Thank you, merci beaucoup to all my reviewers! Thanks for letting me know of your opinions! Fear not, there will be NO OC. Some people were wondering if it was really me that came up with that idea, and you guys guessed right. My friends have been bugging me non-stop about adding an OC, so I finally asked just to keep my sanity, so it wasn't really me. But boy am I glad I asked first. And yes, I realize that the 'tough on the outside, secretly soft on the inside' act has been done so many times, (and might I add, done very poorly) but I figured it'd give me somewhat of a challenge if you guys wanted the OC… apparently not. Don't' worry, I'm actually glad I'm not. Thank you to the people who said they'd still read my story, even if I ruined it by adding an OC. Now, to the story…
"comlink"
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers… 'cuz if I did, I'd be rich. And lets face it, I'm not rich…
As Starscream's sensors came back online, he lay disoriented in large smoldering crater, fire licking at his heels from the recent crash. He groaned. 'Where am I? What happened?' Looking around, the damaged seeker realized he was in some sort of a forest. While checking his wounds, Starscream's spark seemed to freeze when he saw his left wing, there was no way in Cybertron he would be able to fly back to the Autobot base. That left him extremely vulnerable, for the Autobots still hadn't turned his weapon systems back online. If even one Decepticon came snooping around and happened to find him, he'd be in far more trouble than he could handle in his current state.
Starscream winced, he forced himself on his hands and knees then pushed his impaired body to a standing position. His navigational system severely damaged, and his comlink scorched. "Slag, I don't know where I am, and I have no way whatsoever to communicate. Just perfect." He said aloud.
The air commander watched a giant rock formation eclipse the setting sun, brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds exquisitely blending together. The colors of the sunset seemed to be a signal of approval for the moon to unveil itself, bringing with it the dark of night and the shining celestial dots millions of kilometers away. 'This is gonna be a long night.' Starscream again glanced at his ruptured wing.
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"Has anyone seen Starscream?" Thundercracker's worry turned to fear of what happened to his leader.
"Sorry, bro." Skywarp answered first. "I don't know what's got you so wound up. He's probably fine, just not here right now, obviously."
"I haven't seen him either." Silverbolt informed. "Do you think we should start looking for him?"
"You shouldn't waste your time. We can look for him." Thundercracker indicated himself and Skywarp.
"No really, it's alright, and you'll cover more ground if you let us help."
Skywarp shrugged. "He has a point TC."
"Alright."
Silverbolt smiled, and then radioed the other Aerialbots. "Hey you guys, we're gonna start a search party. Meet Skywarp, Thundercracker, and I by the front entrance, will ya? And make it quick."
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"Report Blitzwing, I trust your mission was a success." Megatron waited impatiently for the triple-changer to reply.
"You bet it was boss-bot."
"So you saw Starscream's spark extinguish with your own optics, then?"
"Well, er, not exactly. I sorta shot him outta the sky, then turned around and headed back to base, Lord Megatron."
"You fool, Starscream could've easily survived that!" Megatron shouted irritably.
Blitzwing flinched.
"Want something done right, you've got to do it yourself." The Decepticon commander mumbled. "Let's go."
Frowning in uncertainty, Blitzwing asked, "Go? Go where?"
Megatron curled his fists. "To hunt down that miserable traitor until his spark ceases to exist! That is our top priority! Alert the other Decepticons that we're leaving."
"Y-Yes sir."
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Starscream had fallen into a peaceful recharge, despite the dire situation he was in. The air commander was delightfully ignorant to everything around him. Unfortunately, the serenity didn't last long.
A figure lurking amongst the shadows observed the seeker, for the moment anyway. Then its voice was heard speaking into a comlink. "Lord Megatron, Starscream's location: found. Status: damaged."
"Very good, Soundwave. We will meet you there with an ETA of five kliks." Came the reply.
"As you command." The indigo Decepticon communications officer crept forward slightly, so as not to disturb his 'prey' as of yet. Soundwave's blood-red visor cut vigorously through the obscure darkness, whirring systems barely audible in the quiet, eerie night. He aimed his shoulder cannon…
The seeker didn't recognize what it was until it already happened, and he leaped out of the way of an oncoming blast almost unconsciously. "You!"
"Objective: Destroy traitor." Soundwave's monotonous voice echoed in the brisk air.
"You too would betray Mighty Megatron if he did to you what he did to me!" Starscream snarled.
"Negative. Disloyalty towards Lord Megatron: illogical."
The air commander scoffed.
"Prepare for your destruction." Soundwave lunged forward.
Starscream cringed as the communications officer clawed at his battered wing, he took a hold on the dark blue bot and strained himself to throw the attacker off his back. Staggering faintly, the seeker tried to maintain his balance as Soundwave's bulk rammed into the smaller frame. He cried out as the telepath literally ripped his aching wing, providentially for the air commander a shot rang out behind the battling duo before the other could tear the wing any further.
Soundwave said, "The Autobot's inferiority will be their solemn demise."
"Sure, but ya know, it kinda looks like you're outnumbered." Air Raid shouted triumphantly from the sky.
"That's where you're wrong." The Decepticon commander himself exposed his threatening form from the surrounding trees, his optics fixated on the seven figures hovering above them, Autobot and Decepticon traitors together. Behind Megatron several other Decepticons showed themselves, each with their own personal weapon at hand and ready for battle.
"Slag." Slingshot muttered.
Starscream backed away as the battle unfolded; stray shots nearly charring his injured armor. The two factions clashed in an ugly brawl, puddles of the glowing, life-giving energon forming randomly on the ground.
Camouflaging himself in the thick woods, the seeker watched the fray hopelessly. He wished he could join the battle, for he has been long overdue for a good fight.
"Keep 'em away from Starscream, he's injured and unable to fight back." Silverbolt ordered.
"Oh, we'll do that and a whole lot more…" Skywarp let his fury spill with every maximum energy blast he shot.
Thundercracker smiled. "They aren't getting away this time."
(A/N) Sorry for the mishap earlier in the week… heh. It won't happen again, I promise. And for those of you who don't know what I mean by that, it's unimportant. Thanks for taking the time to read!
