Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Transformers Animated. All rights belong to Hasbro and Cartoon Network. Ideas for this story are created by me.
How I loathed the others once my cowardly 'sparkbrother' finally came online. He was twitchy, always startled by some random movement or sound. He was even afraid of his own fraggin' shadow! What good would he be when it came to firing on the Decepticon stronghold? He'd just run away like a cowardly Autobot to save his own spark.
My creator, Starscream, was certainly foolish to try and lead the Decepticons after planning to defeat Megatron in his hideout down that Primus-forsaken mud ball. As if he could take down the all powerful Megatron!
Ha! That glitch head of a seeker didn't have the spark to take command!
I could take down Megatron myself with my optics shut. That bucket of bolts does nothing except bossing everyone around and commands his lowly soldiers into the line of battle while he sits on the sidelines, being all high and mighty as he watches his own kind and the destruction they might bring.
Anyway, I should be the one who should be leading this armada. After all, I was the first of the clones to come online, so it was obvious that the first born should be leader. Starscream wasn't even worthy of basking in his accomplishments – namely the clones. And when I say clones, I mean me.
I snorted when I thought about the other clones. All of them had one part of my creator's personality. I, apparently, had his ego. The fool! At least he was actually thinking when he passed it onto me.
I would hardly have any use of the clones after we dealt with Megatron. However, I could use them as servants. Maybe even using Starscream as my wing polisher! And maybe that cowardly clone as my…hmm, what would he be good for?
"Us? Against Megatron? Are you INSANE?!"
As my dreams broke away, I rolled my optics at the clone's frantic outburst. Speak of the Devil…
I heard the cowardly Starscream clone's body rattle violently like he had some bad glitch inside of his processors. I couldn't stand it much longer! Maybe he could be my personal footstool…
I heard him moan loudly. "I think I just sprung an oil leak..."
I frowned. Typical coward. When was that idiot going to learn how to process a backbone infrastructure?
"Silence, you fool!" I snapped. That finally shut him up, thank Primus. I think I even frightened him to the point of near stasis lock! I grinned proudly. I surprise myself sometimes…
I thought back to my dream. I was sitting on a polished metal throne, all the Decepticons and (eventually) the simple minded Autobots bowing at my feet. Starscream was polishing my wings until they gleamed brightly under the stars and the cowardly clone shivering under the weight of my feet, utterly frightened of my supreme greatness…
It all seemed so perfect.
And it will be mine.
"Megatron is a worthless pile of scrap metal, compared to my genius!"
A/N: And there you have it folks: TFA Thundercracker in a nutshell. I based his 'dream' from Starscream's short role as ruler of Cybertron in "Transformers: The Movie." A lot of thanks to Shockbox for the review. Hopefully, more reviews will come in as I update this.
Up next: Sunstorm (Sycophant Starscream)!
Celestial Maiden Sukira
Edit: Sorry about that typo, folks. It's Sunstorm, not Sunstreaker (apparently he's an Autobot!). Shows how much G1 I've actually seen...
