Starscream and Shockwave are stuck in a bubble. I wonder who'll snap first.

On a side note, Shadowstreaker27 was correct with their assumption of the bird symbolizing Hope. Glad you caught that.

This story also needs a better title.

Note: Transformers Prime. Takes place during the restoration of Cybertron, prior to Predacons Rising.

Datapad Writing

He was gone. In one swift flick of a sword, gone, just like that. The great and mighty Decepticon Warlord, destroyed by the same Scout he spared all those vorns ago. A mere Autobot Scout. Oh, the irony of it all. He could choke on it.

But in the end, he wasn't sure what to feel. Anger? Sadness?

What was the point in it all any way. All he had worked and strived for over the course of his existence, snatched away, just like that.

Starscream stumbled to his knees, clawed servos shooting out as if to grasp the greyed frame of their fallen leader.

"I will avenge you, Master!"

"Starscream, do not be a fool!"

Shockwave tightly grasped his shoulder armor, nearly bending it under his strong hold as he struggled to break free. Starscream was quickly herded back through a hall and into an escape pod, screeching and clawing all the way.

"Curse you and your logic!"

Datalog #1

With the demise of Lord Megatron, the former Decepticon scientist Shockwave, and I, Commander Starscream, and have escaped the Autobots, and with it, Earth. We are currently in route to Cybertron to see the restoration of our home planet, as we are planning to take residence in one of Shockwave's labs, hidden away in Kaon.

We've been in this pod for only a few joor and I can already feel a twitch in my wing struts. This is no good. It won't be long before I go stir crazy, whether from my Seeker programming or the Cyclops. I believe he's onto me. Twice now he has glanced at me before resuming his work. What is he looking at? I am just as cramped in this pod as he is, if not more. Wait, that's not a twitch in my wings, that's his armor protruding into my circuits.

I don't think this situation could get any worse.

Luckily this pod, being primarily used in emergency, is already equipped with scanners, monitors, and a small supply of energon. Small indeed. It's only been joors and that one-eyed freak has already consumed more than his share of the stock while I have yet to have a sip!

"Starscream."

He let out a un-mechly yelp when he heard his name called, glancing over his shoulder strut to see Shockwave facing him.

"It is logical for me to consume energon equal to a fraction of my body mass, which in turn is much greater than your own. It is necessary that I keep my energy levels optimal so that I may continue with my research."

Starscream looked baffled for an astrosecond before his optics set in a glare. "It would be wise of you to mind your own work, Shockwave."

"Your argument is illogical. You are not a mech worthy of trust, from past experience. You were also mumbling during your writings."

With that the scientist turned back to his console, shoulder spikes once again rubbing against his wing struts painfully.

Insufferable one-eyed fragging piece of-

"Starscream, I can hear you."

It's going to be a long ride.

There will be more soon enough. Feel free to review, I love reading them and enjoy criticism or suggestions/requests. I'm also not very creative. I named 'Cora Waterford' after my dead hamster & a street. Ohohoho.