Chapter 2: Megatron and Blitzwing Remember

Megatron sat alone in his cell. There were two guards stationed outside the hall where he, and several other Decepticons, were now imprisoned. Once again, he was bored out of his slagging mind. The only thing Megatron, or any other Decepticon there, had to do, was stare at the wall, pace their cell, recharge all day, or listen to Blitzwing's Random side; it being the more dominant of the other two these days. He occasionally would say or do something entertaining.

Lugnut was, as always, worshipping Megatron, saying he would find a way to get them out of this Hell-hole. It was getting to the point where the other Decepticons were making death threats to shut him up. Even to Megatron, it was very irritating. If he still had his fusion cannon, Lugnut would be cringing in the nearest corner of his cell.

Hell, if he still had his fusion cannon, they wouldn't be there period!

At the moment, the only entertainment he could find for himself was looking over the life readings of all the Decepticons. There weren't many left now. Mainly because some had joined up with the Autobots, like Blackarachnia, and others were deactivated.

He smiled when he got to Starscream's readings. There was nothing. No sign of life. There wasn't the usual blipping sound to signal that his spark was still pulsing or that any of his systems were on-line.

Finally, he was rid of that traitor; the best part of all this was, Starscream had tried so hard, for so long to destroy Megatron, and he only succeeded in deactivating himself. Now that was cruel irony.

It gave Megatron such a warm fuzzy feeling.

He laid on his, very uncomfortable, berth, put his hands behind his head to cushion it, and dimmed his blood red optics. He began scanning his processor for a certain memory. No one truly knew what a Transformer like Starscream, who was so…quiet, kind, and gentle, when Megatron first met him, could become a cold, cruel, evil, and selfish Decepticon.

There only two Transformers who knew how the Seeker, quite literally, changed over-night. Megatron and Blitzwing were those Transformers.

The silver tyrant accepted Starscream into his small, at the time, group of Decepticons, because of his heritage. He thought that the Seeker would be of great use in the struggle against the Autobots. So what if he was everything a Decepticon wasn't? Megatron would change that one way, or another.

However, Starscream mostly changed on his own, at first. He became harsher and stronger. Everyone wondered why he made the Seeker his second-in-command, when he did nothing but betray him. The reason for that was, Starscream had been, genuinely, loyal when he first joined. Even more so than Lugnut. However, he was a lot less annoying. He never got down on his hands and knees and repeated the phrase, "I am not worthy!" He didn't worship the very ground he, Megatron, stood on.

However, Starscream, no matter what the order, did as he was told without so much as a who, what, where, when, why, or how. He never needed to be told anything twice. Megatron found the memory where everything went wrong with Starscream.

Flash back…
Megatron stood on the ground looking up at Starscream and Silverstar, who were glaring at each other. The warlord smiled, this would be very interesting. The two Seekers were talking to each other, but they were too far up for Megatron to hear.

Starscream took two blades from his waist and lunged at Silverstar, and the elder deflected the younger's attack with his own blade, with speed the silver mech could barely follow.

They talked for a second, then Silverstar's expression turned from anger to confusion. He didn't see Starscream's foot coming. It went through the glass of his cockpit. Starscream then sent a huge wave of purple fire from his heel thruster. Silverstar screamed in pain as the fire burned his more sensitive wires and licked at his spark chamber.

Megatron thought the Seeker was going to burn Silverstar from the inside out. However, he was surprised when Starscream yanked his foot from Silverstar's cockpit and allowed the flames to extinguish.

Silverstar looked at Starscream, confused. The younger Seeker said something and Silverstar looked down at his destroyed cockpit. Megatron could see his spark and spark chamber. He chuckled at the sight.

The elder Seeker looked at his son, his expression serious. He got into an attack stance, his blade ready and said something. Megatron smiled, he knew what was about to happen.

He had seen Starscream use his deadly and graceful craft on a number of occasions. But Starscream would always say he wasn't even trying. The tyrant would see if that were true or not. Megatron couldn't describe what he saw, because he couldn't see what happened.

One moment, they were still in their attack stances. The next, he could only see two blurs ramming into each other. All he could hear was the clang of metal on metal or a blade being swung. Finally, the blurs stopped. Starscream and Silverstar had their backs to one another.

All that could be heard, now, was the gentle hum of their systems. Then both Seekers flinched. Four gashes appeared on Starscream. One going up and down the side of his neck, all the way down to his cockpit. Two intersecting into an X on his chest. The last went from his right wing tip, all the way to his shoulder.

Several more cuts and gouges covered Silverstar's back and torso. Blue sparks and purplish-pink energon blood came from their wounds. Megatron's smile was replaced with an open mouthed expression of wonder. The battle had barely even gotten started, and they had already caused tremendous damage to one another. And he hadn't even seen what happened.

Both Seekers turned to face each other and resumed their original positions. A second later, the two blurs were at it again. Megatron watched them for several minutes. When their blades connected, they froze for a brief moment. Silverstar spoke and Starscream shouted, "No!"

He kicked his father hard in the side, then pushed away from him. Then he lunged at Silverstar and when their blades connected, Starscream made his thruster go into overdrive and they were heading for the ground.

Megatron, after figuring out what Starscream was planning, ran toward the place he knew they would land. A second later there was a loud crash! And the land he stood on shook. It took him several minutes to get to where the two Seekers landed. And what he saw surprised him.

Silverstar had his arms wrapped around Starscream, and Starscream hesitantly returned the embrace. What had he missed? He shook his head, and started powering up his fusion cannon. The Autobots would suffer a great loss without their Air Commander. So what if Starscream was caught in the blast? Sometimes sacrifices had to be made.

Silverstar looked up and saw him just as he was about to fire.

"Starscream MOVE!!"

Just as he fired, Silverstar pushed his son out of the way and took the full impact of Megatron's attack. His spark was completely destroyed. Like all Transformers, Silverstar's armor and body turned grey and his golden optics faded. He was deactivated.

At first, Starscream looked surprised, then he looked angry. He glared at Megatron, whom was wearing the smuggest of grins on his face.

If asked about the event that followed, Megatron would answer, "One moment, I was starring at Starscream, then next, a Seeker fist was coming toward me."

Starscream had used every last ounce of his speed and strength, to run toward the silver mech and punch him in the face. With the momentum he gained, along with his strength, when the blow landed, it sent Megatron tumbling backwards.

The tyrant propped himself up on his elbows and stared blankly at Starscream, he wouldn't have ever thought the Seeker was that strong by just looking at him. He cringed back at the glare the Seeker gave him. If looks could kill, Megatron would be a broken, bloody mess on the ground.

The Seeker raised his wrist and powered up his null-ray. The tyrant dodged the shot that left a small crater in the ground. When the sliver mech got back on his feet, Starscream attacked. The Seeker used nothing but his combat abilities, claws, agility, and null-rays against Megatron.

It seemed that he would win the battle when he got Megatron on his back again. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, Lugnut shot him in the back. It wasn't enough to bring him down. But enough to surprise, hurt, and anger him.

Starscream's glare went from Megatron to Lugnut. The large green mech took a step back at the look of pure rage on the Seeker's face. The Seeker was about to lung for the other Decepticon, but Megatron grabbed his ankle, and tripped him.

Starscream fell flat on his front. Megatron grabbed his wing and turned him over. He punched the Seeker's cockpit and increased his grip on the wing. His fist went right through the yellow glass. It was now his turn to be angry.

Starscream lived up to his name, and screamed at the top of his vocalizer. The glass of his cockpit had nerve-receptors all over it and his wings were beyond sensitive. Megatron started ripping out sensitive wires and denting the Seeker's wing. The pain soon became too much for the him, and he passed out.

Megatron removed his hand from Starscream's cockpit and shifted his other hand to Starscream's back to hold him up. Lugnut went to finish the Seeker off, but the silver mech stopped him.

"But my lord, he has betrayed you!" he exclaimed.

Megatron smiled evilly as he traced Starscream's jaw line. "All Starscream needs is a…attitude adjustment."

"…Attitude adjustment?"

Megatron chuckled, then picked the Seeker up and threw him over his shoulder. He walked toward the base. After Starscream had been repaired, Megatron and Blitzwing would have a lot of work to do.
End flashback.

Megatron on-lined his optics, returning to his cell. After Starscream woke, he had Blitzwing completely reform him into a Decepticon solider. He frowned, remembering that after he had reformed the Seeker, he became less loyal and…

Megatron couldn't even describe how, after a few stellar-cycles, he hated some of the changes made. He smiled, remembering that he no longer had to worry about Starscream ever again.

A second later there was a small and weak blipping noise. Remembering that he had left the Decepticon life readings on, he returned to them and froze. He was still on Starscream's readings.

There was a sign of life! It was weak, but still there all the same. Starscream was holding to life by a wire!

A second later, all of the Decepticons were cringing in the nearest corners of their cells and the guards were calling for back up. Megatron was destroying any, everything, he could get his hands on. And every word he shouted was a Cybertronian or human swear word or phrase.

Lugnut managed enough nerve to ask, "My lord, what is wrong?"

Megatron stopped his tirade, and answered, "Just when I though I'm finally rid of him, Starscream always finds a way to escape deactivation!!"

Random laughed and asked, "Vell, vhat do you expect? It's in the nature of every member of the Star family to be stubborn vhen it comes to deactivating."

Then he started laughing again. Megatron glared at him, and Blitzwing continued to cringe in his corner. The Icy persona took over and sighed. He couldn't help but remember Starscream as he was, before he, Blitzwing, reformed him. He remembered Starscream's last moments as himself.

Flashback…
Starscream had been repaired and was in no form of physical pain. The dent Megatron had left on his wing was gone, the wires that had been ripped out, replaced or fixed, his cockpit had been replaced and the wounds from his father's blade were patched up. They would most likely leave scars.

He was, however, enraged. He was chained down to a medical berth and several wires were connected to his head. He knew of their purpose, they were going to go into his processor. He struggled against his bonds and yelled all manner of Cybertronian curses directed to Megatron.

Blitzwing walked into the room, a syringe in his hand, filled with a purple liquid. The Icy persona sighed and opened Starscream's cockpit. When his hand was inside, searching for the correct wire to inject the liquid into, Starscream gave the command for his cockpit to close.

It slammed on Blitzwing's hand.

"Keep your hands out of my cockpit you son-of-a-glitch!" he spat.

Blitzwing's face changed to Random. He laughed, "Vell, zomeone iz in a bad mood!"

Then he switched to Hothead and shouted, "Let go of me you damn Seeker!" and started pulling at his hand.

"As you wish."

Starscream suddenly opened his cockpit and Blitzwing fell backwards and landed on his aft. Blitzwing got up and was about to beat the Seeker to a scrap heap. But the moment he looked into those silver optics, he stopped himself. He didn't see anger or hatred, he saw pain, agony, sadness, and loss.

Blitzwing changed back to his first persona and sighed, "Starscream, don't make this any harder on yourself than it already iz. It vill only be vorse."

"How can it be worse?! Megatron killed the only family I had. And you're going into my processor to frag up my memories and personality! You're helping Megatron change who I am! I thought you were my friend!"

It was true. Blitzwing had become friends with Starscream when he, Blitzwing, first joined the Decepticons. They had helped each other climb through the ranks.

"Star," the triple-changer began, "I am your friend."

"Prove it! Let me go! Please! Don't do this to me!"

Blitzwing felt his spark ache. Hothead felt sorry for the Seeker, Random wasn't laughing and was trying to convince his "brother" to let Starscream go, and Icy…Icy, as much as he wanted to, couldn't free the Seeker. Megatron had made it plainly clear that he would kill his own troops before he let Starscream escape, and had made it clearer that if anyone helped Starscream, they would immediately be deactivated. Blitzwing knew Megatron was nothing, if not a mech of his word. He also knew that it wouldn't be a quick and painless deactivation, it would be slow, painful, and agonizing.

"I'm sorry Starscream….I can't…"

Starscream stopped struggling and the new look on his face was so forlorn, that it made Icy's, Hothead's, and Random's spark break. The Seeker turned his head to the side, looking away from Blitzwing, and off-lined his optics. The yellow glass cockpit opened fully.

"Then do it," he said solemnly, "Just get it over with. I…have nothing more to lose…"

Blitzwing's spark broke into even tinier pieces at Starscream's words. He picked up the syringe he had dropped, then resumed searching for the wire. When he found it, he gently held it between his index finger and thumb. He looked at Starscream's face again; his optics were still off-lined and he was still facing away from him. Blitzwing's shoulders slumped a little and he looked back at the wire. His gaze then traveled to Starscream's spark.

It glowed a beautiful shade of silver blue. That wasn't the spark of a Decepticon. But when he, Blitzwing, was done, it would change.

"Starscream?" Blitzwing said.

The Seeker made no response.

"…Star…?"

"…What?"

"Look at me…please?"

At first, the Seeker stayed in the exact same position. Then he on-lined his optics and looked at the triple-changer. Blitzwing was overjoyed that Starscream hadn't objected. He wanted to see those silver orbs one last time, because he knew it would be the last time he saw them. He saved this image away in his memory banks, so that he would never forget those beautiful silver optics, and so he would never forget what he had done.

"I really am sorry."

Starscream said nothing and continued to stare into Blitzwing's red optics. One would forget the Seeker's optics clashed with his coloring the moment they stared into them.

Starscream resumed his original position, head turned away from Blitzwing and optics off-lined. The triple-changer sighed again, then penetrated the wire with the needle of the syringe and injected the liquid into Starscream's systems. It slowly put everything into stasis. Before he completely entered the realm of unconsciousness, the Seeker managed to say one last thing, "Good-bye…Blitz…wing…"

Then he was silent.

Blitzwing closed Starscream's cockpit and stared at the seeker. He knew as well as the triple-changer that when he woke up, he wouldn't be the same. And it continued to shatter his spark into smaller pieces. "Good-bye Starscream."

At that moment Megatron entered the room and asked, "Are you ready to begin?"

Blitzwing composed himself and answered, "Yes, everything is ready."

"Good, I want this to be done as soon as possible."

Blitzwing sat at the monitor he would be using and started working. Megatron stood there, watching him over his shoulder, telling him which memories to get rid of and which ones to alter. After all the unwanted memories were either altered or deleted, Blitzwing began altering Starscream's personality.

Megatron didn't want the Seeker to be stronger than him, so he had Blitzwing decrease the power of his null-rays, erased some of his knowledge about blades, and erased all his knowledge about his agility and flexibility. However, his knowledge with flight, he left alone.

It would be foolish to keep Starscream as his Air Commander if he didn't know how to fly properly. And it would be even more foolish to keep him as his SIC, and in the Decepticon army for that matter, if he was completely powerless.

With every stroke his fingers made with the keys, Blitzwing felt his spark ach more and more and he felt it shatter over and over. It hurt him to erase the memories of their friendship and the memories of the only other friendship the Seeker had.

When he finished, he got up from the monitor and removed the wires from the Seeker's head. He looked at Megatron, "It's finished."

The silver mech smiled evilly, "Good, put the armor upgrades on him."

Blitzwing obeyed, putting several armor upgrades on the Seeker. When he was done the Seeker was taller and broader than he actually was. He sighed inwardly, he wished he didn't have to do this to his friend.

"Now, wake him," Megatron ordered.

Blitzwing could tell that the mech had the smuggest grin on his face. He thought he had won. The triple-changer hopped this would all back-fire on him someday.

"Blitzwing, did you not hear me?"

The ripple changer could tell he was getting impatient with his stalling. Not wanting to anger the tyrant, but hating him all the same, he took another syringe from a compartment on his waist. He opened Starscream's cockpit and looked at his spark. It now glowed an evil dark purple, showing that everything had been successful.

Blitzwing injected the liquid into the same wire and both he and Megatron waited. In mere seconds, Starscream on-lined his optics and looked from Blitzwing to Megatron. His optics were now ruby-red. "Welcome back Starscream," the warlord greeted.

Starscream didn't remember the last conversation he had with Blitzwing, he didn't even like Blitzwing. The triple-changer hated what he had helped turn Starscream into, and he hated himself for doing it. This new being looked like Starscream, walked like him, and sounded like him. But he wasn't Starscream. He was now someone else…someone horrible…a Decepticon.
End flashback.

Blitzwing on-lined his optics, Megatron was in recharge now; the guards had obviously taken care of him. But the other Decepticons near his cell were still cringing, afraid to wake the tyrant.

Blitzwing sighed, he had gotten what he wanted. What Megatron made him do to Starscream had back-fired on him. But the way it did…

The triple-changer now understood the saying, "Careful what you wish for, you might just get it."

He'd gotten what he wished for. But the being that had once been his friend destroyed himself in the end. He sighed again, it didn't matter if Starscream was alive or not; he still wouldn't be Starscream. He would probably deactivate soon anyway.

Chapter 2! Sorry it's so long, but if I had written them as two seperate chapters it would've been too short. Hope you enjoy, chapter 3 will be up soon.