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Starscream didn't know why he felt so out of it, but the entire morning he'd been fighting off this fatigued, almost nauseous feeling, that kept creeping up. He hoped he wasn't getting one of those human illnesses; they always seemed so...mucous-y. Either way, getting sick was not something he wanted to do at the moment.
The feeling seemed to come to a head after Starscream finished showering and had begun getting ready. He swallowed it though, determined not to let it slow him. As soon as Powerglide went to take his own shower, however, the Seeker felt a nauseating flash of heat flow through him and found himself on the floor, shaking and drenched in his own sweat. It was hot. Much too hot. And he couldn't move. Worse yet, he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. Starscream tried to call out to his partner, but a harsh whisper was the only sound he could manage before his eyelids were forced shut and everything went black.
When the Seeker came to, he found that he wasn't in their quarters anymore. He really wasn't anywhere anymore. Wherever he was, or rather, wasn't, seemed to be void of any real sense of meaning. He also felt as though he was seated on something, yet nothing. Whatever this place was apparently liked to laugh in the face of physics, and for someone who had intended to devote much of his life to science, Starscream found himself much more intrigued than concerned as he stood to look around. He wanted to study this place. The concept of sound, of time, of reason, even of life, seemed meaningless here. It made no logical sense. Then again, the Seeker figured, turning and locking eyes with Unicron, recently he'd made the discovery that nothing necessarily HAD to make sense anymore.
"So..." Starscream began, crossing his arms and continuing to glance around at the vast nothingness, "This is your void?"
"This is that, yes," the Dark God replied, eyeing the other.
"And this is where all the bad sparks go when they've been naughty?"
Unicron sighed. "No. You are thinking of the Pit. The Void is the eternal nothingness where all things must one day end, though your use of innuendo is not entirely lost on me. Rarely do sparks end here, but in extreme circumstances, it does happen." He paused a moment to observe the Seeker. "What are you thinking?"
Starscream tapped his chin a few times. "I'm thinking your extreme use of minimalism may turn me into a Nihilist. Slipstream would have a stroke if she saw how bland this place is."
Unicron snorted. "Sarcasm is the defensive tool you use to hide your true feelings. I know you, Starscream."
"Then you should already know what I'm thinking."
"I want you to verbalize it, Seeker."
The former Decepticon sighed. "I'm wondering why you dragged me here to talk. You've had no issue coming to us before."
The Dark God seemed to materialise right in front of the other, his likeness resizing to appear only a foot or so taller than the Seeker despite Starscream's current human form. Nonetheless, Unicron was an intimidating sight. He leaned close to the other, peering directly into his disciple's eyes. "We can't have interruptions and here, time has no meaning."
Starscream almost glared back at the other. Yes, it was extremely unnerving to have what was essentially Cybertron's version of Satan staring you down, but the Seeker wasn't going to allow Unicron to sense any fear on him. "What. Do. You. Want?" he ground out, growing steadily more irritated.
His irritation served only to amuse the Dark God, who's clawed fingers dug into his shoulders, and forced him to sit again. "You two seem to have this crazy idea that you're just going to escape that base today, don't you?"
The Seeker raised an eyebrow, hardly wincing at the claws. "And?"
"I did not bring you both back simply to have you run off into the sunset. I have a job that must be completed. You will do this for me."
Starscream sighed. Of course. "What job?"
A sharp metal claw pressed under the former Decepticon's chin, forcing him to stare up at the Chaos Bringer. "You will Destroy the Matrix of Leadership and kill Optimus Prime."
Starscream's eyes widened. "WHAT?! No! I can't!"
Unicron laughed. "Of course you can! You had no problem murdering his brother."
"That was- Optimus is NOT Megatron! He would never treat me the way Megatron did!"
"Yes he would. Of course he would. Once that bondmate of his, Elita One, goes back home to Cybertron, who will he turn to on those lonely cold nights? Ah yes, the biggest whore on the base." Unicron grinned, digging deep into the Seeker's anxiety and using his fear against him. "His brother had no problem using you, so why wouldn't Optimus? It would start off nicely though, wouldn't it? Optimus was ALWAYS the caring type, but that might get boring and he'd eventually figure out, Starscream, that your best performances truly are when you're bound, helpless, and begging for your life." The sharp claws threaded through Starscream's hair while Unicron spun this tale to him. He leaned in close to the petrified Seeker. "Kill him before he gets the chance," the Dark God whispered in the other's ear.
"SHUT UP!" the Seeker yelled. "You are disgusting! I'm not doing it!"
Unicron snorted. "A shame. I had hoped you wouldn't make that mistake. Though I suppose it was unavoidable." His fingers gripped the hair tightly and pulled while the other hand wrapped around the Seeker's neck. "On the other hand though, I guess some jobs are best left to the experts. Unfortunate that you won't get to say goodbye to that addict of yours." He smirked at the Seeker, who was clawing and kicking out, though any footing he'd once had seemed to be replaced by air in the vast nothingness of this place. "I'll give him your regards right before I roast his spark in the Pit."
Starscream struggled harder now. Wait! He changed his mind. Let him change his mind! The Seeker pleaded to his God with his eyes, which only served to make his executioner laugh.
"Too late now, little Seeker, though feel free to keep fighting it. You do struggle so beautifully." The other hand wrapped around Starscream's neck and he squeezed harder, feeling out the delicate bones and watching the body convulse a few times and the eyes roll back. Then, in one violent motion, Unicron snapped Starscream's neck in his hands and dropped the limp body, grinning to himself as it watched it be sucked away into the void.
Back in Powerglide's room, Starscream's eyes opened and he got up, preparing silently for the day ahead.
Powerglide stepped out of the washroom not long after, still in a towel, still dripping wet. "Hey..uh...what're you doing?" the nosy brunette asked, eyeing the other, and the bag on guns on the berth.
Starscream glanced over the other's dripping form almost disdainfully whilst cocking a pistol and shoving it into his belt. "Get yourself dried off and get ready," he replied shortly. "It's time to leave."