1Another young Autobot had also heard it. Silverbolt flew in the direction of the shout, transformed when he got close enough to the ground, and landed. When he saw who it was that had cried out in that anguished manner he hung back for a few moments. Then he slowly approached. .."You ok?" He then kicked himself for asking that question. Why should I care if he's ok. ..this is STARSCREAM, for Primus' sake. However, the terrible ache that scream had indicated wouldn't let him walk away.
"Leave me be, Autobot. ." The voice that came from Starscream was low and toneless, but that same undercurrent of deep pain could be heard in those words.
Silverbolt sits instead. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened. .I can sit here until the next attack. ..so you may as well spill it."
"I've been banished. ..from both my home and the skies. ..Don't even attempt to tell me things will be fine. .." the seeker's voice was a low growl. "They will never be 'Fine' ever again. I would have been better off if that wench of Prime's had left me there to die."
Silverbolt simply nodded. Starscream was right. It never would be the same again. "Here's something to think about though. ..there are good people here. . .some of them better than someone like you deserves. Watch how they act with each other. You might learn something." With that he strides into the base.
Starscream returned to his position on the bluff of having his elbows on his knees. ..his chin resting in his hands. It looked as if he was contemplating whether to jump or not. Stupid Autobot. What does he know, anyway? He looked up into the night sky, a look almost of longing crossed his face, though only for a moment.
There was one watcher who had slipped outside shortly after he'd left the med bay, hidden in the shadows of the deepeninng evening. Fastblade made note of the longing on the flexmetal features, but did not walk out to him. .. instead she wandered back inside to think and to leave him to his own thoughts with a whispered "Good night."
