He was so funny. He was dying and he was so funny. Life was just ridiculous ... Ridiculous and unpredictable. Starscream despite that consciousness continued to advance towards his destination, the final one. And it would have touched him first.
He was not afraid of that thought, he was sure.
Now Cybertron was a dead planet, a mass of iron suspended in space, ready to plunge into the abyss of destruction. In the sky the immense Unicron was going to awake from sleep, he was still in his stasis phase but could perceive his frightening vital aura increase quickly ...
Yes ... would soon woke up and everyone would be dead.
Maybe, if it had happened a few years before, he tried desperately to escape that fate, but that when he was a simple soldier Decepticons. Hatred.
Now it was different, that death came as well, before him would not find a stupid Transformers weak and coward, but a true warrior who would have jeopardised his own spark to demonstrate his value and try, hoping, to end the hatred that had created that mess.
Its Amazing how feelings so ephemeral were able to upset the balance of the universe.
Hatred generated primarily from the eternal battle between Autobot and Decepticon.
Only now he realize how stupid it was.
The conquest of the planet ... the destruction of centuries-old foes ... the lust for power ... all bullshit. All Bullshit.
How could he have believed for so many years in such nonsense?
How could he have been blinded by pointless lenses?
Oh Yes ... He was born Decepticons, is the motto of his faction was "Destroy and enslave".
How much they played annoying now those words. He heard the cries. He was so funny. He was dying and he was so funny. Life was just ridiculous ... Ridiculous and unbelievable.
Now they could go to hell.
Them and everything of Decepticons creed, Galvatron included.
He was approaching the fight between those who had started the end of his planet.
He was ready.
Death was calling.
Starscream proceeded to sure footing toward the end of his life.