Chapter 4

I cried myself to recharge that night, and online crying. I clung to Thundercracker, bawling into his chassis, unable to release him. I refused to refuel, I refused to get out of berth. I just held onto my trinemate, and let him and Skywarp comfort me.

Gearshift tried calling Skyfire, but there was no answer. Maybe he was hospitalized, maybe he knew talking to Gearshift meant he would end up talking to me so avoided it altogether. I just kept crying.

I didn't do anything that orbital cycle, and cried myself to recharge for the night. When I onlined the following morning I felt like I had cycled through enough emotions I could somewhat function. I refueled a little, actually let go of Thundercracker allowing him to finally be able to release his waste, and took a shower with Skywarp.

Thundercracker told me to give Skyfire a few orbital cycles to calm down and think things over before calling him. So, I followed his advice.

It was four orbital cycles after I hurt him that I finally gave him a call. I sat in my room alone, ordering my mates and Gearshift out so I could be alone. I called his communicator and listened to it ring, but he never picked up. I gave it a few more kliks before trying again. Still, no answer.

I called that night, and no answer. I called in the morning the next orbital cycle, and no answer. I called him eleven more times, no answer.

I renewed my sobs, wishing he would just pick up! Just say something to me! Anything!

I Emailed him, hoping maybe he would respond to that, but he never did. I kept trying to call him, Gearshift tried calling him, even Thundercracker, but he never answered.

And I was losing all hope.

"Maybe you should go visit him?" Skywarp suggested.

"I'm scared to." I softly answered, curled on Thundercracker's lap, his strong arms holding me possessively.

"I think you need to see him as well." Thundercracker opined, an ebony servo holding the side of my helm so I kept my cheekplates rested on his chestplates.

"I hurt him…"

"You did. And you need to talk to him about what happened."

I offlined my optics, listening to the hum of his engine. I really didn't want to see Skyfire, but I did need to speak to him.

So, the next orbital cycle we went to see Skyfire. I left my trinemates outside as I entered the clinic.

"Skyfire?" I perked my wings, searching. "Skies?"

"He's not here." Ratchet grunted from where he was filing away datapads.

My wings lowered. "Apprise me where he is."

"He got a new job elsewhere some time ago."

"Where at?"

He looked at me. "Shouldn't you know? Aren't you two a couple or something?"

I swallowed hard at that. "My personal life is of no consequence to you. Where is Skyfire?"

"Hmph!" He gave me a sideways look. "Try the police station."

I was confused for a moment before recalling what Skyfire had told me about Orion Pax and helping the police. I felt my spark dropping, but kept my composer.

"Thank you, Ratchet. Honor to you until we meet again." I finished formally before hastily leaving, now wishing I could take back that statement after the war happened.

I took my trinemates to the police station, anxious about being here, but I was not wanted. Not at this time, at least. I would be fine.

"I'm here to see my friend Skyfire of Vos. Big, white shuttle. Can't miss him unless he's blocking out the sun and you have no light source."

The front desk receptionist arched an optical ridge at that, but chose not to question it. "Let me see if he's here." He said before picking up a communicator.

I turned to my trinemates, wings low. "If he's not here I guess we can try the apartment."

"I'll find him and drag his sorry aft to you." Thundercracker growled, quite irate about Skyfire's avoidance.

"No, let me handle him. But thank you." I hugged my big, blue partner.

He gently hugged me back, stroking my backplates, then giving my aft a few pats. Skywarp watched with hiked wings, not trusting these police officers.

"He's in the lab. He said he'll be right over." The receptionist informed me after a few kliks.

"Thank you." I felt this wave of unease wash over me. I hugged Thundercracker tighter, and he planted a loving kiss to my cheekplates.

It wasn't long before I heard those familiar pedfalls, my frame tensing. I slowly looked up and saw him approaching, looking so different for there was no smile on his visage, and he was stiff, not having his arms open to hug me like he used to.

"H-hey, Skyfire." I greeted barely louder than a whisper, surprising me.

"Just Starscream." He said it firmly, more of an order. "Follow me."

I glanced at my trinemates, then released Thundercracker to follow the shuttle. He took me to a backroom, I think it was an interrogation room but for witnesses, so not scary and dark. Just kind of a sitting room with a table. The place they questioned sparklings about what they saw.

I took a seat, and he sat across from me. My wings low, servos wringing in my lap, not looking at him to show submission. I listened to his heavy intakes, his elbows on the table, servos clasped, lip plates pressed against them, optics harshly glaring at me for what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke.

"I don't hate you, Starscream. I could never hate you." He said it calmly, but stern. "But after you attacked me to that magnitude… I can't trust you. And I can't be with someone I can't trust. Especially not romantically." He paused, noticing coolant filling my optics, but I didn't speak so he continued. "I want to be with you, Starscream. I really do. I love you. I knew I wanted to be with you when I first saw you in that chemistry classroom. I have never loved anyone like I have loved you. You were my first, and I know you'll be my last. But, something about you has been changing over the stellar cycles and it scares me. And when you attacked me, it was the apotheosis of all the small actions, the biting, the hissing, the punching and kicking, and name calling, and groin stomping, and… Violence towards me culminating into this final manifestation of whatever it is you are evolving into. And I do not feel safe.

"I put up with the biting, kicking, punching, and everything else from you because I assumed it's you being a Seeker. That that's just how you were raised to see as joking around and playing. I have seen you and your trinemates interact and all the… Little skirmishes you have to play with each other, and me not being a warrior I didn't play back, so it simply resulted in me being injured. I thought maybe I could 'train' you out of it for at least when you were with me, but it never stopped.

"And then something dark in you began to show itself. I don't know what this monster is that dwells within you, but you need to fight it, Starscream. It is taking a hold of you. I first noticed it after you became the trineleader. I saw how you were quicker to hissing or biting at your trinemates, and that you had hurt Thundercracker. I assumed you simply wanted revenge, as any normal person would, but it didn't stop there.

"After you became Alpha I saw this darkness spreading inside of you. The way you attacked other Seekers, some of the things you did to those other trineleaders… I once again ascribed it to Seeker culture, and just doing things the way you were raised to be like. But then…" He paused, inhaling deeply, his optics momentarily offlining. "Then Kaon happened. And I know it was you. And I know you've done more. Not just the bomb, but there has been more. I know it."

"I-I'm doing what I must to save people." I whispered, not daring to look at him.

"Murder helps no one."

"Assassination of specific political figures does…"

"Starscream," He sharply spoke, then calmed himself. "I'm just going to say it: I'm scared of you. I'm absolutely terrified of you. The way you came at me, the look in your optics… I don't know what that was. It wasn't my friend, that's for sure. It was… Some mindless monster wanting only my death. And you almost got that."

"I-I didn't-"

"Starscream… I lost half my energon. I went into shock during surgery. You came inches from my T-Cog. Inches from my death, Starscream. You ripped off half my faceplates, I was leaking from every plate on my body, and I have night terrors now of you attacking and killing me."

I was crying now, angry at myself for having done that, but also knowing he wasn't coming back.

"Starscream…" He vented a sigh. "I think… We need some time off. Maybe we can get back together and start back where we were, but until you stop this darkness inside of you… I'm not safe around you. And normally I would stay with you to help you along with fighting your demons, but with what happened… I'm not safe. I can't be safe with anyone who literally tries to murder me in a fit of… Whatever that was."

"I-I'm sorry!" I cried, coolant pouring from my optics. "I-I don't kn-now why I-I d-did that!"

Skyfire watched me a moment before venting a sigh. "Come here."

I got up and quickly sat on his lap. He hugged me, and I felt his frame trembling some. He didn't want to do this either.

"I love you, Starscream. I always will. You're my best friend, my silly Seeker. And I want to join you and live happily ever after. But at this time… I don't know what you'll do next if I'm next to you. I have to keep my distance until you can control or be rid of… This thing."

"I-I love you. Please… Don't…"

He kissed me on the cheekplates, avoiding where those sharp denta lie. "I love you, too, Starscream. Listen, this isn't permanent. It's until you can get yourself figured out. I'll Email you again as well. Just let me also have some time to cycle through thoughts. I have some of my own demons I need to handle." He was silent a moment before continuing. "I don't blame you. I think everything happening with this corrupt Senate, the Functionists, you suddenly becoming Alpha during this awful time, and just… All the tension of an oncoming war is messing you up. Messing all of us up. Maybe… Maybe after this stuff blows over everything and everyone will be normal again and we can join."

I looked up at him, wiping at my optics. "I-if it all just blows over a-and I can control my anger… You promise to join me?"

He smiled, a true, genuine smile. "Without a moment's hesitation. I love you, silly, little Seeker. Nothing will change that. I just need to be able to trust you. I can't right now. I need you to prove to me again that I can. Deal?"

I nodded. "Deal. You'll trust me again, I'll control this anger, a-and we're going to have sparklings." I said it resolutely.

"I look forward to it."

"When should I expect your Email?"

"Maybe in an orn. Just give me that time. You're not the only thing bothering me. All this Decepticon, Autobot, war, everything slag I need to process. So, give me a little time on handling that. Alright?"

I nodded. "Promise you'll get back to me, and promise that once I fix myself we will join. In Vos. O-on that hill in the field with all those crystal flowers and th-the river right there. You know."

"Yes, I know. That's our spot. And I promise you, Starscream. I, Skyfire of Vos, promise you, Seeker Starscream of Vos, that upon proving to me I can trust you again we will join, we will make love to each other constantly, and we will have many sparklings."

I managed a weak smile at that. "And I, Seeker Starscream of Vos, promise you, Shuttle Skyfire of Vos, that I shall learn to control myself, to build your trust again, and be everything you desire in a mate and best friend."

"I know you will be."

"Can I get a kiss? I won't bite. I promise. Honest."

He studied me, and nodded when he saw how serious I was. "One kiss."

I faintly smiled. "I love you, big guy."

"I love you, little guy."

I giggled. "I was talking to the other Skyfire."

"Course you were, silly Seeker."

He carefully kissed me on the lip plate, not poking his glossa in my mouth, and keeping a servo on my chest, ready to shove me away. I kissed him back, engine purring, wings fluttering.

We had this tender moment, cuddling, kissing, and loving on each other before he finally had to let me go.

"I gotta go back to work. I'll Email you later. Alright? Up you go." He gently eased me off his lap before standing.

"Okay… I-I'll speak to you later. And… I'll stop the whole… Violence against people thing."

"Better."

"I will. I want you to be with me again. I'll see you later, Skyfire. Love you."

"Love you, too. No more violence."

"None."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye!"

I trotted out of the room and down the hallway, soon returning to my trinemates. Skyfire vented a sigh as he stood in that room watching me leave.

"He's not a bad guy. He has so much good in him. He'll get out of this. I know he will." He said to himself, not realizing how wrong he was.

"How'd it go?" Thundercracker asked as I hugged Skywarp once with them.

"Better than I anticipated. He said I need to cease my violent tendencies and then we can be friends again." I gave a dismissive wave. "That won't be hard. I just don't murder, rape, pillage, or destroy anyone, which I don't do already, and stop biting him and losing my temper, which I can totally do! We'll be back together in no time!" I smiled, hugging Skywarp tighter as he hugged me, the two of us soon giggling, our wings fluttering.

Ah, the words of the young and foolish.


I didn't want to stay in Iacon any longer. I figured I should give Skyfire space to recover from the drama and make him realize how much he would miss me, even if for the interface. And also because I couldn't risk smuggling weapons anymore.

I told Soundwave about the brothel, packed up my things and people, and we returned to Vos, leaving Soundwave and Skyfire in Iacon to do their work.

I was feeling good about my future with Skyfire, I mean, not like I would end up murdering or harming anyone anymore, and I can control my violent outbursts. I'll just get a hobby or something. Maybe a cyberdog. I did feel super calm and relaxed when we had all those pets with the creations.

Well, I was in Vos for about a decacycle, attending to my people, preparing Vos for a possible war, and going about my usual activities when I had an expected unexpected guest.

"Maybe add some red?"

"I don't think that would work too well." Thundercracker held the brush to my optic. "Yeah, it wouldn't look good."

"Okay, what about the blue?" I sat on a chair before large mirrors, a small shelf covered in paints, brushes, and other tools for prettying me up before me. I was wearing my royal garb, my crown on my helm.

"That might work." Thundercracker said as he held the blue palette by my optic.

"Sir, you have a visitor." Asperitas informed me as he approached from behind, fully armored himself.

"Bring them in, Asperitas." I nonchalantly replied, watching Thundercracker prepare my paint, ignoring Skywarp as he tried different colors on his lip plates.

"As you command." Asperitas then turned to bring in my guest.

"Look up." Thundercracker waited until I had done so before beginning to apply the paint to above my optics, next to the bridge of my olfactory sensor.

I heard the large pedfalls, then his vocalizer.

"Playing princess, Starscream?"

I turned my chair around, looking up at the gladiator, wings perking, surprised by his presence. "Megatron? What do I owe the honor of you gracing my humble halls?"

"Humble is not the word I would use to describe this palace of yours." He commented, standing before me, looking oddly normal. No weapons, no snarl, just… Relaxed and casual.

"When you grow up in it it's pretty humble." I spoke as Thundercracker continued painting my faceplates around my optics, making me so pretty. "Why are you here and not in Kaon?"

"I came because I need to speak to you." He glanced around my berthroom, noting my diplomas hanging on the wall by the very large berth.

"What about, pray tell?"

"In privacy."

"Ah, so not a friendly house call." I watched as Thundercracker picked up the black liner and began to paint on the edge of the plates by my optics.

"If this were a house." Megatron paused, raising an optical ridge. "Why are you doing that?"

"I am having open court. I need to look all fancy and cute for my Seekers. And non-Seekers. All inhabitants of Vos are welcome to speak to me to air out grievances, ask for my aid, and suggest ideas."

"Why bother with the face paint?"

"It's an ancient tradition. Seekers always have painted their faces for special occasions, but over the vorns most don't bother anymore. It's really has become just an Alpha thing now. I think most don't bother because there's no point to it but to look fancy. But being Alpha I have a different role. I also just think it's fun. My sire didn't do it that often so I am bringing it back!" I giggled, my wings fluttering.

"I thought you were a warrior."

My optics narrowed at that. "I am a warrior. I could kill when I was barely able to walk."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Why? Because I paint my face? Look at you with that red slag all over your countenance. What are you trying to do with that? Announce to the perverts that you're a cheap whore?"

Skywarp snickered, but Megatron's optics only narrowed.

"You talk very boldly for a small flier. Is it how you make up for your inability to fight?"

"I can fight better than you." I flicked my wings, waiting as Thundercracker reached to get another paint. "That's why you need me."

"I need those who can fight. The Seeker warriors are what I need." He grunted.

"If you want the might of the Seekers you need me. They only obey my command."

"The command of someone acting like a little femmling wanting to be a princess?" He scoffed. "I now question why everyone fears Seekers and the talks of their leader being so mighty."

That pissed me off. I glared death at him before flaring my wings and barking the command. "Bring me his helm!"

Before he could react, Asperitas, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Nacelle, Elevon, Silverstorm, Hurricane, Astral, and Sandstorm - who all were present - suddenly unsubspaced, unsheathed, and whipped out swords, spears, and guns, and in the same movement swung the blades.

"Wait." I snapped.

Megatron didn't move, Asperitas' sword an inch from his throat, stopped just before decapitating him. Nacelle and Elevon's spears were inches from plunging into Megatron's optics, Sandstorm and Astral's swords just touching his neck, and everyone else had their guns aimed at his helm.

Megatron's expression of repressed consternation quickly vanished into a glare, then a smirk.

I stood, keeping my wings flared. "They obey me without question, without hesitation. I speak, and it is done. I wave," I gestured my servo. "And it is carried out. I whisper, and they obey. I merely shutter my optics, and they kill. They are mine, and if you want the might of the Seekers, Megatron, you need me by your side. For there is no grounder, no master, that they serve. Only the Alpha. And this Alpha," I pointed to myself. "Isn't going anywhere."

"Hmm," He kept that smirk, arms crossed. "Well trained dogs, indeed."

I raised my servo, middle digit and thumb pressed together. "Better than trained dogs. They're trained Seekers. And if I were to snap these digits they would kill you without preamble. They would tear your limbs off, rip out your organs, and present our still warm helm on a platter to me." I paused, then lowered my servo. "Lucky for you I do not wish for your death." I then lowered my wings to neutral and immediately my Seekers withdrew their weapons, subspacing and sheathing them once more.

"Is that how you greet all your guests?" Megatron's smile grew, beginning to like how feisty I was.

"Only the ones who need to be reminded that I am not some beaten turbofox with my tail between my legs." I sat back down, and Thundercracker soon was painting my lip plates as if nothing had ever transpired.

"How did someone of your stature become leader of this warrior race?"

"That's a long story."

"I have time to hear it."

"Another time. I believe we have business. Asperitas."

"My lord." Asperitas inclined his helm.

"Guard the door and ensure no one enters. Everyone but my trinemates, leave us."

And without a word they obeyed. I watched my advisors and guards walk out of the room, leaving me with my trinemates and Megatron.

"What do you wish to speak about?" I turned my chair around to look in the mirror, seeing the shiny polish on my lip plates, the blue tint over my optics, and the dark lines helping my crimson optics "pop." My entire face had been buffed and cleaned of any blemishes, and I had to take a moment to admire myself. Thundercracker was so damn good.

"The Decepticons." Megatron grunted, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it over.

"What about them?" I perked my wings as I swiveled my chair to face him.

"I have Bludgeon working on a task for me. I would like it if some Seekers could be with him for air support should he require it."

"What is he doing?"

"A prisoner exchange. The Autobots have quite a few Decepticons in custody I would like back."

"Who do we have to exchange for them?"

"Bludgeon didn't give me a designation."

I knew he lied because he glanced away for a moment, but I stayed silent. "I can send a few Seekers over. Thundercracker can go with to ensure they do as ordered."

"Excellent. In the meantime, I would like you to help with recruitment."

"I think most of Vos already has been recruited." I smiled. "Every Seeker is for the Decepticons, even those who had been doubting. And the non-Seekers in this city all hate the Functionists and Senate. They like the way I do things."

"Vos is not where I'm sending you."

"Where then? Not Iacon. I need a break from there."

"No, Polyhex."

"What's in Polyhex?"

"Lots of things. Polyhex, Kalis, Altihex, Harmonex, Petrex, Nova Cronum, Petrohex, Praxus, Sistex, Tesarus, and Tyger Pax. I need you to go to those cities."

"Very specific list."

"That's because the largest mobs are there."

I shuttered my optics. "Mobs? You want me to speak to the mafia?"

"Yes. I need them on our side."

"Not to question your judgment, Megatron, but why send me to speak to the mafia?"

"Yes, why him?" Thundercracker demanded, arms crossed, so intimidating as he stood beside me.

"Because I know he can do it. You're smart, Starscream. I see something in you I don't see in anyone else."

"Like what?"

"I guess we'll have to wait and find out." He then handed me a datapad. "All the mob bosses designations are there with instructions on finding them. Soundwave got Ratbat to speak, and he provided all the information we needed."

I took the datapad and onlined it. "You really think some mob bosses will listen to a tiny Seeker?" I gave him a dubious look.

"I think they will listen to an intelligent, young mech who has already proven to several thousand that he is worth following."

"I proved that by killing my sire in front of them. I don't know if some mob bosses would be impressed with murder before them."

"You never know." He smirked.

"I'll see to this, Megatron. But why the mob?"

"Because if the Prime does decide to rage a war against us, the mob is our best chance of having the upper servo."

"Touché. I'll send out Thundercracker and some Seekers to help Bludgeon, and Skywarp and I will handle the mafia."

"Good. I'll be in Helex rounding up those for the cause."

"Make sure you paint your faceplates and buff. People like a pretty face." I smiled.

"Hmm, they do." He smiled back.


"You be good. Stay out of trouble, don't kill anyone unless you have to, and be perfect as always." Thundercracker said as he cupped my faceplates, keeping me close to him.

"I'm always good!" I giggled with a wing flutter.

"Mhmm." He kissed me on the lip plates, optics offline as he held me for a moment. He finally broke the kiss and pressed his brow against mine. "I love you, Starscream. More than anything. Stay safe, my love. I'll call you tonight to checkup on you two."

"Yes, sir." I reached up and we hugged each other. "You stay safe and come back to me."

"I will. And when I do I'm going to frag you both into piles of scrap." He kissed me on the lip plates once more. "Stay safe, be good, and I love you."

"Love you, too, TC."

He pecked a kiss to my brow, then released me. "And you," He hugged Skywarp who was standing right there. "You keep an optic on him and make sure he doesn't die. I'm counting on you."

Skywarp giggled, snuggling into Thundercracker's arms. "I'll watch him, fear not. And I'll turn him over my knee if he acts up."

"Be sure you do." He kissed Skywarp on the lip plates. "I love you, Skywarp. You be good and stay out of trouble. If I learn either of you did something bad I will beat the slag out of you both." He kissed Skywarp again. "Love you, stay safe, don't eat anything you're not supposed to."

"I won't."

"Mhmm. Both of you," He pulled me into the hug, holding us both close. "Behave and be model citizens. If I return and see you were, I will hump you until you scream and cum so hard… But if I return and learn you were bad… You'll only get an aft beating, no interface, and have to watch me self service."

"You're so mean!" I flicked my wings, hugging him.

"I am." He kissed us both, his servos grasping our afts. "Behave, my femmes. Your mech shall return to pleasure you properly before long. These better be ready." He smacked our afts simultaneously.

"Ouch." I rubbed a servo over my aft.

"We will be." Skywarp nuzzled against Thunder.

"Alright, I need to go now. Love you, call you tonight, don't die." He kissed us, then reluctantly released us.

"Bye, TC!" I waved him off, watching my mate walk off with the other Seekers I had assigned for this mission.

"Bye, TC! Don't get eaten by anything!" Skywarp waved as well.

I hugged Skywarp, and he hugged me back as we watched Thundercracker board, then the ship take off. Skywarp kissed me on the lip plates, his engine purring.

"Just us, now." He said, nuzzling his olfactory sensor against mine, eliciting a wing flutter from me. "So, what's the plan, sexy?"

"Now, we go to Polyhex."


I can't say I ever liked Polyhex, but it's an interesting city that would serve a great purpose during the war, namely as a Decepticon stronghold with the fortress of Darkmount. But, for now, it was a metropolis with many problems, and even more shady people.

Now, I didn't want to bring my advisors or family with me on this Decepticon job, so I brought a few other options.

"Sure it's this way?" Acid Storm inquired, wings perking as we walked down an empty street at night.

"That's what the map says." I answered, looking at the datapad Megatron had given me.

"I would prefer it if you walked behind me, sir." Asperitas insisted, not in his guard armor for once, and instead holding a very large blaster.

"I'm fine, Asperitas. I have Skywarp next to me."

"I doubt anyone will pounce a group of Seekers." Nacelle grunted.

"Yeah, last thing anyone would do is go after us!" Thrust laughed.

I glanced back at my motley crew: Acid Storm, Ion Storm, Nova Storm, Ramjet, Thrust, Dirge, Nacelle, Elevon, Asperitas, and Skywarp. Two trines, three guards, and my tentacle monster mate. I think I was safe. I had ordered these two trines because their trineleaders were so supportive of me and my decision to be involved with the Decepticons. I felt safe with them. Better than the damn traditionals…

"I think it's this building." I pointed to the mentioned building across the street from us.

"Let me go in first." Asperitas urged.

I rolled my optics. "I got this, Asp."

"I worry…"

"I know, I know, been guarding me since I was conceived. I can handle this. Just stay close."

"As you command."

We approached the building and I palmed open the door. I stopped, standing before another door, this one with two large guards by it. Tanks.

"Um," I quickly looked at my datapad before back at the intimidating guards. "Straxis. I am here to speak to Straxis."

"What business do you have with 'im?" The guard on the left demanded gruffly.

"I bring a message from Megatron. An invitation." I forced a smirk, trying to hide how anxious I was.

"Megatron?"

"The Decepticon leader." The other guarded apprised him, then turned to me. "I can't let all of you in. You and one other. Leave your weapons."

"Very well." I turned to Asperitas. "Skywarp is coming with me. Here," I then unsubspaced my pistols and swords and handed them to him. "Hold on to these, and these." I removed my arm guns.

Asperitas subspaced mine and Skywarp's weapons. "We shall await here, sir."

"Thank you, Asperitas." I turned to my mate. "Skywarp."

We then entered, the guards closing the door behind us. It wasn't very active inside, mechs talking to each other, having drinks, lounging, really. I was a bit disappointed. But, I guess not everything as it is in the movies.

A mech shorter than me stepped before us, his small wings perking. "And how may I help you?" He inquired with a grin.

"I need to see Straxis."

"Right this way."

We followed him to the back of the lounge, passing several couches before us, with mechs holding skinny femmes and even skinny mechs close to them. And I saw Straxis, the hideous creature there with a femme under either arm, holding a glass of engex.

"Sir, you have a visitor, um-"

"Seeker Starscream of Vos, Alpha of the Seekers." I spoke for the little mech. "I was sent by Megatron of Tarn, leader of the Decepticons, to speak to you about joining the cause."

Straxis eyed me, smirking after a moment. "Your one of his lapdogs?"

"Associates." I corrected, stepping forward and placing a servo on the table as I stood across from him. "And he has a proposition."

"What? To help him plunder Kaon?" He mockingly grunted.

"To help remove what remains of the Senate and Functionist Council. To help bring equality and freedom to Cybertron."

"And what could I possibly gain from this? I benefit from the corruption in Cybertron." He sipped his engex.

"A war is coming. You also benefit from illegal weapons."

"I primarily work with illegal substances."

"War is stressful. Soldiers need something to calm the hard drives."

Straxis studied me with such a scrutinizing expression before smiling. "I do hate how the Senate tries so hard to stop my circuit boosters. I shall consider it, Seeker."

"Megatron looks forward to hearing from you." I then handed him the dataslug that would enable him to secretly contact Megatron, a device Soundwave had helped create.

Straxis took it. "Please, stay for refreshments." He gestured to the femmes and engex.

"Apologies, sir, but I have others to meet with. Perhaps another time." I smiled.

"Another time then, Seeker."

I inclined my helm respectfully, then turned and left with Skywarp. We exited the building, joining up with the other Seekers.

"How'd it go?" Acid Storm inquired as Asperitas handed me back my weapons.

"We got him interested. Time to move on to the next city."


We had visited several more mob bosses and got them all to agree to join the Decepticons or at least to speak with Megatron. Some had been rather hard to track down, some very welcoming and open. I liked this moving around so much because it was distracting me from the fact Skyfire still had not yet Emailed me or otherwise tried to communicate with me. And I was too scared to contact him myself incase I pissed him off or otherwise upset him. I just hoped he simply was too busy with his new job and so just didn't have the chance to sit down and write me.

But it still haunted me.

We had seen most of the mob bosses at this point when we went to Petrohex. We found the mob boss we were there to see at one of his establishments.

Music played loudly, bright lights flashing, and skinny femmes and mechs danced on poles over tables all around the club. Mechs were at the bar, shouting vulgar words at the pole dancers, and acting rowdy all around.

I made my way with my Seekers to the back of the large space, following a bouncer. We were stopped at a table where the mob boss was sitting at drinking engex with a femme on his lap.

"Boss, got a visitor." The bouncer pointed at me.

"Who?" The mobster grumbled.

"Seeker Starscream of Vos." I introduced myself. "And you must be Berserker."

"What do you want?" He demanded, his optics glancing downward for a moment before back to my optics.

"Megatron of Tarn, leader of the Decepticons sent me here with a proposition for you." I smirked.

"Ah, a messenger." He finished off his engex and set aside the empty cube. "What sort of proposition?"

"You join the Decepticon cause and help crush the Senate and Functionist Council, and be free to carry on your business without their interference."

He was silent as he mused, looking down. Then, he pushed the femme off his lap and stood. "It's a little loud here, wouldn't you say? Let's talk in the back."

He walked off and I followed. We got to the back of the building, where it was a little quieter, mostly the thrumming booms of the club from the other side of the wall was heard. He stopped us at a doorway where two bouncers were stationed.

"Just the messenger beyond this point. I got some secrets I prefer as few optics to see as possible." He said.

I looked back at my entourage. "Stay here. I'll comm if I need to."

"Okay, Scree." Skywarp kissed me on the lip plates before I followed Berserker into the room.

He closed the door, then walked to the other end where another door was. This room had a table and some chairs, but looked more like a waiting room. Or at least somewhere to count the night's earnings. The second door he led me into was an office with a desk, chair, shelves, and typical office supplies.

He then locked the door behind us, and I felt my spark pulse quicken. I suddenly felt like something was going to happen, and I was sadly right.

"I have my own proposition, Seeker." He said almost proudly, smiling largely as he circled around, standing before me. I felt so small all of a sudden. "I will join the Decepticons and help on one condition." He held up a single digit before my faceplates.

"W-what's that?" I inquired, my vocalizer betraying how I felt.

"I frag you."

I swallowed hard. "W-why would you want th-that?" My wings lowered, suddenly terrified.

"I think you know why. You can't tell me Megatron sent his prettiest follower because he didn't want to use that to bag some new allies."

"Interfacing me is not necessary. Y-you can still-"

"I either interface you or you can forget it." Was the sharp reply.

"I-I'm mated already. I-"

"Then I guess no deal. Get out." He pointed to the door.

I felt my spark dropping. We needed all the help we could get to stop the Senate and Functionists. We needed to win this oncoming war. I needed to ensure my creations and grandcreations lived in a safe, Functionist free world. I needed to take care of my Seekers. No matter what.

"Wait!" I held up my servos. "I-if I let y-you interface me… Y-you will join?"

"I shall. But only if I frag you."

"You promise?"

"I will call Megatron immediately afterwards in front of you to tell him. I swear." He held up his servo, his smile growing more wicked.

I kept thinking about Brakelight, but I needed to get him to join. I needed to take care of my Seekers. I needed to see to my grandsparklings.

"Y-you won't tell anyone?" I almost whispered it, and he laughed.

"Not a spark." He said it in a low vocalizer as he leaned into my face, and I saw evil in those optics.

I swallowed, feeling coolant pooling in my optics, looking away from him. "O-okay… I-I'll do it. Only if you join."

"I will." He touched me. His servos on my shoulders, then moving down my sides.

I bit back a sob, trembling as he felt my body. Then, he pushed me against the desk. I yelped from surprise, made to lie over as my peds stayed on the floor. I looked ahead, my wings rattling, my spark racing, fear engulfing my frame. I listened to him remove his codpiece, heard him hardening, felt him touching my codpiece.

I offlined my optics, coolant leaking out, then folded it away. He didn't enter immediately, but when he pushed inside of me… I moaned in pain, then choked out a sob with the first thrust.

He held my hips as he thrust, and I just stayed there, motionless, too scared to move. I couldn't fight back in this position, and he was a larger mech. Then, Brakelight appeared in my mind, and all I could see was him. And I was terrified. I covered my faceplates as I cried, feeling him in me, hurting me, grunting and groaning as he got pleasure from my suffering, my humiliation. No care. No empathy for me. Just the lust and need to enjoy the metal of a skinny mech with a pretty face.

At least he didn't bite.

No, he just humped, and humped hard and fast with loud moaning and very unpleasant sexual grunts. I softly cried, working on trying to calm myself. It wasn't Brakelight. It wasn't. This was someone else who would just use you once then you'll never have to see him again. You can do it. It's just interface. You interface all the time! He'll frag you, overload, maybe say some rude things afterwards, then you'll be back with Skywarp and your Seekers all will be well.

It's just interface. Stop crying. It's not him. Just interface. Not the end of the world. It's just interface.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself, but it still hurt, it still was humiliating, and I didn't want this. I wanted Skywarp and Thundercracker and… Skyfire. I wanted my big, fat, stupid shuttle to hug me, kiss me, and tell me everything would be alright.

But… He hated me now. Clearly because he never Emailed me! He didn't want anything to do with me! A-and who would when I'm here letting some strange mech frag me like the filthy slut I am?! Steelwing was right… I'm only good for a frag and nothing more… Me being Alpha is a joke… I need to be killed and someone else take over. I can't do this… I can't do this!

I cried as those thoughts raced through my processor, and other… more upsetting ones. And all I could do was lie over that desk and let him use me. Let him own my body and do to it as he pleased.

He finally overloaded with a deep squawk, and I could only tremble. I waited for him to pull out, but he didn't. He resumed his thrusts, and I was left whimpering from the discomfort. I fought to get myself to at least stop crying, focusing on the wall decorations. I needed to show no sign of what had happened when I see my mate again. He would… He would do something stupid if he found out.

Berserker used me again, overloading a second time into me. He seemed satisfied enough, for he pulled out, his servos still touching me. Then, they felt over my wings, fascinated by them almost with how he petted and stroked them.

"A nice valve, nice body, and nice face. How did a miner find such a catch like you?"

I straightened myself and turned around, difficult with how he was still pressed against me. I looked up at him, fighting back my fear, trying to act tough.

"Y-you got to frag me. N-now call Megatron." I handed him the dataslug. "C-call him right now as you said you would."

Berserker simply smiled, his servos still holding my waist. "We should do this again sometime. What was your designation again?"

"Call him." I held it to his faceplates, fighting back the coolant, trying to cross my legs to protect myself.

Berserker knew I was scared, the way he grinned at me and plucked the dataslug from my servo. He didn't even bother covering himself back over.

"I shall." He leaned into my faceplates, the stench of his outtakes filling my olfactory sensor.

I bit my glossa, not looking away from him, feeling myself trembling. He simply pushed his codpiece, his flaccid spike, against my groin, grinding it some. Then, pressed his torso against mine, forcing me to lean back, servos on the desk, leaning over me as one servo of his rested on the desk. His other servo reached over and grabbed his communicator, then held it up. Slowly, mockingly, he put in the number and waited.

I didn't look away, his grin so smug. It took a bit since the call was on a special frequency to remain undetected and secured from the Senate and police. And then it passed through a person on the other end, which would later become Soundwave, but at this time it was someone else I don't remember.

Finally, after what felt like a vorn, he was on the phone with Megatron.

"Hello, Megatron. This is Berserker. I'm in." He winked at me with that horrible smile of his.


"Hey, Scree!" Skywarp fluttered his wings, hugging me when I exited the room, Berserker behind me.

"Hey, Sky." I hugged him tightly back, wings low.

"You alright?" He perked his wings, helm cocking to the side, that stupid face of his filled with concern.

I nodded. "I'm fine. Just… Tired and… I just having a bit of a panic attack from being separated." I lied.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm here, now!" Skywarp snuggled me, squeezing me with such a loving hug. "I'm going to kiss and hug you and give you goodies!"

I nodded, hugging him back. He sensed how upset I was and took my servo.

"I'm getting you away right now." And with that, he opened a warp gate and we all were instantly gone.

I declined interface with him that night, lying about having a helmache from stress, so he simply cuddled me in berth. I cried, lying about just having an emotional breakdown from my depression, and he bought it all.

My trinemates would never find out about what Berserker did to me until I actually wrote this. I can say I received many hugs and kisses as I had to relive this scene to tell this dark part of my life. This whole book was just me needing my trinemates' love and comfort throughout this entire hell…


It would be almost another decacycle before things began to happen that would solidify that a war, a true war, was coming and hastily. With the mobs on the Decepticon side, and soldiers, citizens, workers of all classes and fields, and several top scientists, the Decepticons were growing in not only numbers but strength and now able to do really anything.

We were a force to be reckoned with. And my Vos with all her Seekers and non-Seekers were part of the Decepticons fully. I say that is when Vos fell to Decepticon control, but some would claim it would happen later. Regardless, the Decepticons reigned unquestioned in two major city-states. And the Senate feared us.

And the bombing began. Stadiums, banquet halls for the wealthy, and other public gathering spots were annihilated by rogue Decepticons, thugs, and gangsters. Fear swept across the planet, and people began to talk about simply leaving, or "vacationing" until this all blew over. News channels were giving advice on how and where people should depart to, and what items to ensure they take with them incase we were to face a planet-wide war.

My Seekers were ready, though. I told them we would not flee. We would stay and fight for Vos was our home, and we never would abandon her. Never.

Thundercracker had returned to me from what I would find out from him as a failed attempt to capture Alpha Trion. Why Megatron would bother wasting time and resources to capture a senile, old mech, I do not know. Apparently, Megatron believed the Titans were real. Something I had doubted at the time due to the lack of evidence, but later… Evidence would surface.

While drama was happening on a mass scale over Cybertron, I stayed in Vos with my Seekers to prepare for war as always, and enjoy some family time. I needed to ground myself back into some sanity. I was stressing too much over what Berserker had done to me and Skyfire still not talking to me. I was so scared he truly was gone from my life now…

"You look hungry, sweetspark. Here, eat something." Overcast pushed a plate of cubes at me.

I forced a faint smile as I sat at the large table, sitting where sire used to sit when we would all refuel together. "I'm fine, carrier. You're the one eating for two. You have more."

"Oh, I'm fine. I worry about you. You've been so quiet as of late." Overcast said in that soft, loving, gentle vocalizer of his, incapable of ever sounding angry or displeased. A servo rested over his abdomen, for he was four decacycles along with his second creation, Skywarp's first sibling. Finally, he was able to have one now since he was healed after over a vorn of horrific abuse and negligence. And he couldn't stop talking about his little one. It was a femmling.

"I've been stressed."

"What about, love?"

"Being Alpha is stressful."

"Certainly not as stressful as being a creator, right?" Lightspeed smiled, his servo resting over his mate's abdomen, the two inseparable ever since being reunited. They seriously never had been out of sight of each other since being back together.

"I gladly take being a carrier over an Alpha any orbital cycle…"

"Carrier, you need to be more focused on yourself." Skywarp interjected, handing his carrier higher grade energon cubes. "You know what the doctor said."

"My blessed sparkling, I don't need to eat like a king. I didn't for you and you were born perfectly healthy."

"Yeah, and dumb. Refuel healthier, carrier." Skywarp pushed the energon again.

"Skywarp, he's fine." Thundercracker grunted, sitting on my other side, his creators by him.

"I need to take care of my sister." Skywarp flicked his wings, then looked down at Overcast's abdomen. "Right, sis? You're going to be healthier than any sparkling!" He giggled. "I'm gonna steal her."

"I'll help steal her." Overcast smiled.

Skywarp giggled, snuggling against his carrier, wings fluttering. "Love you, carrier."

"Love you more, my precious one."

"Hey, sorry we're late." Storm apologized as he and Blaze approached from the doorway.

Skywarp hissed and flicked his wings at his eldest, only to receive a hiss and wing flick from his son. Skywarp then giggled and held out his arms.

"Hug your carrier!"

"No." Storm said it resolutely before hugging his carrier.

"Blaze hugs!" Skywarp demanded after finishing with his son.

"Hey, Skywarp." Blaze smiled, hugging her carrier-in-law.

"And the half breeds and uncleansed show up." Steelwing mumbled bitterly, being typical Steelwing.

"You know what…" Thundercracker glared at him. "Another word and I'll just shoot you. That's my son and his family."

Steelwing only rolled his optics, knowing from previous experiences that speaking ill about my family or friends resulted in a lot of pain for him.

"Hey, sire." Storm hugged Thundercracker.

"Hey, son. How is everything?"

"Good. So is Blaze."

"Excellent."

I silently watched the rest of my family talk and refuel. My creations and their mates, with some of their own creations were present. My carrier and her trinemates also were there, and a few of my full siblings.

"Hey, afthelm."

I rolled my optics. "What, Hellfire?"

That idiot brother of mine hugged me. "You need this. You know it."

"Don't touch me."

"I love you, brother dearest."

I only rolled my optics again. "Okay, you got the hugging in. I will-" I then hissed and snarled at him, which he snapped his denta at me in response. "Let go of me."

"Fine." He released me. "What's bothering you? You usually talk non-stop at these social family events."

"I'm just stressed over what's going on."

"You and your new friend Megatron working out?"

"Not my friend. Just someone who also wants to make the world a better place." I looked up at him. "Why are you so curious?"

"Because you're my favorite sibling and I love you." He sat on the table next to me.

"Get your aft off my table. I put my energon there." I flicked my wings.

"You know if you need help you can ask me. I'm not doing anything. Unlike our sibs who all have sparklings, I'm still single and happy for it."

"If I require your assistance I will summon you. For now, just continue with… Whatever it is you do."

"I annoy you."

"Oh joy…"

"Thundercracker been nice to you?"

"He's past the abuse. He actually took me on a romantic date the other orbital cycle." I replied before sipping from my glass.

"Aw, how sweet."

"He fragged me afterwards."

"I really don't want to know."

I smirked. "Virgin."

"And proud."

"It's fun." I shrugged. "I am like so scared about a war coming and needing to lead Seekers into battle. I don't think I could do that." I rubbed over my faceplates.

"Keep doing the training with the other Seekers. It'll become second nature to you."

"That's all I do is train my Seekers and teach them to follow me. I must be the only Alpha who's had to do this."

"Nah, I bet others lived through war."

"Well, I'm sure, but not like the one we're facing." I perked my wings as my youngest full sibling came over, and without preamble nor invitation climbed into my lap. "Hey, Chandelle."

"Hey, Starscream." Chandelle hugged me. She was about 12 stellar cycles old at this point.

"Hey, sis. What's up?" Hellfire asked.

"School." She rolled her optics.

"I remember those orbital cycles."

I glanced over at the table, seeing my precious creations with their trinemates and my grandcreations. And Skywarp's creations with their families, and my trinemates' creators with some of Thundercracker's siblings also present. Such a big family we had, but I was so thankful to have them all in my life, and I miss these times.

"Sir, you have a guest." Asperitas apprised as he approached.

"Send them in." I hugged my little sister, remembering when my precious daughters and sons were this size and smaller. How I wish they were tiny, chubby, wobbling blobs again!

Asperitas left and soon returned with Fangry. My wings flared, needing to act like a badaft whenever the Decepticons were around. I didn't trust grounders or really anyone who wasn't a Seeker.

Everyone else ceased their chatting to look over, not sure why a grounder was here. A grounder other than Blaze and her creation, Summer. Fangry approached with such confidence it honestly pissed me off. He was in my palace surrounded by those who could easily tear off his limbs. He should be more humble about it.

"And what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" I greeted respectfully, looking up at him once he was beside me.

"Megatron wants you." Fangry informed.

"Why didn't he just call me?"

"He's being careful."

"Uh huh." I turned to my family. "I must go. As you were. I'll see you all again later."

I gently removed my little sister and stood. My trinemates got up, Skywarp and Thundercracker kissing their carriers farewell before walking out with me and Fangry. I took them to my office, leaving Asperitas to guard the door outside. Once the door was locked behind us, I spoke.

"What does Megatron want?" I bluntly inquired, circling around my desk, and sitting on my chair.

"Megatron said he needs to speak to you in person." Fangry explained.

"Why me?" I raised an optical ridge, leaning back in my chair, propping my peds onto the desk, my trinemates standing behind me.

"He didn't specify to me why he wants you. Just that he does. Probably 'cause you're a Seeker and know fighting stuff."

I momentarily raised both my optical ridges and I glanced down in a "of course" expression. "Where is he?"

"Megatron?"

"Yes, where is he?"

"He's at his base in Kaon."

I stood up. "Don't vomit."

"What? What do you-"

He wasn't able to finish for we all suddenly vanished in a flash of purple and rematerialized outside the Decepticon headquarters.

"Bleeeargh!"

"Told you not to vomit." I grunted, walking by Fangry as he fell to all fours, purging his tanks.

I led my trine into the building, wings hiked, walking by all the Decepticons within. I palmed open the door to the throne room and stormed inside. At the end of the darkened hall was the high throne Megatron was gifted to by his followers. He had this one for private meetings, then one on the roof that had been made with the apex armor from Sentinel Prime.

"Easy enough to find, aren't you?" I commented without fear, seeing him talking with Shockwave and Thunderwing.

"Starscream, I didn't expect you here so soon." He greeted with a grunt.

"When you're mated to a teleporter you never are late." I activated my thruster heels and flew up, my trinemates following me. I landed before him, taking two steps to be next to him. "What do you want?"

He looked up at me, digits lacing together. "I am going to declare war against the Senate. Officially."

My optics widened. "War?"

"Yes. We have no other choice."

"What was the cataclysm that pushed this in motion?"

"Yesterday in Nyon a group of Autobots led by that hero cop, Orion Pax, attacked and killed several Decepticons, and took Swindle, one of the arms dealers, prisoner. Not before pummeling him while he was unarmed."

"More innocents murdered by these Autobots… But is war the answer?"

"I know you don't want war, but what choice do we have when they keep killing us and taking prisoners to brainwash?"

I mused for a moment before speaking. "I stand by your decision, Megatron. I have been training my Seekers in preparation for war and preparing Vos. We are ready for battle."

"Excellent. I will make the declaration public. I imagine the Senate will hold a meeting afterwards. I will have Soundwave attend the meeting with you."

"Understood."

"Soundwave has also gathered information about new weapons Zeta Prime has created. We need to find out what they do and how he plans on using them. But what we do know is he's draining energy from the homeless and the most vulnerable."

"Not in Vos."

"No, in Nyon. I believe he's going to make a move, a final effort to eradicate all Decepticons. The war is here."

"What's the plan, then?"

"You go to Iacon and attend the Senate meeting. And take some of your Seekers with you. I want them to help bring someone in I must speak to."

"Who is that?"

"Orion Pax."


I was anxious about what was happening. It was here. It truly was happening. Megatron made the declaration of war, and as expected the Senate ordered a meeting. I took my trine and thirty other Seekers with me including my advisors, some guards, and trines I trusted, and we went to Iacon. I didn't bother with making myself look nice, nor wearing my royal garb. If this was to be war, I'd best be prepared for battle at any moment.

The meeting was called so quickly I was running late, but I was able to learn what happened prior from another senator who had been present.

"Gentlemechs," Zeta Prime addressed the few senators as they were gathered in the Primacy Auditorium of the Citadel. "Cybertron is poised on the brink. As if the energon crisis wasn't enough, Megatron and his Decepticons have spread terror and dissent across six Torus-States. It's unfortunate that my predecessor, Sentinel, couldn't contain this upstart rebellion! But I, Zeta Prime, will break this Megatron and restore order to this world at any cost."

"But your officers fail to find them! The local populace hides their terror cells!" A senator exclaimed.

"Then we shall root them out. The populace is either with us or against us." Zeta stated coldly.

"You were chosen as Prime to serve the people of Cybertron, not oppress them! It is not leadership we speak of here, but dominance!" The senator jabbed a digit at the Prime as he vehemently shouted.

"Come now, senator. The time for naïveté is passed. The common Cybertronian despises you and your effete affluence. Especially here in Nyon." The Prime pointed to the map of Cybertron projected behind him. "The Decepticons recruit freely from its population. And, at long last, we have prepared a weapon that can eradicate them once and for all." He then turned around and projected a hologram of a gun-like device before the senators. "The Vamparc Ribbon. Designed long ago by our old friend, Jhiaxus, its primary drawback is that it requires a tremendous amount of power."

"Where are we to find this power, then?" A senator inquired.

"It lies within us, senator."

I quickly reached for the door, ensuring Soundwave was hidden before I palmed it open and entered.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interrupting, am I?" I loudly greeted the room, arms held out and wings spread out, wanting to make sure they knew I was not afraid of them. They pushed my sire and every Alpha before him around. No more with this Alpha.

"Delegate Starscream… Still fond of your dramatic entrances, I see." Was the sardonic reply from the Prime.

I smirked as I began my descent of the stairs to be at the front with the other senators. "Not all of us have your natural, commanding presence, great Prime. But please, don't let me interrupt." I said it with some mockery.

"You will watch your tone with me, delegate. While politics require that these senators tolerate your presence, I am under no such constraint." Zeta glared at me, saying it firmly.

I am under no such constraint! Blah, blah, blah! I also don't constraint my waste movements! Meh meh meh! But I didn't say it despite thinking that… Instead I said this, "I am here only to observe, Prime. In these dangerous times information is of the highest equity." I swiftly and without being detected placed Soundwave down on the low wall before me, the only thing separating us from the Prime.

"Agreed." Zeta spoke, calmer now. "That is why I've chosen to demonstrate the Vamparc's effectiveness… On our new Decepticon informant." He gestured as a panel in the floor opened and a chained and severely damaged Swindle was alleviated.

"Swindle…" I said it softly, shocked to see him like that. I'd met him a few times prior, and despite being a rat he still didn't deserve to be treated like scrap metal.

"Do you know this terrorist, Starscream?" Zeta inquired, having heard me.

I shuttered my optics, controlling my anxiety. "I am familiar with his… illegal dealings." I didn't technically lie. "But like all enemies of the state… He must be dealt with in kind." I added quickly, trying to protect my aft.

The Prime liked that answer. He approached Swindle, stepping behind the chair that the future Combaticon was chained to. "You've given us useless intel on your fellow Decepticons, Swindle." Zeta then picked up the massive, gun-like weapon that was the Vamparc Ribbon. "Now, are you prepared to serve the Autobot cause?"

Swindle groaned in pain, a single working optic flickering. "I aint' got… nothin' left… to say to you…" He rasped out.

"Ah, that time has passed!" Zeta smiled behind his mask. "As I explained, the Vamparc units require a great deal of power. Luckily, they draw that power from the nearest available source." He then pointed it at Swindle and turned it on.

Red, electrical fields flashed from the gun and struck Swindle, sucking him of his energy. Swindle cried out from the pain, writhing and struggling against his restraints. I bit my lower lip plate, wings lowering slightly, anxious.

"You see?" Zeta Prime held up the gun once it had finished with Swindle. "The weapon is primed. But its energy is somewhat volatile. The ribbon must be released or the unit could overload!" He then pointed the gun upwards and released an explosion of energy, blasting through the ceiling and obliterating all it its path.

"Madness!" Someone shouted in horror.

I and the others present dodged the falling debris, the smell of burnt and melted metal filling my olfactory sensors.

"Draining combatants in this way, in addition to the ribbon's devastating effect, creates a perfect circuit of death. Senators, this is the weapon of our time. Unfortunately, the larger industrial unites, like those we've recently outfitted on the Omega Destructors, require far greater reserves of power."

My optics widened at that statement.

"Omega Des-What?" A senator sputtered with his own wide optics. "What of the energon shortage?! Where will we find the extra energy?"

Zeta turned to him. "I thought we might borrow it from our erstwhile citizens."

"Surely you must be joking, Zeta. Some civilian sectors are barely operational!"

I chose to speak now. "I'm also curious as to how you'll convince the populace to volunteer their precious energon."

Zeta stepped right in front of me, which I did not appreciate. "Volunteer?" He spat. "I fear you misunderstand me. I propose to simply reach out and take it! After we've burned their wretched, dissident enclaves to the ground."

Someone lost their bolts…

"Unthinkable!" The senator waved his arms up. "The populace would turn on us the moment we attempted such a plan!"

"Ah, but it has already begun, senator." Zeta continued. "The sector-wide siphoning began six cycles ago, right under the dissidents' olfactory sensors. And the test area we chose… Was Nyon."

"This is an outrage! A Prime's authority cannot overstep-"

"This security council has lost the will to do what must be done." Zeta snapped at the senator. "That is why I was chosen to be Prime. Because I am the monster the people need."

"You're no different than Megatron!"

I glanced at Soundwave for a brief moment. We needed to learn more to stop this madmech. So, I decided to play along with Zeta's plan to goad him into revealing more. I stepped behind the outspoken senator and placed a servo on his shoulder.

"Easy, senator." I purred. "What is the loss of a few dissident sectors compared to defeating these vile Decepticons?"

Zeta leaned over me. "I must admit my surprise, Starscream. I didn't think you'd have the fuel tank for such an operation."

"Please," I gave a dismissive wave. "I've done far worse in the designation of-" I caught myself.

"What was that?" The Prime demanded venomously.

I felt my spark dropping. I needed to abort the mission, but how?! "Ah, that is, what I meant to say was…" I glanced at Soundwave, and decided we had enough information. "Look, there! A Decepticon spy!" I pointed.

Soundwave immediately transformed as optics turned to him.

"Infiltration compromised. Recalculated operation: Escape."

"It's overheated!" Zeta roared as he tried to fire his weapon at Soundwave who was running to the door. "STOP HIM, YOU FOOLS! Seal all access points and contain him within the citadel! Raise the ion-shields! He's heading for the terrace!"

The door was opened and the great aft entered. "Sir, is there a situation in here? The alarm's been sounded and I-GAAAH!"

Soundwave shoved into Orion Pax, pushing him out of his way as he made his escape.

"NO! STOP HIM! STOP HIM!" Zeta continued screaming.

I slowly backed away as they were distracted, making sure no one was watching me, then slipped out through another door and hastily walked through the hallway, catching up with Asperitas and Thundercracker. I didn't even pause in my step, my Seekers falling inline behind me.

"Tell Skywarp that the plan has changed. Orion is chasing Soundwave. Follow him, single out the truck, and capture him." I commanded without looking back.

"Yes, sir." Asperitas inclined his helm.

I activated my commlink. "Your gift is coming to you sooner than previously anticipated. My Seekers will be there shortly."

::Excellent.:: Megatron spoke on the other end.

I hung up, still not looking back as we walked. "We must return to Kaon immediately."


Skywarp, Dirge, Ramjet, Thrust, Nacelle, Hellfire, Nightfury, Shadow, and Vector did as I commanded. They found Orion Pax and his fellow officers beating on Soundwave just outside of Iacon, and took in Pax and one of his mechs. Skywarp teleported them to Kaon, where Megatron and Orion Pax spoke. I was not present for the meeting, but Soundwave told me what happened.

"So, you bagged one of my officers just to tell me that Iacon's corrupt? I knew that back when you were still getting ener-jacked in slam." Orion grunted as he sat at a table with Megatron within a bar. It was a bar Megatron frequented, and not wanting the Autobots to know his headquarters served as the perfect location for this meeting.

"Heh," Megatron grunted, his fusion cannon on his right arm, fists clenched as they rested on the chair arms. "Beneath all the anger and cynicism, Orion, you're an idealist. You still believe the system can be changed from within."

"You don't know me, Megatron!" Orion shouted. "And, by the way, tell your thug to go easy. Bumblebee gets so much as a scratch our little chat gets a lot more heated." He pointed at where the mentioned Autobot was being held by Astrotrain and Blitzwing.

"Of course." Megatron smiled. "It would be a shame if things turned violent. I've watched you, Orion. I saw how you challenged the Senate's authority, quoting from my own manifesto! I thought to myself, now here's someone of vision! Someone I can work with! And you're a revolutionary posing as a cop. As I said, we could accomplish great things together."

"Don't bet on it."

"Always toeing the party line." Megatron held up his arm allowing Laserbeak to perch himself on his wrist. "Let me ask you, how do you think the insurgents knew where to hit you in Nyon? They were tipped from the inside."

"Where are you going with all this?"

"Let me play you the data Soundwave procured. See for yourself." Laserbeak them projected the hologram of me speaking with Zeta about his new weapon in the Citadel. "Exhibit A, Starscream and Zeta Prime."

"I never did trust Starscream…" Orion muttered after watching the clip.

"You'd be a fool to."

Rude!

"You went to a lot of trouble to show me this. Why? Why now?"

"Because Zeta possesses a radical new weapon technology. And with it he'll kill everyone in Nyon including us."

"You're reaching, Megatron." Orion gruffly remarked as he pointed at the former gladiator.

"Am I?" Megatron leaned forward in his seat. "Let me connect the dots for you… Zeta set you up." He said each word with emphasize. "He sent your team into Nyon, knowing you'd be targeted by insurgents. Your deaths would have been a pretext to invade. Has none of this occurred to you?"

"What do you want from me?!" Orion shouted angrily.

"I want you to accept that your true enemy is the Autocracy you serve. I want you to help me bring it all crashing down!" Megatron slammed a fist onto the table.

Orion was silent a moment, then spoke with an entirely different tone. "Well, Megatron," He suddenly leaped to his peds and kicked the table over and onto Megatron. "How's this for crashing down!?" He then turned and fired his gun at Blitzwing while shouting, "Autobots attack!"

At that moment the ceiling came crashing down, the door flung open, and gunshots and explosions thundered from every part of the bar as Autobots stormed in. They shot Decepticons, killing several and wounding more as they broke in.

Megatron stood, watching, optics narrowed. "Well played, Orion. I underestimated you."

"You usually do." Orion retorted back before turning away. "Ironhide, now!"

The mentioned Autobot broke in and freed Bumblebee, then the Autobots began to make their way out, shooting and wrestling by the Decepticons and terrified civilians.

Orion managed to strike Megatron before they ran out and made it to their shuttle, Sky Lynx. Megatron watched as they fled, the Decepticons firing at the space dragon.

"Let them go. Harassment fire only." Megatron ordered calmly. "With what he's learned, Orion will do more damage to the Autobot cause than we could in a hundred cycles." He smiled, then turned to Skywarp who was by him. "I must speak to your leader."


I arrived in Kaon not too long after, tired from the long flight, but safe from the chaos of Iacon. I wasted no time in going to Megatron's quarters where he had asked me to see him. My trinemates and guards positioned themselves outside the room, and I know Thundercracker listened through the door to be extra cautious.

"You summoned me?" I perked my wings, approaching him as he sat on a chair, watching a vidscreen showing what Laserbeak saw.

"I did." He gestured me over, and I stood by his side. "You did well, Starscream."

I smirked. "Keep complementing me every time I please you and you'll be speaking for vorns."

"Hmm," He studied me a moment, before turning back to the vidscreen. "You are different. That's for sure…."

"Different in a good way, I hope." I pushed his arm aside and sat on the arm of his seat, leaning against him.

He glared at me, then shoved me off. "Don't."

"Why do you want me here?"

"Laserbeak is following Orion and his Autobots into Nyon. They are being led to see what is really happening in Nyon and realize what I told him is true."

"That the Senate is corrupt and Zeta is mad? Why you think trusting this grounder will procure a victory for us against the Senate?"

"Orion is also different."

"Comparing me to him, now are you?"

Megatron turned to me. "There are few things to compare you to, Starscream."

"Oh? Such as?" I smirked, leaning over.

"A flag pole for one." He looked me up and down.

"Not an insult so I'll take it. What else?"

"Potential."

I perked my wings. "Potential for-?"

"For something I'm still debating to myself." He turned to the vidscreen. "How many of your Seekers are prepared for battle?"

"Immediate battle? A thousand. More if given time. Why?"

"Zeta is going to launch his attack on Nyon tonight."

"And you know this?"

"Someone on the inside informed us and Soundwave confirmed it with his network of spies. We will need to stop them."

"Save civilians?"

"Hmm? Yes, if possible."

I didn't believe he wanted that, but I remained silent. "I shall summon my Seekers. Anything else from me?"

"Watch this with me."

I turned to the vidscreen and did just that. Watching as Laserbeak followed Orion and his Autobots into the ancient capital of Acropolex, just outside of Nyon. They were chasing Hot Rod, a young mech who had attempted to blow them up before in Nyon when they had arrested Swindle. Zeta had ordered Orion to bring him in, so they were.

Hot Rod wasn't a Decepticon, but there were traits of him that made him have potential of being one, primarily his hatred of the Senate and Functionist Council. But, alas, he would choose the other side in the end.

The Autobots made their way through the ancient structure, eventually running into Hot Rod and many civilians of Nyon who were weak and dying due to Zeta drying Nyon of its energon. They were gathered in a room filled with energon tanks, ancient tanks that had been there for vorns.

I'll spare you the details of the long conversation had within, for it was Orion realizing that Megatron and the Decepticons were right about Zeta. But then Laserbeak suddenly flew outside and revealed a horrifying sight.

The city of Nyon was being attacked by the Sentinel Guardians, the ancient defenders of Cybertron. Or at least, they used to be until most disappeared. These few remaining had been dead, but their bodies brought back to life as mere drones, now equipped with giant Vamparc Ribbon guns, and firing madly into the city.

My optics widened, seeing the beasts standing over the towers of the city, ruthlessly burning and eradicating all that was in their path, no Cybertronian being spared.

"Call your Seekers." Megatron stood. "We leave now."


I was scared, knowing I would need to lead my Seekers into battle after what I just saw, but Zeta needed to be stopped. What if he came to Vos with those things? My people came first.

I summoned my Seekers, those who could immediately drop everything and rush over. The ones without sparklings, weren't sparked, weren't old or too young. Half my guard, trines, single Seekers, many of my siblings. It was about a thousand who did answer my call and flew to Kaon.

I felt such pride seeing my army arrive in perfect formation behind the Seeker they chose to lead them here, it being Hotlink. Megatron and his grounders piled into Astrotrain and took off. I transformed and took point, leading my Seekers towards Nyon.

We saw the fire well before we saw the sentinels. Or as Zeta had redesignated them, the Omega Destructors. Laserbeak guided us to where Orion Pax was battling Zeta, for the Prime had arrived himself and was destroying the populace amongst his monsters.

Astrotrain landed and Decepticons within him rushed out. Nyon was gone, destroyed by those who had no other choice but to sacrifice it to stop as many of the Omega Destructors as possible. The sight of the bombed city now only fire and rubble would become all too familiar a sight.

I flew with my Seekers overhead, the smell of burning metal and energon filled my intakes. The smoke was thick and heavy, and made my sensors difficult to read with how it threw them off. But, we saw our target and I reported it back to Megatron.

::Search for survivors. My guard and the trines of Hotlink, Acid Storm, Contrail, Ramjet, Torque, and Nimbus, stay with me.:: I ordered through the commlink, my trinemates staying in formation behind me.

The Seekers branched off to do as I had instructed, as I neared the primary target with the grounders. I transformed, hovering on my thruster peds, the Seekers with me doing the same. We aimed our weapons just as Megatron fired his shot at the target, who was Zeta Prime. The Prime was here with his machines of destruction, in the midst of attacking Orion Pax and his crew of cops.

"What?!" Zeta exclaimed as he spun around from being shot in the back, his armor preventing him from being seriously damaged. "Who dares?!"

"Who else, Prime?" Megatron smugly announced as he stood before the Prime, my Seekers and I hovering all around with our weapons aimed, and the ground Decepticons gathering from behind. "Decepticons, protect the Autobots at all costs! Leave Zeta to me!"

Zeta narrowed his optics at Megatron, raw fury emanating from his intimidating frame. "Megatron." He growled with gritted denta. "Not even in my wildest dreams did I expect to crush this insurgency and rid myself of you at the same time." He then raised his weapon and fired.

"Lord Megatron, watch out!" Someone shouted as they leaped to defend or push him, but ended up being shot by the Vamparc Ribbon, screaming as it sucked the energy out of them and left them dead.

My optics widened, feeling my spark pulsating faster. I didn't want to die. Not when I had grandcreations and my trinemates needing me. I was scared that I may be the next killed by the mad Prime.

"Fitting then, with these wretched dissidents to bear witness that I end you with a weapon as ruthless as you are!" The Prime roared.

Megatron's expression didn't change. "I know all about your Vamparc Ribbon, Zeta. How it drains the energon from those around you. But I'm wondering…" He suddenly turned around, grasped several bystanders, and despite their pleas, threw them at the Prime. "Just how much it takes to overload?"

The Vamparc Ribbon Zeta held suddenly absorbed the energon from the four civilians that had been thrown at the Prime. They screamed in agony as their energon was sucked right out of them, leaving only hollow shells behind.

"NO!" Zeta furiously shrieked. "What have you done?!" He desperately tried to get the gun to work again as energy zapped all around it, and it proceeded to malfunction.

"Now you'll have to lose your pretty cannon, or risk it frying your posi-conductors." Megatron mockingly smiled. "What do you say, Prime? Ready to face me in a fair fight?"

Zeta only gave the ex-gladiator a look before throwing down the broken weapon. "Damn you!" He cried, then activated his jet pack and fled.

"COWARD!" Megatron bellowed after him. "This isn't over, Zeta! I'll make a long career out of killing Primes!"

I landed beside Megatron, as well as some of my other Seekers. My wings perked, remaining silent as I awaited his command. He glanced at me, then at Orion Pax who was in stasis lock on the ground nearby. He snorted an exasperated exhale.

"Gather these Autobots and bring them back to base." He gruffly ordered. "Astrotrain, assume shuttle mode and get us out of here!"

I turned to my Seekers. "Do as he orders, and bring the survivors. They will undoubtedly become new Decepticons."

"As you command." Thundercracker grunted before he and my other Seekers turned to obey.

I turned back and watched Megatron for a moment, biting on my lower lip plate. I was scared about what happened here in Nyon happening in Vos. I didn't want to lose my people. I didn't want my family to suffer. I just hoped Megatron could help lead us out of this war we were entering safely.


We returned to Kaon and the fortress of Kolkular, which was the primary Decepticon base at this time. The Autobots who were not too injured were left in a guarded room with grounders and several of my Seekers, while the wounded ones, such as Orion, were tended to in medbay. The survivors we were able to bring back with us did join the Decepticons, and were taken to be assigned and trained for their new tasks.

I walked with Megatron down the halls of Kolkular, towards the room where Orion Pax was being tended to. My trinemates were with me, and Soundwave walked on the other side of the massive grounder. A scene we would play out a thousand times over in the future.

"My lord," I spoke softly, still not use to calling someone a "lord," nor as confident around him at this point in my life as I would eventually be. "What if he doesn't agree? What action would we then take?"

Megatron didn't even spare me a glance as he spoke. "He will agree, Starscream. He saw for himself the madness of the Prime, and the destruction of the corrupt Senate. He will be desperate to make changes, even if it means a battle."

"And after the Prime is defeated? If we even make it that far? Have you considered that?"

"I have."

"What is the plan then?"

"Take over. If we rule the planet we can finally bring about the peace we want, and force an end to slavery."

I perked my wings. "Complete control? Peace through tyranny?"

He smirked, still not looking at me. "You could say."

"So long as Vos is left alone and I remain ruling her and all those who reside in her, I will be pleased."

"Oh, you will keep your precious Vos, have no fear, Seeker."

"Hmm." I glanced at Soundwave, but he didn't say anything. "I hope you are right in your decisions."

"I always am." He finally looked back at me, and I felt smaller. "Prepare your Seekers. Orion will agree and we will be marching to war."

"Seekers are always prepared for battle, my liege. We are born to kill and die on the battlefield." I stated resolutely, perking my wings pridefully and giving him an arrogant toss of my olfactory sensor.

"Such confidence."

"Heh," I smiled. "A Seeker knows our job is not to escape the afterlife, but to make sure its crowded when we get there."

"Your culture really does interest me at times." He grinned at me, his flat denta glistening in the light.

I smiled, ensuring my sharp and menacing denta all were quite visible to him, making sure he remembered who the true warrior was. He glanced at my trinemates with a flash of his optics before looking at me, then.. winking. That grin growing larger on the one side of his face. I thought I saw… Desire in those crimson optics.

But I had no time to ask or muse on what just happened before he spoke, his tone the same as before as if nothing had just transpired an astrosecond ago.

"See to the other Autobots, Starscream.. Let them know they are free to go if they so desire. I won't be long." He stopped at the door to the room where Orion was.

"As you command. Is there anything else?"

"No." He then palmed open the door and entered.

I turned to Soundwave. "Tell me your thoughts?"

He faced me. "Soundwave: Concerned."

"War?"

"Affirmative."

"At least you don't have thousands depending on you to make the right decision…" I grunted. "When this is all over… Let's go to a bar and have a drink."

"I'd like that." He nodded as we turned and walked back down the hallway.

"Let's just have a crazy orgy. All of us. I think that's the proper way to end any battle."

Skywarp giggled, Soundwave vented a sigh.

"Seekers…"

I smiled, then took the servos of my mates and hurried down the hallway with them, leaving Soundwave alone.

We soon arrived where the Autobots were being kept and entered the room. My Seekers all stood when I entered, wings lowering to show they were my submissives, and I hiked my wings to remind everyone who truly was in charge.

I glanced at the Autobots who were watching me closely, many recognizing me. After all, I was on the news quite a bit for being the delegate from Vos, the king of the Seekers, a ruling figure in the political realm, as well as being the few wealthy "lesser" frametypes. And now they knew that I was a Decepticon. I wasn't a corrupt politician, I was a spy for Megatron.

I smirked when I saw the surprise on those who made the connection. I turned to Thundercracker and kissed him on the lip plates, also ensuring they knew I was mated and therefore not interested had they been thinking those thoughts. Thundercracker of course was more than happy to remind everyone who his trinemates belonged to, and proceeded to grasp my hips possessively, ravage my lips with a harsh kiss, and flare and flick his wings. I fluttered my wings, loving how dominant and virile he always was.

As how much I wanted him to turn me around and frag me senseless in front of everyone right there, I needed to be somewhat professional. I hissed, and he instantly released me, stepping back, and I could tell he was fighting his primal programming to pin be down and let his hardening spike out.

I turned away from him, feeling those lustful optics on my aft, his and Skywarp's, and smirked. "Autobots, I am here to apprise you that you are not prisoners, and may depart of your own volition at any given moment. We shall not restrain you."

A winged Autobot, Silverbolt, spoke. "You expect us to believe we can leave at any time?"

"Of course. Megatron wished to only consult with your leader. He's a stubborn wreck if you ask me…" I added.

"This had better be on the level, Starscream." He snapped.

Thundercracker didn't like anyone being rude to me, plus he was still angry about not being able to stick it in me just now. "You're in no position to make threats, Autobot." He spat, wings flicking.

"Yeah, but I am." The red one, Ironhide, suddenly interjected, getting his face into Thundercracker's. "Make a move, punk!"

Thundercracker snarled, revealing his deadly denta. "You just killed yourself, old timer." He growled as Ironhide shoved at him.

"Stop." A monotone vocalizer interpolated, cutting through the building tension. I turned to see Shockwave standing there. "Deliberations are concluded. You will all follow me."

"Sure, no problem." Ironhide grunted, never looking away from my mate. "Can't wait to see what all the fuss is about."

Thundercracker flicked his wings. "Another time, Autobot." He growled.

"Count on it." Ironhide stormed away with the other Autobots.

I gestured for my Seekers to follow me, then proceeded after the one-opticed senator. We entered the room where Megatron was standing, and soon Orion Pax came in, having spent some time alone to think.

With all his dignity and stubbornness, Orion extended his arm, and he and Megatron grasped servos. I smiled, seeing the deal being made, and this union between two who will soon become nemesis to each other. And hence the war would begin after what this deal meant.

The death of a Prime, and the final destruction of the Senate.


Long time, no see, eh?

Well, your fabulous, supreme leader is back. That's it. Worship me, my servants. Your groveling pleases me.

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Now, to the story!

So, if you guys have read the IDW G1 Transformers (2005) series you will have noticed I am not only showing things that happened in those comics (particularly the flashbacks from "Optimus Prime" and the "Autocracy" trilogy), but directly quoting and showing scenes as they were revealed in the comics. That's because with Starscream's autobiography, as this series is, it's HEAVILY based on that comic series. So I want what happened in the beginning of the war to match what happened in the comics. I am fixing the comics, basically. Just wait until Windblade arrives... Oops, spoilers.

One thing, as you'll notice as we go through the entire "Autocracy" trilogy is... That trilogy had Starscream already being violent, treacherous towards Megatron, and very much how he ends up by the middle of the war. And that's... Not right. I blame the fact IDW had several writers who all had their own take, some don't care for Starscream, some weren't as invested in the psychological development of this species. So, I am going to correct it, and some of it... Can make sense.

So, Starscream when the war starts is very young for their species. We don't know when exactly he was born in the canon timeline, but we do know he's younger than Rodimus. And Rodimus is like... 600,000 years younger than Megatron, who is 5 million years old. So, as I said in previous fics, Cybertronians are like turtles. When babies (protoforms or sparklings) they grow very quickly. But once adults their aging slows down by a LOT and they age so slowly it allows them to live forever. And also, as far as fanfiction goes, allows them to stay young despite their age so they are breeding when quite old. Turtles and tortoises can still reproduce when past 100 years old. While most animals, like us humans, the females stop being able to make babies by midlife or just before midlife. Males of course can last longer, but if they are dumb human males eating meat and dairy they get erectile dysfunction which ends that! No, this is a fact. Meat and dairy causes erectile dysfunction. Another reason to go vegan!

Anyway, Starscream is a baby by the beginning of the war no matter if you look at canon or just fanfiction. And when he does join the Decepticons it's already far along. In Megatron Origin he joins when Megatron already has a huge following, he's a gladiator, he is already emassing an army so aleady has decided to reject peace and go for violence, and his plan for an attack on the Senate is in motion. He got Starscream solely for that plan and Starscream ended up becoming more to him.

So, in the comics the events from Megatron Origin to the end of the Autocracy trilogy is VERY fast. Like, seriously, go and read just those. Now calculate the time it takes for all of this to happen logically. It's fast. Like maybe 2 months at MOST. Cybertron goes into chaos so quickly and it really explains why the war was so bad at the beginning. There was no steady rise to the chaos, it just blew up which such hatred and savagery that everyone lost control. And Starscream swept into all of this. It does slow down after the trilogy, but still not spread out too much.

So, this chapter and next few may feel rushed. That's just because everything was happening at this time.

So, sweet, baby Starscream, who is like only 22-23 at this time goes from being just a happy married guy to fucking leading an army into battle and the whole planet in chaos in TWO MONTHS, yes, he is confused, scared, and LOST. He is all over the place, his emotions, he doesn't know what to do.

Now, add in the fact in my fics he's married to an abusive husband when 18, by 21 he already has had 5 daughters, 2 sons, and they are all grown up. By 22 he kills his dad and is leader of an entire subspecies, several million, as well as a MASSIVE city state, and all the politics and abuse, and corruption that just the Seekers are having. Then throw in the corruption and politics of the other Cybertronians who want to control Vos, enact their racism, and just the sheer greed and hatred.

It's a LOT for baby Starscream. Add in the fact he was so sheltered throughout most of his life. He grew up in a palace and only learned that he had to follow Seeker traditionalism and anyone not a Seeker was bad and avoid them. And then one day he is thrown into the midst of all these non-Seekers, their cultures, their politics, everything.

It's like when I first learned about veganism. I was locked inside a house for my first 18 years of life being brainwashed lies (as most of us are) and then one day I learn the actual science. Humans are herbivores, this is what actually happens to animals, human starvation is caused by animal agriculture, all forms of hatred originate from specieism, climate change is a thing and it's real, oh, and sex and homosexuality is something that also exists, oh, and here's more science. Oh, and here is what the Bible actually says. And... It was a LOT and I learned so much in just a month. And even a decade later I'm STILL learning more science and facts regarding human biology, veganism, animal/human rights, the world, politics, etc.

But I wasn't made leader of an entire country or forced into marriage. I did have to raise daughters and lost them...

Anyway, Starscream has SO MUCH going on! He knows things, but then doesn't, and he goes from thinking his whole life that one way of living was right, and then to find out it was all wrong. Of course he's questioning everything now and not sure what is the right decision to make.

He's not sure if Megatron is truly right in everything, if violence is the answer, if he's safe, if he can do this, if this is best for the Seekers, if anything happening is good or bad or even possible.

He's a child trying to make it in a man's world.

So, yes, while the comics tried to make it that he's always been an evil traitor, you can also change it and see, no, he is scared and confused, and he's just trying to do what he thinks will be best in his naive, untrained mind.

I still hate how the writers handled young Starscream in the beginning of the war, so I'm fixing that. But, it's been hard trying to work what Starscream actually is in comics that tried so hard as to portray him what he would be when he's 30, not what he was like when 22.

So, bearing that in mind, it will show you why he does what he does in the next two chapters, and also why he would have interface with a mob boss. He wants to do what's right, he wants to impress who he sees as a hero. If getting the mob to fight for the Decepticons is the answer to save his people, then he'd do what he must. He has to smuggle guns and kill cops, then he'll do that. He is confused baby!

Straxis is a canon mob leader from the IDW comics.

Thundercracker was sent in Spotlight: Orion Pax to help kidnap Alpha Trion.

Now, another thing that you've seen hints at in A Prince of Vos is the Seekers violence. You've probably noticed how when provocated they will become incredibly violent and just lash out. Seekers do have something that makes them quicker to violence. Kinda like how testosterone makes males quick to fight, regardless of the species. It's not that they are mindless killing machines. Just that their survival programming has been altered to make them do what they need to do to ensure they aren't killed.

And as Starscream is forced to fight more, to become more dominant with his role as the ultimate dominant Seeker, he is becoming more violent.

Ugh, long note!

So, follow me on Twitter, GO VEGAN, COVID-19 was caused by eating meat as all pandemics are (Look up Dr Greger on Pandemics on Youtube. He's a leading expert and explains more), Starscream is a baby in all of this, and I am back writing! WORSHIP ME!

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