"I want you.
But more than anything,
I just want it to be okay,
to want you."

~ Unknown

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep the more I give to thee,

The more I have for both are infinite."

~ Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare.


Chapter 7

Starfire ran as fast as he could through the corridors of the Nemesis, his optics wide, terrified of what was happening. Large grounders, all black, glowing red optics, and shouting at him chased him. They were catching up, they were almost upon him.

He ran into the Control Room and into his carrier's arms. Starscream flared his wings, engine growling, and optics narrowed. Starfire just clung to him, knowing he was safe with his carrier from all things. But then the scary mechs began to attack. He buried his faceplates into Starscream's chest plates, trembling, feeling his carrier holding him tightly as he fought off the demons.

Then, Starfire screamed as servos grasped him, tearing him away from his carrier. He grabbed Starscream's servo, feeling his spark sink as fear engulfed his being.

Then his carrier was gone.

He was on the floor, the evil mechs all around him with deadly weapons. Starfire screamed as they began to attack him, their weapons stabbing and sending searing pain through his frail frame.

Skyfire startled online, quickly looking down and seeing his son screaming and crying. "Starfire, online! Sweetie, you're having a nightmare." He gently shook the Seekerlet.

Starfire's optics instantly onlined. He looked up at Skyfire, confused as to why he was there and not carrier. Then he remembered. His optics offlined, faceplates scrunched up, and cried. He cuddled against his sire, burying his faceplates into the broad chestpiece of his creator and just let it all out.

Skyfire stroked the backplates of his creation, knowing it would be some time before Starfire would be comfortable with this change.


Skyfire carried his son to the Mess Hall, the little one bombarding him with a sea of endless questions.

"Why is it orange?"

"Because that's the color of the ship."

"Why orange? The Nemesis is purple an' blue. She's a better ship. Why do you call ships 'she?' Hey, who's that? He looks funny. Sire, can you hover on your peds? Seekers can. Who's the Communications Officer? I wanna talk ta carrier. Hey, why isn't the ship underwater? The Nemesis is. Carrier says Autobots are dummyhelms. Carrier never lies. Carrier also says he's fabulous an' he's the fastest flyer ever! I can't fly, not yet. Carrier says I need to grow some more. That light is out. Sire, what rank are you? Carrier is Second in Commander and Air Commander, or, Air Marshall. He's also Alpha Seeker. Carrier's full designation title is really, really, really long! Hey, are there outliers here? Uncle 'Warp and Soundwave are outliers. Did you know Soundwave can hear your thoughts! An' Uncle 'Warp teleports, like, SSPLLEW! And he's gone!"

"Do you talk this much to your carrier?"

"Yes." He said bluntly.

"I see…"

"Carrier said he's gonna tear out my vocalizer one orbital cycle."

"He actually said that?"

"Yeah, so I told him to bite me."

Skyfire rubbed over his faceplates with his free servo. "Where did you learn that..?"

"I heard Uncle 'Warp say eht to carrier."

"Do you always talk to your carrier like that?"

"Yes. Carrier calls me 'stinky' so I call him 'afthelm,' because that's what my uncles say he is. And he says he is one so he's fine with me calling him that. Carrier also showed me how to shoot a small pistol. OH! He let me try a teeny tiny bit of engex. It tasted weird."

Skyfire rolled his optics. He was going to murder Starscream when he saw him next. Teaching their son about interface far too young, encouraging him to cuss and talk back to his creators, using a gun, and drinking! He had hoped maybe Thundercracker could keep Starscream in some control, but seems he was wrong about that.

"Carrier has nice breast plates." He just kept blabbering.

"Okay, sweetie, how about we change the subject."

"Change your faceplates!" He giggled, his little wings stubs fluttering.

Skyfire raised an optical ridge. "Um, not sure I follow…"

"Follow you to hell! Carrier says we're all going to hell and he's piloting the ship."

"Of course he would say that…" Skyfire grumbled as he palmed the door open to the Mess Hall and set his son down. "Okay, you know how to get energon?"

"Yes!" Starfire smiled proudly, trotting ahead and looking for where the energon dispenser was. He located it, running by Autobots and stopping in front of it. He paused, not able to reach the cubes. "SIRE! HELP!"

Autobots looked over, whispering amongst themselves. The news had spread about Skyfire being a sire and his son now on base, but it was still surprising to actually see this confirmation.

Skyfire approached his son and helped him get a cube down. Starfire took it, smiled so sweetly at his creator, then proceeded to pour himself some energon. Skyfire handed him a vial of additives, and the little one emptied it into his drink. He then sipped it.

"Eht tastes different."

"That's because we use a different energy source. The volcano allows us to make energon right here, while your carrier gets it from, whatever they get it from." Skyfire explained.

Starfire scanned the room, looking for a place to sit down. He couldn't find any empty tables, just strangers all glancing his way. Skyfire got himself his morning ration and gestured for his son to follow him. The Seekerlet did so, his wings a little low from his nervousness.

Skyfire sat down at a table and gestured for Starfire to sit beside him. The Seekerlet ignored the gesture and instead sat on his sire's lap. He had never sat simply on a chair before. He had always been on either Starscream's lap, or the lap of Soundwave, Thundercracker, Skywarp, or another Seeker. The Seekerlet set down his cube beside Skyfire's much larger one, then looked up at his sire, smiling that adorable smile of his. It was his way of silently asking if he was doing alright and wanting to be told how much he was loved. Skyfire didn't know it, so simply smiled back and patted his son's helm. Starfire accepted it, rather having his carrier there anyway.

Wheeljack looked up, sitting at the same table. "Yeah… Still find it hard to believe."

"What? That I have a son?" Skyfire inquired, gently stroking Starfire's wing stubs, knowing that Starscream liked that being done to him.

"Hey, I mean, first off, you and Starscream together, and then keeping him a secret for how long?"

"Over six stellar cycles."

"I'm five stellar cycles." Starfire piped up.

"I'm including when you were still in your carrier."

"How did the top guys take it?" Wheeljack asked.

"I think they are more surprised than anything else. Not so much that I have a creation with a Decepticon, but with who I had a creation with."

"It's pretty shocking that Starscream of all mechs would be your lover. Especially after seeing him shoot you up like he did."

Skyfire vented a sigh. "My beloved is good at acting… Always has been…" He looked down at his cube for a moment before taking a sip.

"Weird hearing you say that."

"Well, everyone knows now. You all can see it." He gestured to Starfire. "Wheeljack… I love Starscream. I won't deny it anymore. He's everything to me, and this damn war is just making everything so hard for us. I… I know he's being hurt and having to do things that my old Starscream never had to do. I want to just be with him and to save him from everything. I just want to raise a family with him."

"Does he have the same feelings for you?"

"He does. I know he does. Before this runt came along he had talked to me about having sparklings when the war was over. And I was accepted into his trine. We didn't do anything formal for it, but his trinemates finally came around, accepted me, and so all that needs to happen is for the war to end and Starscream not die from however it ends. I might sound traitorous, but I am scared about the Autobots winning when it comes to Starscream. I don't want him executed. He's good. He just… He's just doing what he needs to in order to survive with that lot he's stuck with."

Wheeljack slowly nodded. "Well, I don't think we'll have to worry about that for a while." He paused to drink a little of his energon. "How does it feel to be a sire? And more importantly, to have your son living with you."

Skyfire sheepishly smiled. "It feels amazing, 'Jack. I'm so proud to have him as a son. Just look at his adorable face."

Starfire giggled, loving it whenever he was complemented.

"He is very cute. Looks a lot like you."

"Nah, he totally looks like Star."

"So, what's your designation again?"

"Starfire." The little one said quickly.

"Starfire. Hmm, I see where they came up with that. So, Starfire, what do you think of being here with Autobots?"

"I don't like eht." The Seekerlet said softly. "I want carrier."

"I'm sorry. Well, is there anything I can do for you to make you happy?"

"Beat up Megatron an' take me back to carrier."

"I wish I had that power."

Starfire looked up at his sire, then leaned back against his torso as he sipped his cube. He didn't listen to the conversation the two adults were having. It was about recent events and things he was already quite aware of. He was mostly done with his cube and quite comfortable enjoying the warmth of Skyfire's frame when others were suddenly at their table.

"Wow, they look weirder when in miniature form."

"I think he's kind of cute."

"Congrats, Skyfire! I wish I had known sooner so I could have said something sooner or maybe make you a gift or something for your creation or whatever you would have wanted for him. Wow, he really does look like you, and he does look a lot like Starscream, so I guess the rumors are true about who the carrier is."

"What's his designation?"

"Why is he here?"

Skyfire raised his servos to silence all the questions. "Guys, one at a time."

"Where did he come from?" Someone just blurted out.

Starfire took the question the wrong way. "Sire an' carrier interfaced an' I came from carrier's gestation tank!" He smiled, so happy to be helping his sire answer all the questions.

There was a long, awkward silence, many just dumbly staring at the Seekerlet. Skyfire facepalmed as there were immature snickers.

"I think I like him already." Smokescreen chuckled.

"I apologize for my son's… choice of words. His carrier… isn't the most cut out for teaching a sparkling manners." Skyfire said slowly.

"Starscream, right?" Inferno asked.

"Yes."

"Wow, way to go, Skyfire! Getting some with the top 'Cons!" Sideswipe smirked. "So, have you been labeled as a traitor by Red Alert, then?"

"Him and Prowl…"

"It's sweet in a way… Forbidden love." Bluestreak said slowly. "But, why Starscream? He's… not a nice guy."

"He's nice. He just… Adapted. The old Starscream is still in there. Just needs some coaxing to come out." Skyfire said softly.

"Uh huh. Nice people aren't murderers, rapists, and psychopaths." Sideswipe crossed his arms.

Skyfire gave him a sideways glare. "Says the one who boasts about all the Decepticons he's killed."

"They attacked me first."

"Yeah, well Starscream was attacked first as well. Just… Don't talk about him like that. You don't know him like I do. He's been through a lot."

"Carrier is the best!" Starfire piped up. "Hey, did you know my carrier is the Decepticon Second in Command? He leads an army!" He smiled, so proud about his carrier.

"Yeah, already knew that." Nosecone replied.

"Carrier has awesome breast plates." Starfire snickered.

Autobots roared with laughter as Skyfire felt like sinking into the floor. Undoubtedly, Skywarp had played a role in corrupting his creation.

Starfire smiled, liking how easy it was to make everyone laugh and be happy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all?

"Primus, he's great. Hey, kid, you wanna hang out with us?" Sideswipe winked at him.

"I know what you're trying to do, Sideswipe." Skyfire said as he stroked his son's helm.

"What?"

"You're just trying to get information regarding Starscream and trying to manipulate Starfire to become an Autobot. Well, you don't need to know anything more about my mate, and it is Starfire's decision if he will become an Autobot, Decepticon, or remain neutral."

"I'mma be Decepticon like carrier!" Starfire proclaimed.

"And you may if you so want to. But right now, you are too young."

"Carrier said twenty-five stellar cycles. I get kicked out of the trine and then I choose what I want to do with my life. And I have to get a trine and make him grandcreations."

"Well, I'm not a Seeker, so I say you can go out and do whatever you like at age twenty stellar cycles. And if you don't want a trine you don't have to get one. But, if Starscream heard me say that he would tear me apart."

"Carrier beat you up." Starfire giggled.

"Yes, carrier most certainly can, and has, beat me up. He's very tough and is an incredible warrior."

"I'mma be a warrior like carrier." He smiled.

"He's also a scientist like me."

"I'mma be a scientist too! An' a trineleader! An' an Alpha!"

"I don't think you want to be an Alpha."

"I do."

"I means you have to beat up your carrier."

Starfire paused, thinking it over, then shook his helm. "No, I don't wanna hurt carrier. I won't be an Alpha. I wanna be painted red an' blue like carrier!"

"Did you know your carrier has the same color scheme as his carrier? His carrier was the kindest, but she disappeared when he was about your age."

"Where she go?"

"He doesn't know. She probably was killed. But, I'll let him tell you that story. He's only told me bits and pieces of it."

Starfire was silent for a moment, thinking about that. His carrier has lost his carrier? She was probably killed? What if his carrier was killed and he never saw him again? That couldn't happen. He wanted his carrier to be with him forever!

Starfire looked up at his sire, scrunched his faceplates, and began to cry. "I want carrier!" He sobbed, clinging to his creator.

Skyfire stroked his backplates lovingly. "I know you do, sweetie."


Skyfire sat in the lab working on a drone. Starfire was on his lap, curiously watching his sire put the drone together. The Seekerlet made himself useful by holding tools and laughing whenever his sire messed up in some way.

"Okay, screwdriver."

"Here!" Starfire proudly held up the tool.

Skyfire took it and began to use it on the machine. Starfire stuck the end of a long slot screwdriver in his mouth and contently chewed on it. He was a bit bored, not use to this new routine.

"I'm missing a piece…" Skyfire said slowly after scanning the work desk. "Here." He picked up his son, stood up, and placed the Seekerlet on the chair. "Wait here. I'm going to check the backroom real quick."

"Okie dokie, sire!" Starfire called out as Skyfire started to walk away.

The Seekerlet chewed on the screwdriver for a bit more before setting it aside. He stood up on the chair, then clambered onto the desk. He analyzed the drone and all the pieces. Then, he studied the datapad that had the basic layout of the drone. He bit his lower lip plate, then decided that he wanted to help his sire even more.

He grabbed another screwdriver, a screw, and began to work on the drone. He stuck his glossa out the corner of his mouth, determined to make his sire proud. He had watched Hotlink and the Constructicons put many things together, so, surely this would be nothing. Hotlink had even taught him some things whenever he was sparkling-sat by Hotlink's trine.

He had managed to get many metal parts screwed on when the arm of the drone came off. He picked it up and tried screwing it back on, but it simply wouldn't stay. He looked around and found a bottle of adhesive. He opened it and tipped it, wanting only a little smidge to come out, but instead half the bottle poured out and coated the lifeless robot.

"Uh oh." Starfire said to himself, quickly grabbing a nearby rag and trying to wipe the mess clean. "There." He stated after removing much of the glue. He then set the rag down over some tools and started to return to work on the drone.

Skyfire walked back over after some time in the back. He set down a box of parts on the work table then looked up. "PRIMUS!" His servos shot up and grabbed the top of his helm, his optics widening.

Starfire sat there, tools, rags, and even a datapad now glue to his body. The drone was simply a scrap pile with every piece screwed together, and adhesive covering it all. The Seekerlet smiled.

"I helped you, sire!" He fluttered his wing stubs.

"This…" Skyfire lowered his servos, shocked and frustrated by what he saw. "This isn't helping! Primus, what did you do!?"

"I helped you…" Starfire wings started to lower.

Skyfire vented a sigh, trying to calm down. "Sweetie… This isn't how you help. You…" He rubbed over his faceplates, not looking forward to trying to fix this mess. "Well, this will be fun to clean up."

Starfire swallowed. He looked away, knowing he had messed up. He remained silent as his sire picked up the drone and began to remove the metal pieces one at a time. He could sense the exasperation emanating off the shuttle's being. He had only wanted to help…

Skyfire looked up, his wings lowering. "Starfire…" He said softly. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

Starfire looked up at him, coolant leaking from his static filled optics. He started to softly sob. "I-I only wanted t-to help."

"I know… I'm sorry." He reached over and carefully grabbed his son, starting to pick him up, but stopped. "Your aft is glued to the desk…"

Starfire's lower lip plate trembled, feeling as if he had slagged up more. He covered his faceplates and began to bawl, feeling like a complete failure.

"Starfire… Don't cry. I'm not mad. I'm going to get Ratchet. He's better at dealing with body parts glued to surfaces than I am."

"I-I made you mad!"

"I'm not mad."

"Y-you are…! Y-you're being like Uncle TC… H-he says he's not mad when he really is… I-I made you mad… I-I just wanted to help!"

"You can help me in other ways. I appreciate the thought, I do. Just, we'll figure out other ways you can help me. Okay?"

Starfire wiped at his optics, starting to calm down. Skyfire stroked his backplates.

"I'm calling Ratchet now."

"Okay…" He slowly nodded.


Skyfire lied down on his berth, tired after a long orbital cycle of trying to do his usual activities while also caring for his son. All the talking, the demanding to be refueled, asking where the washroom was, running around the room, energy, energy, boundless energy! He couldn't imagine how Starscream did it, and when Starfire was a newly emerged while also running and army and dealing with Megatron. His mate seriously deserved the carrier of the vorn award.

Starfire climbed onto the berth, grabbed his blanket and stuffed toy, and crawled over to his sire. Skyfire watched his son as he cuddled against him, covered himself with his blanket, then snuggled as close to the shuttle as possible. Skyfire smirked, reaching down and adjusting the blanket over his little creation.

"How are you doing?"

Starfire looked up at him. "I'm okay." He said softly, clearly not.

"You're really adorable. You cuddle like your carrier. He does that same thing with his helm when getting comfortable and how he positions himself."

"Carrier recharges with my uncles. Uncle TC holds him by the waist from behind and Uncle 'Warp holds him from the front. I always lie between carrier and Uncle 'Warp. I feel safe with them."

"Do you feel safe with me?"

Starfire slowly shook his helm. "I barely know you…"

"I understand. In time, we'll get better acquainted." He was silent a moment before exhaling heavily. "We better get some recharge."

"Story first."

Skyfire regarded him for a moment. "Okay… What story would you like to hear. Something from your datapads?"

Starfire slowly shook his helm. "I don't want to hear those… Carrier reads me those."

"Okay, well, what do you want?"

Starfire shrugged, tracing along his sire's Autobot insignia, a habit from Starscream.

Skyfire thought for a moment before speaking. "Want to hear how I met your carrier?"

Starfire looked up at him, then nodded.

"Well, I was a student at the ScienceAcademy. This was way before the war or Decepticons or any of that stuff. The times were different. We weren't at war, but things were tough for many. There was a lot of discrimination, and certain frametypes, like Seekers, were treated worse than garbage."

"Why?"

"Functionists. They made a rule that your frame dictates your function. So, people who transformed into drills, had to live a life working as a drill. Seekers are fighter jets and are built literary for combat, so they had to fight. So, if you wanted to be a lawyer, they wouldn't let you and instead force you to be in the military."

"That's not nice."

"No, it isn't. And they did that to everyone. And they were cruel to outliers like Skywarp. Outliers were abducted and experimented on. It wasn't a nice time. Not that now is, but it was quite bad back then. Anyway, your carrier didn't want to be a warrior. He wanted to be a scientist, but because he was a Seeker they told him he was 'too dumb' for being a scientist and his only purpose in life was to be a killer. So, he was rejected from ever being allowed to go to the ScienceAcademy. Your carrier then got into aerial racing to try and make some Shanix because he didn't have a family. They were all gone."

"Why?"

"He still hasn't told me that. He keeps many secrets regarding his sparklinghood. Anyway, he got into racing and was winning and making Shanix. He was the fastest Seeker ever, and so some scientists wanted to find out how so they could implement his ability into other flyers and ships. He was more or less abducted into the 'program.' Well, I was a student at the ScienceAcademy as he was being tested there. One orbital cycle I was walking down the hallway carrying a bunch of datapads worth of homework. I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into your carrier. I dropped all my datapads and started to pick them up, apologizing to him for that. He was very… fearful. He thought I was going to hit him."

"Why was he fearful of that?"

"Because… Everyone hit him. This was before he got a trine or became Alpha. He was a young, single Seeker who had come from a bad past, had been living homeless on the streets, and everyone hated Seekers. He was constantly bullied, hit, had things thrown at him… I remember one time him coming home covered in waste that someone dumped on him. It was not easy at all for him. So, I was picking up my datapads when I finally looked up at him." He smiled dreamily as he gazed into space. "He was beautiful. The most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. His faceplates were sad, scared, uncertain, but those optics… I could see behind the fear and saw he was strong, he had been through things, and he refused to give up. His paint was chipped, he was tired, but so beautiful. I… I was in love and I wanted to learn more about him." He looked back down at his son. "I started to ask him questions, which he was very nervous about talking to me. And that's when I found out he was squatting."

"Squatting?"

"It's when a homeless person lives in an abandoned building. He was in some small building that was going to fall down at any moment… Well, I convinced him to stay with me and not there, so we went to his place to grab his things. It was disgusting. Retrorats, glitch mice, zap mice, even some groundcrawlers… He lived on the third floor of it in a corner. It was cold, damp, and the only place he could stay without getting attacked in the night.

"I helped him gather his belongings and we returned to my dorm. You should have seen him when he lied down on a berth for the first time in so long. He took a shower, I helped him repaint himself, and he slowly started to come out of his shell. He smiled and just… glowed. It was wonderful to see that sad Seeker finally able to feel some confidence.

"I helped him get into the ScienceAcademy by showing the professors just how smart Starscream was. They decided to give him a chance after forever, and they didn't expect him to do well. Starscream showed them. He passed every one of his classes, even when they tried to make him fail. They would give him tests that were different and harder from everyone else. They would make his deadlines shorter, force him to take more classes than the four that was required to be a fulltime student, and they even tried to get him accused of cheating so he would get kicked out. But, he managed to do everything on his own. I helped him when he would let me, I made sure he recharged, refueled, and I spoke on his behalf every time they tried to kick him out.

"He defied them all. He graduated and continued to study there for vorns alongside of me. He continued to prove his worth and that he was smarter than the rest of them. And, after graduation and several vorns of being together… We started to date."

"Date?"

"Mhmm. It's like… when Seekers court to get trinemates, only it's when you are getting a Conjunx Endura. It's done in most cultures, Cybertronian and organic. Seekers don't really do it. I had to teach Starscream about it. But, you just hang out with each other, get to know one another, and if you work out, are happy together, and love each other, you then propose and join together. So, I started to date him. I would take him to nice places to have dinner, fly with him, dance with him, we did everything.

"Well, one orbital cycle we decided we were going on an exploration to other planets. We made preparations, packed supplies, and headed out. We were trying to learn about other planets, about those who lived on them, what we could find on the planet, stuff like that. Well, we came to this planet, Earth, and we got caught up in a massive snow storm. It was awful. We lost each other and I kept flying trying to find Starscream, but never could. I crashed when a strong gale caught my wing. I must have gone offline because the next thing I remember is being onlined thousands of vorns later and seeing Starscream before me. And he was different. Everything was different about him. The old Starscream stills there it just… Needs help coaxing out of him. And, I think you've really helped with that. He's acting more like himself lately."

Starfire was silent, just thinking about it all. "So… you never joined?'

"No. I was going to propose to him after our expedition but… things changed. I think I will soon. Obviously, we can't join until the war is over, but I still love him. He may punch me now, but he's still my cute little Seeker."

Starfire slowly nodded. "Okay…"

Skyfire kissed his brow. "Get some recharge, sweetie. We can talk more in the morning."

"Okay… Night, sire."

"Recharge well, Starfire."


Starfire sat on his sire's lap in the Rec Room. The shuttle was seated on a couch watching a film with many of the other Autobots, for it was movie night. The Seekerlet was a little nervous being surrounded by all these strangers for something like this never occurred on the Nemesis. Skyfire had his arms wrapped protectively around his creation, hoping it would make him feel safe. It did somewhat, and Starfire had his stuffed turbofox for extra security.

Skyfire listened in to his commlink when Wheeljack suddenly called him, asking him for some assistance in the lab.

"Okay, be right over." He replied back before turning to his son. "I need to go help Wheeljack real quick. You alright staying here and watching the film?"

Starfire looked up, debating the matter. He didn't like being alone with strangers, but then again his sire kind of was one to him. He looked over and saw Skids sitting on the other couch. Skids had been very nice to him, so he assumed it would be safe as long as he was around. He then nodded to his sire.

"Okay, just have one of them call me if you need me." He then kissed his son's brow, picked him up, stood up, and placed the Seekerlet back on the couch.

Starfire hugged his turbofox as he watched his sire walk away. He then turned back to the movie, trying to concentrate on it, but noticing that there were whispers between the surrounding mechs. He swallowed, trying to ignore them, but was pretty sure they were about him.

He started to get scared not having someone right there to protect him, so he slid off the couch and walked over to the other. Without asking or pause, he climb onto Skids' lap and sat down. Skids raised an optical ridge, watching him.

"Um… hi?" He said uncertainly.

Starfire looked up at him, gave him the most adorable of smiles, then cuddled into his chest plates. He got comfortable, then resumed watching the film, feeling a little safer now.

Skids turned to Mirage who was next to him and shrugged. Others were looking over, some snickering about a Seekerlet just randomly sitting on Skids' lap.

It was a bit later when Starfire looked up, smiled at Skids, then giggled. Skids faintly smirked back, still not sure about this. Starfire managed a weak flutter of his wing stubs, then snuggled back against Skids. The little one just rested for a bit before looking over and noticing Sideswipe holding a bowl of energon goodies that he, Sunstreaker, and Bluestreak were all snacking from. He perked his little wings, then held out his servo.

"Mmm, I want some." He stated, not having been taught proper manners since Starscream had given him everything freely.

Sideswipe looked over. "Want some? What's the magic word?"

Starfire gave him a quizzical look. "Words have magic?"

There were some chuckles, which caused the Seekerlet to swallow, feeling a little nervous.

"They do if they get you something. Say 'please.'"

"Please?"

"Please what?"

"Um, please gimme goodies?"

Sideswipe shrugged and reached the bowl over Sunstreaker and Mirage to let the youngling grab some. Starfire grabbed a servoful, then settled back on Skids' lap. He smiled at Skids before beginning to eat the treats. He finally finished then, and looked over wanting more. He flicked his little wings, then proceeded to crawl over Mirage and then Sunstreaker, completely oblivious to the danger he was putting himself in by touching the yellow Lamborghini. Sunstreaker looked down in surprise, but managed to not shove the little one off him. Starfire sat on Sideswipe's lap, set the bowl of energon goodies on his own lap, and proceeded to continue eating while watching the film.

Sideswipe exchanged a confused glance with his brother, but shrugged. The Seekerlet wasn't hurting anyone, so why bother getting angry at him. Starfire looked up at the red twin, giggled, then resumed his movie watching.

It was going well, so well, until the Seekerlet felt comfortable enough to start asking questions. And, sadly for him, he didn't know that there were some things that shouldn't be said in front of certain individuals.

Starfire looked up at Sunstreaker, studying his faceplates. He cocked his helm much like how Soundwave did, then spoke. "Why you look upset?"

Sunstreaker looked down at him, not changing his expression.

"He always does. Probably because I'm his brother." Sideswipe winked.

"Hey, don't be sad. You look kinda like Sunstorm! Sunstorm is always happy, and he has the biggest smile. But, you can't hug him because he's radioactive. His trinemates had to get special thingies put in them so they could hug him and not get sick. Hey, do you want a hug?"

"No." Sunstreaker grunted.

Starfire crossed his arms. "You sound like Megatron. He's a poopyhelm."

Sunstreaker just glared at him. Starfire glared back. Sideswipe ate more energon goodies.

"At least I'm not a whoring coward like your carrier." Was the curt reply.

"Oh, ho ho!" Sideswipe exclaimed.

Starfire's wings flared. "MY CARRIER IS NOT A WHORING COWARD!"

"Yeah, he kind of is. He's a Seeker, an idiot, a creep, and a coward."

There was one thing that Starfire couldn't stand and that was people insulting or hurting his carrier. His carrier suffered enough all because people were such bullies. Well, not anymore. Starfire would take care of all the bullies.

The problem for Sunstreaker was that Starfire had learned how to fight from his carrier. Well, he hadn't been taught properly, but he had witnessed Starscream fighting Hook in medbay on more than one occasion. And it was very effective of what the Air Commander did to keep the medic at bay. And it was these moves that the Seekerlet used on his unsuspecting prey.

He suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Sunstreaker's servo, and bit down as hard as he possibly could.

Helms all turned to the startled, and pained, cry of the usually quiet twin as he leaped to his peds and tried to get the small being off him. It was surprisingly hard. He grabbed at a wing, flaring his arm, and almost falling over until the vile thing was finally pulled off his servo and thrown violently to the ground.

Sunstreaker wanted energon. His optics glowing with death, he raised his ped to stomp on the Seekerlet when multiple servos grasped him and held him back, Sideswipe being one of them. The room was an uproar, everyone shouting and trying to control the furious Lamborghini.

Starfire sat on the floor crying, his wing badly bent and helm hurting from being slammed on the floor. Bluestreak was beside him, checking him over almost immediately.

"Are you alright? Where are you hurt?" He blurted out.

"M-my helm!" Starfire bawled, clutching his hurting helm.

"Let's get him to medbay." Hound said.


Skyfire stormed into medbay, shoved the onlookers away, and stomped straight over to where his crying son was being looked over by Ratchet. The Seekerlet saw his sire and immediately reached up for him, wanting to get picked up.

"Sire!" He bawled, his wings so low.

Skyfire picked him up, letting the little one wrap his arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder. The shuttle turned to Ratchet.

"What happened?" He demanded.

"Ask them." The CMO jabbed a thumb at the Lamborghini twins.

Skyfire glared at them. Everyone in the room was uncomfortable with this angry Skyfire. Usually he was so quiet, awkward, and nice. Not… scary. But, when it came to protecting his lover and creation, Skyfire certainly didn't hold back.

"What did you two idiots do this time?"

"Hey, I held him back!" Sideswipe gestured to his brother. "I was just giving the munchkin energon goodies when he attacked Sunny."

"Sunstreaker insulted Starscream and that set off the sparkling." Mirage explained.

"What did you say?" Skyfire glared at the yellow sociopath.

Sunstreaker only glared back, his arms crossed.

"I'll deal with him." Ratchet assured. That comment made the yellow one's optics widen some.

Skyfire looked down at the doctor. "Are you done with Starfire?"

"Yes, he's good. Slight helm injury and a bent wing was all. He'll be sore free in the morning."

"Thank you, Ratchet." Skyfire then turned and walked out of medbay, stroking his creation's backplates. "Sweetie… What happened?" He asked softly.

"The yellow guy called carrier a 'whoring coward,' so I bit him." Starfire answered quietly.

Skyfire vented a sigh. "Next time he does that, you call me and I'll deal with him. Okay?"

"Okay, sire…" The little one hugged his creator tighter. "I'm sorry…"

"For what?"

"For making you mad…"

"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Sunstreaker. I know you just wanted to defend your carrier. Everyone is mean to him. You just need to be more careful."

Starfire remained silent, wishing he was with his carrier and no one was mean to anyone. Why was there so much hate in the world, anyway?


The Elite Trine flew over the vast ocean flying in perfect formation. Starscream circled around, his trinemates staying with him as they waited for the lift tower to appear and open for them. They transformed, landed, and entered the elevator. The towered lowered as the elevator did, returning back to the sunken ship far below.

Starscream stepped out of the elevator with his trinemates, pausing just long enough to see those in the Control Room. Megatron looked up from where he stood by Soundwave. Everyone was watching the Elite Trine, having not seen them for the past three orbital cycles.

Starscream turned and walked away, his trinemates following him. They exited the Control Room, traversed the corridors of the ship, and arrived at their hab suite. Starscream unlocked the door, entered with them, then locked it behind them. He stopped, not having been here since when they left to take Starfire to his sire.

The Air Commander slowly walked deeper into the room, it feeling so empty and devoid of life now since Starfire wasn't there running around, or his toys scattered around in a mess. It was quiet, desolate, and sickly clean.

Starscream swallowed, then sat down at his desk, his wings so low. After they had dropped Starfire off with Skyfire, they had spent the next three orbital cycles flying around and hiding on the surface of the planet. Starscream didn't want anyone to suspect that Starfire was still on Earth, so they wanted it to seem as if they had been gone for so long due to traveling far away. He also just needed time away from Megatron and everyone else to cry, let out his frustrations, then gather himself back up.

And he had cried a lot. Immediately after leaving Starfire, the Elite Trine had flown to a large cave they knew about and just stayed there for several joors crying, holding onto each other, and hoping they had made the right decision. Starscream had barely said a single word to his trinemates, and they to each other. The Elite Trine was quiet, sparkbroken, and needing each other now more than ever.

Thundercracker approached Starscream and kissed him on the cheekplates. "Is there anything we can do for you?" He asked barely louder than a whisper.

Starscream looked away, chewing on the tips of his digits, an old habit of his when things were very hard for him. He slowly shook his helm as coolant pooled in his optics. Thundercracker kissed him again.

"We love you, Starscream. Starfire is safe with his sire. I know he is."

"It's the other Autobots that concern me." Starscream said quietly.

"He's a sparkling. No one would hurt him."

"He's already been hurt here far too many times."

"We'll see him again. Stay strong, Star."

Starscream remained silent, remembering when he had onlined and had found his own carrier gone so long ago. He still had no idea what had happened to her. He offlined his optics when Thundercracker pressed a lingering kiss to his cheekplates.

"I'm going to get us something to help."

Starscream slowly nodded as his blue trinemate walked away.


It was several joors after the Elite Trine had returned to the Nemesis that Megatron forced the door open, ready to demand where his Second had been for the last three orbital cycles. The scene he came upon was less than professional.

Starscream sat on the middle couch holding a bottle of engex and throwing a datapad at Skywarp. The black Seeker was stumbling around, trying to find something, and as for Thundercracker, he was passed out on the floor surrounded by empty engex bottles and shot glasses.

"Starscream?" Megatron grunted as he stomped over.

"Wut up?" Starscream drunkenly greeted before taking another swig of his engex.

"Ah gahtz vory fast opticsh!" Skywarp proclaimed before laughing.

Thundercracker didn't move.

"Why are you getting wasted?" Megatron demanded.

"Becush…" Starscream started, waving an unsteady digit at his superior. "You… gotta flow… with eht… An' stahp… Thinkin'…" He then giggled.

Megatron rolled his optics. "Starscream…" He growled.

"Stahp eatin' turbofoxes!" Starscream suddenly shouted before slouching on the couch. "Ya gotsh… No reshpectsh…"

"Ah reprehshentsh!" Skywarp piped up merrily.

"Shee, Megsh? He reprehshentsh… Unlike you…" The Air Commander narrowed his optics before drinking from the bottle. "Dere'sh a fine line… behtween bein' gud… an' bein' an aft. You da aft. Cuz you no… reshpectsh uhthersh…."

Megatron looked around the room, then back at the overenergized Alpha. "Where's your son?"

"Dush eht madder? No…."

"Nuhding maddersh…. "Skywarp giggled, his wings fluttering.

"SHTAHP LOOKIN' AT MEH!" Starscream suddenly bellowed. "Ah'm too fabuloush…"

"Shexy…" Skywarp stumbled over to his trineleader, tripping into his lap and slowly licking his faceplates. "Ah wanna frag ya all neht lon'…"

"Oh?"

"Yeeyash… Turn ober sho ah cahn hit dat aft."

Starscream giggled. "Hit eht hard?"

"Ah wanna maek ya SCREHM!"

Megatron vented a frustrated sigh as he rubbed over his faceplates. Well, he certainly wouldn't get answers from his Seeker tonight. He turned and stomped out of the room just as the two Seekers started to get kinky.


Starscream was in his quarters working at his desk the next orbital cycle. His helm still hurting some from the hangover, but after purging his tank all over Thundercracker, he felt a little better. Thundercracker was in his berthroom napping, trying to recharge off the last of the hangover, while Skywarp had gone out to possibly pull a prank, needing a distraction.

The Air Commander looked up when the door hissed open and his superior entered. Normally, the Seeker would have greeted the tyrant with a sneer and witty comment, but there was nothing of the sort from him. He remained silent, returning to his work.

"And how are you?" Megatron asked almost casually as he approached.

"Functioning." Starscream answered softly, still not looking up.

The warlord stopped beside his Second, grabbed his mandible, and forced him to look up. Starscream swallowed, hesitantly making optic contact with the grounder.

"And where were you the past few orbital cycles?" The gunformer inquired.

"Out."

"Where?"

"Just about."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I needed space, my lord. I'm a Seeker. Our element and home is the sky. I just needed some time in it."

Megatron regarded him for a moment before speaking. "Where's your son?"

Starscream didn't answer.

"You took him somewhere, didn't you?"

Starscream's faceplates remained an enigma. He knew how to play this game.

"Where?"

Still no change in facial expression.

Megatron studied those dark faceplates, searching for something, but he could only find submission and sadness. This wasn't his Starscream. His Starscream was feisty, venom in his vocalizer, and always fighting back, whether with words or physical blows. Whoever this Seeker was… It seemed broken.

He released the flyer's jaw, knowing that pushing the matter wouldn't yield any results, not this orbital cycle at least. If he was going to get the Seeker to speak, he would have to play it by his game. "I want your reports on my desk tonight, Starscream."

"They shall be, my lord."

Megatron just looked at him for a moment more before turning and walking out of the hab suite. Starscream watched him go, then vented a sigh as he rubbed over his faceplates. He needed his son. He felt so empty inside. Why did the world have to target him so much?


Five Orbital Cycles Later:

Starscream led his Seekers into the skirmish, spinning around to avoid the returning gunfire of the Autobots down below. The battle had started when the Stunticons had foolishly engaged the Autobots over road rage. Drag Strip thought it had just been another car, but it ended up being an Autobot. They had started fighting, then the Autobots had called for backup, and then the Stunticons had called for assistance as well. Then, before anyone knew it, Superion and Menasor were tearing up the nearby city, and everyone was in a mass panic in regards to the native population.

Starscream dove down, transformed, and landed beside his superior. Megatron had come after the fighting had gone on for five joors, hoping to bring it to a quicker end and get his moronic troops back to base. But, alas, even his presence didn't help. And Optimus Prime had clearly thought he could expedite the completion of the fight himself, but it only ended up making his own soldiers want more Decepticon energon.

It was a complete mess.

"This is lovely." Starscream sarcastically grunted as he stood beside the ex-gladiator.

Megatron regarded his Seeker for a moment. "You're not helping."

"I could make it end faster, my lord."

"Uh huh."

"Bet you ten Shanix."

"That's nothing."

"Well, I know you don't have a lot, so, when you lose it'll be easier on you."

Megatron just glared at him. At least his wild Seeker was acting semi normal again. "Twenty."

Starscream smirked, loving it when Megatron was in such a mood. "You're on."

"Prepare to receive." He said before transforming.

Starscream caught him, smirking as he held his superior, tapping the long barrel with a single digit. "I'll be receiving that twenty Shanix before too long." He then activated his thruster heels and flew to the midst of the battle. He gracefully landed, aimed Megatron, and fired, striking an Autobot. The Air Commander then turned and fired again, activated his thrusters and got away before landing somewhere else and repeating the process.

He flew up, firing as he flew, landing nearby Autobots or randomly about, skillfully shooting. Yes, he most certainly was good and would get those Shanix.

He smirked, landing somewhere else, shooting Iron Hide in the leg, then turning and aiming his weapon at the person behind him. He stopped, his optics widening.

Skyfire stood there working on carrying away a wounded Skydive. He swallowed, not daring to move as he eyed Megatron.

"Starscream…" Megatron growled, feeling the Seeker's grip trembling, lowering him to point downward.

Starscream swallowed, his wings drooping. He couldn't shoot Skyfire. He had with his nullrays in the limbs, but with Megatron? He was far too powerful. A shot from him could do so much damage to his beloved, if not kill him.

Skyfire started to back away when Megatron fired himself, hitting the shuttle in the knee and obliterating his leg. Skyfire cried out as he collapsed, dropping Skydive.

Starscream's optics widened with horror, wanting to run over and help his mate, but he couldn't. He activated his thrusters and quickly flew away, fumbling Megatron in his servos and almost dropping him. Megatron noticed it.

Starscream landed, releasing Megatron as he started to transform. The Seeker kept his wings low, knowing he was in trouble. Megatron turned to him, clearly not happy as he glared.

Soundwave approached. "Autobots: Retreating." He reported.

Megatron didn't even look at him, giving his Seeker the most angry, deadly scowl he could. Starscream swallowed.


Megatron dragged Starscream along by a wing down the corridors of the Nemesis. The Air Commander whimpered, holding Megatron's arm as he tried to keep up. The tyrant palmed open the door to the torture chamber and practically threw Starscream inside. The tri-colored Seeker stumbled, managing to stay standing as he quickly backed away from Megatron. The warlord shut and locked the door, leaving them all alone.

"What. Was. That?" He growled slowly, dangerously.

Starscream looked away, keeping his wings lowered, servos wringing. Megatron stomped over, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Do you have nothing to say, Starscream?"

The Seeker didn't move, didn't speak, didn't change his expression. He flinched some when Megatron suddenly unsubspaced the multi-tailed energon whip. He swallowed, knowing it wasn't going to be a quick flogging this time, nor would it be just a flogging.

"Get on all fours."

Starscream didn't look at him, didn't do anything but slowly turn around, then got down on all fours on the cold floor. Humiliation and punishment. He was certainly in a slagheap of trouble then. Leaning over something or lying on a berth usually meant he had done bad, but it wasn't the absolute worse bad. But when he was chained down or had to take on some difficult position and hold it throughout the flogging, it meant he had really slagged up.

"Servos and peds." Megatron instructed as he powered on the whip.

Starscream did so, his servos and tips of his peds touching the floor only, almost like one would when in the midst of a push-up. It wasn't the first time he had been made to take this position, so he already knew to keep his aft a little high, making it and his backside easier to reach.

He clenched his jaws when the first lash struck between his wings, the multiple tails tearing into his back plates. He offlined his optics, feeling more and more angry blows lashing over his back, wings, aft, and thighs, all the while having to keep position. It was always worse if he got out of position. His arm hydraulics soon began to tire, but he couldn't move. Moving would bring so much hell.

He wasn't given a break to rest his arm or leg joints, just having to stay like that for the joor he was whipped. He whimpered, yelped, and hissed, trying to not think about the pain from the whip or his aching limbs. At least when he was tied he could relax and not get out of position.

Starscream was on the verge of collapsing when the joor was finally up and Megatron signaled it by kicking the Seeker in the side, knocking him over. Starscream yelped, landing on his wing wrong and hurting it. He didn't dare move as Megatron stood over him. He looked away as the tyrant crouched down, then grabbed his mandible. Starscream hesitantly looked up into those uncaring, red optics, not sure what would happen next.

Megatron studied his Seeker, his other servo still holding the whip. He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity for the Air Commander. "He's the sire, isn't he?"

Starscream just looked at him, his faceplates an enigma. "I-I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, my lord. Y-you sired my-"

"I did not." Megatron snapped. "My nanite wires are never plugged in and I check them regularly. And I know you are careful with your trinemates." He paused, adjusting his grip on the Seeker's jaw line. "You have feelings for that shuttle. You told me yourself that you two were once close. Clearly, you still are. You left your son with him, didn't you? That's where he is. With the Autobots. Am I right, Starscream?"

Starscream swallowed, not speaking.

"You have been interfacing with the enemy. What else? Telling him secrets?"

"I would never betray the Decepticons."

"You have before."

"Never, my lord."

Megatron tightened his grip on Starscream's mandible, causing the Seeker to pull back some. "You refused to fire on an Autobot just earlier. You go behind my back, you lie to be, you try to subvert me… And yet you claim to not be a traitor? If not for my good graces, Tarn would have had at you long ago."

Starscream swallowed, getting scared now.

"You interfaced with that shuttle, you procreated with him, and you returned your spawn to him for protection, I gather. Is it really worth it to suffer like this all for that Autobot? Is he actually worth you possibly dying over?"

Starscream didn't speak. His answer was yes, but to say it would cause him to only suffer more.

Megatron must have read his processor. He narrow his optics, released the Seeker, and stood up. Starscream pitifully looked up, knowing he was going to get even more pain.

Megatron grasped a wing, dragged the Seeker to a wall, and lifted him up. Starscream didn't fight as his wrists were chained to the wall behind him. He flinched at how tight the chains were made, securing him firmly for the rest of the punishment. He looked up at his superior who took a couple of steps back.

He offlined his optics as the lashes rained down on his chest, abdominal plates, thighs, and faceplates.


A Couple of Orbital Cycles Later:

Skyfire smiled as he waited in the tryst with Starfire. Starscream had sent him a message earlier informing that he would be there at a specific time. Skyfire, as usual, was right on time, his son bouncing up and down in anticipation to see his carrier.

The two looked up at the screaming of jet engines, seeing the Elite Trine quickly approaching. Starfire squealed, reaching up, ready to be hugged. The adult Seekers transformed and landed, running the last of the distance.

"Carrier!" Starfire shouted just before he was scooped up in Starscream's arms and hugged tightly.

"Oh, my precious Starfire." Starscream kissed him on the cheekplates. "Oh, my sparkling, my perfect son." He kissed him again, relieved to be holding him once more.

Starfire fluttered his wings, hugging his carrier tightly. Thundercracker and Skywarp were right there, their wings perked and eager to hug Starfire themselves.

Starfire pulled away from his carrier, smiling broadly, wanting to see his faceplates, but then he stopped, his smile vanishing. "Carrier?" He tentatively reached over, tracing the whip marks over Starscream's faceplates. "What happened?"

"Nothing, sweetie." Starscream said softly, giving his son another kiss. "Carrier just fell down… When flying. Nothing bad."

"He hurt you…" Starfire swallowed, not buying Starscream's lies at all. "Why?" He cupped his carrier's faceplates, wings low and static in his optics.

"Your uncles want to say hi to you." Starscream avoided the question, quickly handing him over to Skywarp.

Skywarp took him, kissing him on the cheekplates and hugging him. "Oh, Starry, I missed you!" He exclaimed.

"I miss you too, Uncle 'Warp!" He hugged him back. "I wanna go home with you guys…" He said softly.

Starscream stepped away from his trinemates as they showered his son with love and started to give him presents. He approached his mate, keeping his wings low and looking down. Skyfire crouched, his new leg a little stiff from the joints not having been used as much. He gently lifted Starscream's chin up and examined him. He bit his lower lip plate, seeing the whip marks over the Air Commander's face, front and backsides. Very little of the Seeker's frame was left untouched by whip marks, acid burns, dented from being kicked, punched, and chained. He looked awful.

"What happened?" Skyfire asked barely louder than a whisper, his vocalizer on the verge of being brittle, so saddened by his mate's abuse.

"Nothing." Starscream whispered back, not looking at him. "How has he been?"

"He's been doing well. He helps me with everything, he is refueling just fine, he has had a couple of nightmares, but other than that he recharges well. He's even starting to make some friends. He loves Wheeljack. They are always talking and doing things together. Skids, Bluestreak, and Groove are always trying to steal him from me. He's becoming quite popular on base."

Starscream slowly nodded, static filling his optics. "Th-that's good."

Skyfire bit his lip plate. "How are you doing?"

Starscream started to shake his helm, and that's when the coolant began to leak out. Skyfire carefully hugged him, holding him close. Starscream hugged him back, crying into his mate's shoulder.

"Shhh, shhh… We'll get through this. I promise we will." Skyfire said softly.

"I-I just wish things were different. W-why do you have to be an Autobot? Please, just… Why?" Starscream began to cry harder, clinging to his mate tightly.

Skyfire swallowed. "Starscream… You know why…" He vented a sigh. "Maybe we should just run away… Just leave this war behind…"

"I-I can't. I have to take care of my Seekers. Wherever I go they would need to go. A-and if I leave, the DJD would come after me. They would slaughter my people, you, and Starfire before getting to me. I-I can't risk it. I have to stay."

"And get beaten by that monster?" Skyfire said sternly, his optics narrowing.

"Punished. I'm p-punished."

"Starscream, he tortures you for mere pleasure. He doesn't care for you. Do you even hear yourself?"

"Please… Not now." Starscream swallowed, looking down.

Skyfire looked away, rubbing his faceplates as he calmed himself. "Star… There has to be a way to get you away from him. You and all the Seekers, without the DJD finding you."

"I'm one of the most hated criminals in the galaxy, Sky. There's no where safe for me to go. Just… don't… L-let me handle this. Please. I know what I'm doing."

"I question that a lot these orbital cycles."

"I know Megatron like no one else does. I can handle him."

"Like slag you can. Look at you! Look what he has done to you and what he keeps doing. Next thing he'll do is rape you and make you believe that it was because you were being 'punished.'"

Starscream swallowed, that blow hurting. He didn't want Skyfire to know he interfaced on occasion with Megatron, much less that he was dominated from time to time by the warlord.

Skyfire vented a sigh. "I didn't mean to upset you, Star. I'm just… I'm scared. I don't know if one orbital I'll online and find out he murdered you all because he went to far. He does go to far, but if he really loses control of himself."

"He won't."

"Uh huh."

"Please… Let's change the topic. We don't have much more time together."

Skyfire lifted Starscream's chin and kissed him on the lip plates. "I love you, Starscream. I love you more than anything. Please… be careful."

Starscream slowly nodded. "I am, Skyfire. I have to be."

"If he kills you… I can't say I'll remain your 'gentle giant.'"

"He won't."

Skyfire kissed his mate again, savoring this brief time with the one he loved and his small family all together, not realizing that he had been followed.


Starfire is seriously so cute. Who could ever hurt such a sweetie? He just wants to help, for everyone to be nice, and to protect his carrier. :/

The first time Starscream and Skyfire meet I actually wrote out. The final chapter of Spurius it is the first scene in that. The chapter prior to that one shows the scene when Starscream onlines to find his carrier gone.

Starscream chewing on the tips of his digits is something he does in the IDW comics.

Starscream telling people not to eat turbofoxes is something he said when drunk in Filia. He also ALWAYS purged his tanks when hungover, and usually on a trinemate or whoever is nearby. And Thundercracker is a lightweight. Totally. ;)

Zap mice, glitch mice, retrorats, and groundcrawlers are actual Cybertronian native species.

Sunstreaker is TOTALLY a poopyhead like Megatron. :P

Don't you just love it when Skyfire is no longer a "gentle giant?" Love it when he gets protective/scary! XD