A/N: I LIVE!

So yeah. Exam results, epic, short hiatus, back now.

Anyway, I was checking the reviews a while back, and yeah, everyone's liking the humour, and the general pace, yeah, and then I wrote this chapter, which is basically a massive SCREW YOU to everyone who liked the humour.

This chapter came about after I had a think about Starscream.

Don't laugh.

So Starscream. He is, after all, the Decepticon SIC. He is also, after all, the greatest freaking aerial combatant on Cybertron. (He's also hella tall - I mean, all jets are pretty tall, but Starscream is TALL.) So I decided, he's a badass, I have at least 4 Starscream fangirls/fanboys (I am a gender equal generaliser) reading this, and hey, I like them, they like Starscream, I like SlipScream...so let's go crazy.

AlsoIplayedtheDOTMgameagainandohmygodStarscreamisabadassbeyondcompare.

Enjoy! Review! Stop worrying about me stopping writing this story because honestly I'm having to much fun to ever stop (until I get to the end :D)

Starscream's Fury

"Say that," Starscream growled, "again."

"We detected an Autobot transmission two cycles ago." Shockwave replied. "This transmission detailed an Autobot patrol taking a Decepticon prisoner recently." Shockwave cycled his vents slowly. "Additionally, Slipstream has failed to report in, and I do not believe in coincidences."

Starscream's mouth twitched in pure fury for a second. "Scan all frequencies. Find out where the Autobots have Slipstream."

Frequency and Shockwave nodded shortly, then turned to their computers. After barely a minute, Frequency spoke up, one servo on her in-built headset. "Starscream, I've got something. Patching us in."

"bzzt—repeat: Autobot Command, this is Stratosphere. I'm lighting my burners now, inbound to the Fridge with prisoner codename First Lady, over."

"Roger that, Stratosphere, Arcee here. The Fridge is prepping for your arrival. Bulkhead and Knock Out will be on station for prisoner containment. Over and out."

"Lock the transmission." Starscream ordered dangerously. "Track them. Now."

"Locking down and tracking the transmission." Frequency replied. "Signal tracking puts Stratosphere in sector twenty-five thirteen – locally known as the American state of Illinois."

Astrotrain marched in the door and saluted, demeanour professional and businesslike. "Starscream; Blitzwing and I will be prepped and ready in five. We can be there in forty cycles tops. We'll get our girl home, sir." he promised.

Starscream shook his helm violently, already making for the door. "I am leaving now, and I do not care what you do. Follow me if you must, but you will not get in my way. The Autobots have my brothers; they cannot have Slipstream."

"What?!" Astrotrain exclaimed. "That's crazy, Starscream! Stratosphere's probably rolling with fighter cover and like as not an Honour Guard for back-up, not to mention reinforcements! You'll be overwhelmed-"

Frequency interrupted. "No. Astrotrain, let him do this. He needs to." she said understandingly.

Starscream pushed Motormaster out of his way and stepped onto the launchpad, stretching the cables in his neck. The estwhile Air Commander transformed into jet mode, his light piping flaring violet as his afterburners kicked in and he blasted away.

Towards Earth.

Starscream flew dangerously fast and low, literally cleaving the air in front of him as he went.

"Starscream!" Shockwave's voice crackled through his radio. "You cannot maintain this speed – your frame integrity is dropping every cycle you remain at this velocity-"

"I can make it." Starscream replied uncaringly.

"Starscream, you are currently approaching Mach 11. Your frame will literally disintegrate if you go faster than Mach 12 – I cannot allow you to do this."

"You do not command me, Shockwave!" Starscream snapped. His voice suddenly wrenched. "I need her, Shockwave. I need her."

"So much as to kill yourself in this insanity?"

"YES." Starscream snarled.

Shockwave remained silent.

Frequency's voice cut over the silence. "Starscream, you're coming up on Stratosphere. I advise reducing your speed, unless you're planning on opening up a tear in the fabric of space-time and sucking him into it."

Starscream's Seeker instincts and training took over. "Cutting speed and arming all weapons."

Beneath him; as the clouds stopped being blurry, stretched wisps and turned back into fluffy white blobs; a Boeing C-17 with distinctive Autobot sigils on the wings and tail drifted into vision, surrounded by five small fighter aircraft, all decorated with a stylised "E" on their wings.

Starscream banked left sharply and dropped down on the aircraft, transforming and latching on to the first fighter he could see. It was evidently not an Autobot but one of their human allies, as Starscream clarified when he ripped the F-35's cockpit and nose off and crushed it in his clawed servos, silencing the human pilot's scream abruptly.

Starscream leapt up, firing his stabiliser rockets and transforming, as the four remaining human fighters wheeled around to engage him.

"We got a 'Con! Engage that scrapheap!"

"Yeah, take him down!"

"I got this joker in my sights!"

Starscream rapidly dipped a wing and streaked past the two lead planes, transforming between them and slicing their wings off effortlessly before transforming back into jet mode and performing a perfect one-hundred-eighty turn on the spot, firing a missile into the next plane, then firing his thrusters and shooting back past the doomed aircraft and towards Stratosphere.

"STRATOSPHERE!" Starscream yelled murderously. "Your pathetic escorts were nothing to me! Give up Slipstream!"

"You know I can't do that, Starscream." Stratosphere's calm, deep voice replied.

"THEN DIE!" Starscream screamed, swooping down towards the C-17 firing his nullrays. The purple lasers burned into Stratosphere, causing the giant Autobot to grimace.

"You're not getting Slipstream, Decepticreep!" Stratosphere declared, transforming three immense four-barrelled turrets out of his frame.

Starscream laughed maniacally. "Oh, such heroic determination! How can I ever hope to defeat you?" he taunted, flying close to Stratosphere's rear cannon and gunning it to pieces. The Autobot grunted in pain and refocussed his remaining two cannons on Starscream, already rolling to the right and firing a missile, which impacted Stratosphere's third engine.

"Stratosphere, calling base! I've lost an engine! I can't maintain altitude!" Stratosphere ground out, already starting to drift downwards.

"NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU, STRATOSPHERE!" Starscream screeched. The Seeker spiralled down and around his larger quarry, before transforming and latching onto the outside of Stratosphere's cargo bay.

Stratosphere screamed in pain as Starscream tore a hole in his cargo bay, slashing through armour plating, fuel cables, and even protoform until the hole was large enough for him to rip it open wider with his clawed digits. The Seeker forced his way in, still-aglow Energon splattered all up to his elbow joints and splashed on his faceplates, and turned to his left to face Bumblebee.

"What the..." the black-and-yellow muscle car questioned aloud.

Starscream grinned evilly. "I advise that you run, little scout, before I relieve you of your spark. Again."

Bumblebee stared at Starscream's serrated grin and the blue Energon dripping off his servos; a stray drop of the life-giving liquid dribbling down his forehead and onto his denta.

Starscream licked it off.

Bumblebee readied his pulse blasters and aimed them.

Starscream laughed, and swept his claws forward, slashing Bumblebee across the chestplates and kicking him into a corner.

The floor lurched beneath Starscream, sending him off-balance and giving Bumblebee enough time to leap outside, a wing-chute on his back.

Starscream watched the slowly disappearing black-and-yellow dot and growled. "I really wanted to kill him." He flexed his stained claws and stalked forward, fighting against the rushing air all the way towards the solitary cell where he could see Slipstream held, stasis-locked and cuffed. Starscream ignored the passcode keypad which controlled the door, instead simply ripping the titanium alloy door apart with his claws and tossing it aside.

Starscream picked Slipstream up, set her cuffed arms around his neck so as not to fall off, and marched towards Stratosphere's cargo door.

"I'll...I'll get you...for...this, Starscream." Stratosphere hissed.

"So you say." Starscream replied, priming a flak grenade. He sliced open the cargo door and carelessly tossed the grenade over his shoulder. "But somehow I think not."

With that, Starscream leapt out of Stratosphere's cargo bay and fired his stabiliser boosters, hovering in place as Stratosphere spiralled down to earth while explosions burst out of his armour.

"STAAAAAAARRRRSSSSSSCCCCCCCCRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!" Stratosphere cried, a long, drawn out scream of rage and terror.

Starscream watched the Autobot disappear below the clouds before a burst of orange appeared briefly. He flicked his comlink on. "Astrotrain."

"Starscream. Since you're calling me, I assume Slipstream's okay." Astrotrain replied.

"She will be. We both will." Starscream confirmed, automatically securing Slipstream in place.

"Good to hear. I'm heading out now to pick you up. 'Cie, track his signal for me, would ya?"

"Astrotrain?"

"Sir?"

"Thank Shockwave for me, would you?"

"Yessir. That's got to be the second time I've ever heard you thank anyone."

"Don't get used to it."