Control their minds
And let them die
Take their hearts
And squeeze them dry
Starscream was not a good Decepticon. And he didn't care. They could all go rot in a pit of ToxEn for all he cared. Every single one of the sycophants, the ignorant and dumb masses that Megatron so casually manipulated.
He called them Eradicons.
A better name would be sheep.
Perhaps he was being a tad hypocritical, having sidled his way far into the Decepticon ranks with shows of loyalty so fake that they were almost sickening, but at least he was honest with himself. These minions and brainless drones, they actually believed that they were fighting for the good of those who survived the cataclysm of Cybertron. And in fighting for their false cause, they were corrupted from the inside out. Their identities were stripped from them, their names wiped from the records. They were unecessary tidbits of information. They existed only to take up space. And the Eradicons themselves? Nothing more than target practice.
Yet not a single one complained. Not one of the idiots had a mind of their own, or dared to speak up and be an individual, rather than a disposable part in an army of simpletons. As soon as you were an Eradicon, you were already dead.
They didn't even have the common decency to be stupid together. There were no friends amoungst their ranks, there was only the strong and the weak. And the weak would happily be disposed of by their peers should the circumstances call for it. Sometimes they'd just do it out of boredom. A vicious and primatice hierarchy.
They were promised equality with the Decepticons, yet they'd all shoot each other in the back for an energon cube.
It would be funny if it wasn't so pathetic.
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Drabble intro, I'm thinking of turning this into a small collection of Starscream's thoughts on the various Decepticon characters. This counts as a 'Steve/Eradicon' chapter, next up I'm planning to do Knock Out :)