax Cybertronia. An era where the Maximals and Predacons lived in peace together, and everything was better.

But not for me.

No one will accept me because of who my prototype was.

Everyone brands me for the sins of my ancestor.

My fellow Predacons, my own kind, shun me, because of my name. Because of the greatest sin my prototype had committed, which had him executed.

And the Maximals will not accept me either. They know full well that the only thing my ancestor hated more than his oppressor was their own forefathers.

No one will accept me, or let me belong.

All because of my name:

Starscream.

All I want is to belong.

Optimus Primal: You've finally met Starscream, now it's time for the vote, to decide whether he enters our Beast Wars as a Maximal or a Predacon.

Megatron: You may vote via reviews, or private messaging. Vote "Predacon" if you wish for Starscream to redeem himself in my eyes...

Optimus: ...or vote "Maximal" if you want him to turn his outcast nature into a chance to belong

Starscream: There's a third option, too. I could enter the Beast Wars on my own side, trying to establish myself as emperor of both Maximal and Predacon alike

Author: Remember that if you do not review or vote, the show does not go on!