Here comes the second one.

Warning: This takes place just moments after the events of the season three finale, so there will be spoilers for the ending of Prime...you've been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the bots or the cons, just the idea for this one-shot...Transformers belongs to Hasbro.

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(Starscream's POV)

We were done here. There was no way I could deny this fact.

All of us who hadn't been taken offline or captured, had no choice but to escape, unless we wanted to fall prey to the same fate as our leader. Myself and Shockwave had no choice, but to cram ourselves into the last escape pod on The Nemesis, and ejected ourselves as far away from the Omega Lock as possible.

'Argh! How did this all go so wrong!?'

We had found a way to cyberform the fleshling's whole planet, and nearly succeeded in our plan!...We could have saved Cybertron even before we had to jump to such extreme measures!...If it wasn't for Optimus Prime destroying our only hope!

Curse his name to the pits!

But as I gritted my metalic teeth together at the thought, another thought, along with a recent memory quickly replaced it, and I felt my anger get mixed with a slight feeling of sorrow. The image of my master falling like a huge metal comet to the planet below appeared before me, and I could feel my entire frame heat up with the increasing anger that filled me.

My wings lowered on my back, while my sharp talons scratched against the metal of my legs, as I stared out one of the two windows that decorated the pod, seeing the open darkness of it all, and the planet that my master had fallen to, with tiny luminous spheres scattered all around us as far as the optics could see.

I had finally been able to obtain forgiveness from Megatron...and now it meant nothing.

Silence fell over the inside of the pod.

'Primus is it cramped in here!' I thought, trying to move about here and there, while my bigger...accomplice, was sitting next to me.

"Is everything alright Starscream?" Shockwave asked, in the same robotic tone as he usual spoke in, as he looked at me with his single, glowing red optic that made up for the lack of a faceplate, that never seemed to change it's expression.

"I'm fine, Shockwave!" I snapped, spitting out the other Decepticon's name like acid in my mouth, as I glared at him with anger clouding my optics...but I quickly looked away from him. I wasn't gonna waste my time with him, not until we returned to Cybertron...and I could put my plan into action.

Revenge was the name of the game...but avenging my master's death was all I cared about right now.

But...what would the remains of the Decepticon army gain? What would I: Starscream! Gain from this?

I lowered my head in thought, my entire structure shaking...as I could suddenly feel lubricant building up in my optics, that dripped down my faceplates...why was I crying?

'Master...' I thought quietly, as the lubricant dripped off my faceplates, and onto my legs like water droplets from the sky, that usually splattered on the wings of my flight mode. I couldn't deny it...this was all going to be for Megatron.

But why did I want to bother avenging him? I could simply bring the Decepticons back together, and then lead them as their new and better leader!

'Damn you Megatron! I want to let you go, and finally take your place!' I thought with pure anger to my tone.

And as the pod continued to fly through space, heading towards Cybertron...heading back home.

One more inevitable thought...came into my processor.

'So why can't I let you go?!'

I hope you've enjoyed these little one-shots ladies and gentlemen...and hopefully they made sense. Fingers crossed.

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