Scorchfire followed Blackarachnia through the corridors of the Nemesis, the Decepticon warship commanded by Megatron. She had recently switched her faction to Decepticon due to the poor treatment she received in basic training with the Autobots.
As jaded as she was, Blackarachnia was glad to have another femme on the ship, especially one who also switched factions. She took it upon herself to show Scorchfire around the ship. New recruits didn't usually get tours, but Blackarachnia felt like she could relate to this femme, and so a tour was given.
"Whoa… this… sure is a lot darker than anything the Autobots could have ever come up with…" Scorchfire remarked.
"You'll get used to it," Blackarachnia told her before proceeding with the tour. "This area of the ship is called the bridge. It's where the ship's controls are, but it also serves as sort of a commons area for Megatron and the idiots."
They enter the bridge to see Starscream, Blitzwing, and Lugnut bickering.
"I presume those are the idiots?" Scorchfire asked Blackarachnia.
"Who are you calling idiot, insolent femme?!" Blitzwing's Hothead persona shouted, having heard Scorchfire's comment. "I will crush you into sheet metal!" His face switched to his Random persona. "But not before I express my feelings in song!" He begins singing "Headstrong" by Trapt, but before he gets to the chorus, Lugnut punts him across the room.
Starscream then struts over to Scorchfire and Blackarachnia and shines his devilish grin. He sidles up to Scorchfire and runs a hand down her back. "So, what's your name, pretty lady?"
Instead of using words, Scorchfire responded with a fist to Starscream's face. "Hands off," she said seriously. That was more of an instinctive reaction than anything purposeful. In basic training, some of the higher-ups were a bit too friendly with her. This caused her to keep her guard up around most mechs. She considered this to be both a blessing and a curse.
Starscream cowered and ran back over to his post, while Blackarachnia chuckled. "I like you already," she said.
A pair of large doors opened, and Megatron emerged from the hallway enclosed by them. The bridge fell silent as he strolled in and took his place in the center of the room. "To me, my loyal Decepticons…" he called.
Scorchfire was practically hypnotized upon hearing his voice. "Wow… that's… kind of hot…"
The Decepticons all approached Megatron and kneeled, Scorchfire kneeling a little later than the others, because she doesn't know what she's doing.
"Is this the new recruit?" Megatron asked, referring to Scorchfire.
"Yes, commander," Blackarachnia answered.
"Tell me, femme… what is your designation?" Megatron asked.
"Scorchfire, Lord Megatron sir," Scorchfire said, cheeks tinted violet. "I switched factions because of mistreatment at the hands of the Auto–"
"I asked for your designation and nothing more," Megatron cut her off.
Scorchfire blushed even harder. Most mechs were incredibly friendly with her, almost too friendly, but Megatron was different. He treated her basically the same as the other Decepticons. She liked that.
Scorchfire always liked a challenge. Her next challenge? Win Megatron's spark.