I just realized I have to do all three Seekers in order to bring it to the present time, don't I?
Skywarp sat in his little metal cubicle-thing, cramped for space and wanting some fresh air. 'Course, he really didn't need air for anything but cooling systems, so the actual amount of air available didn't matter - it was just a figure of speech.
He was stir-crazy.
He had cabin fever.
Ants in his pants.
He even had schpilkus.
He laughed. The squishies talked real funny. Of course, language was never his thing, so he couldn't really complain, 'cept that his knowledge and advanced. . uh. . his advanced superiority to the little jellybags made it so that they shouldn't even connect to him on any level. And really, they didn't.
See, these creatures and him, this world and him, they didn't get along so well. It came down to a simple list.
All the Decepticons looked real different from each other. Who could mistake Skywarp for, say, Starscream? Skywarp was black, purple, and handsome as Outer Space whereas Starscream was silver, red, and blue, shining all over the place like "Attention! Attention!" - though everyone knows who's the handsomer one.
The squishies? There's no way to tell them apart. They're all tiny blobs of indeterminate shape that only came in the slightest different range of colors. They were all the same shade of one hue, even. They were warrin' with each other or something over their supposedly grand differences - when they were all the same!
See, Skywarp knew that by stompin' on all of the squishies, he was doing them a favor. Getting rid of them 'cause all they did was live out miserable, short little existences where they either killed each other or did the same thing over and over and over again for fifty of their years. Sit. Drive. Sit. Consume. Sit. Drive. Reproduce. Sit. Consume. Reproduce. Consume. Reproduce.
If someone didn't stop 'em now, they'd take over the universe like petro-rabbits!
Who said that the Decepticons were a bad thing? See, Skywarp knew how it was. The Decepticons, the creatures fit to rule the universe, knew what they were doing. Megatron always had a plan. He wasn't stupid. Take the squishies and their planet, for instance.
The squishies, though blessed with the mind-boggling ability to reproduce by a mysterious process he was only told was called 'mating', (and 'mate' they did - Apparently their population sextupled in about 50 of their years), were stupid and primitive. They didn't put their planet to good use. They had ambition that was admirable, but their lack of any other skill and strength made what would be called "confidence" in the Decepticons into "cockiness". They were so full of themselves. . .again, stompin' on 'em would just be doing 'em a favor.
They were lucky Skywarp did 'em favors like getting rid of them quicker. Skywarp really didn't like 'em. So soft and weak, yet so. . .so. . .loud. And they made the sky gray. Their grasp on "physics" (as shown by Thundercracker - - who, when asked why he was looking at human science, replied something like "needing to know your enemy" even though humans were so nonthreatening and easy to deal with that no tactics were really needed) was completely off the mark, and their inability to conquer each other just displayed their utter lack of competence.
At this point, Skywarp didn't really care about the whole "big picture, rule the universe" thing that the Decepticons were all about - it was a given, and one of his drives, but not the biggest one. On Earth, he hated those little annoying humans and wanted to kill as many as possible. He wanted to destroy their cities 'cause their cities were unorganized, dirty, and primitive. He wanted to make their offspring cry because they could and because he could, and because the weak squishies couldn't do a slagged thing about it.
He loved having this kind of power, knowing that there was such outrage and loss of control, such deeply touching 'emotions' - talkin' about painful scarring memories that change peoples' lives - caused by him and him alone. It's for the same reason that Skywarp loved playing pranks. 'Cause it messed people up and he was good at it. Better than almost anyone. Only dopes fell for pranks and succumbed to attacks, so they were asking for it. If they can't beat him, well, they deserve their fate.
Just thinking about the carnage and suffering he could single-handedly dish out made him excited. Maybe it was time to go get some fresh air. Make a few clouds of his own out of smoke and fire and widescale, massive destruction. He hopped up from his recharge bay where he'd been daydreaming, and teleported out towards the hangar, waiting to be transported to the surface.
Thousands would suffer, and thousands more would feel the pain of the dead and the wounded for generations to come, all because Skywarp was bored today and had an hour to kill.
A city was gonna burn. Little mini-squishies were gonna die. Panic was gonna be widespread. Maybe even the Autobots would have to come appear. The humans would be defenseless against such an onslaught.
The best part, though, was that Skwarp would be there, causing it, and laughing all the way.
They seem to be getting shorter and shorter. Anyway, so I guess Starscream is up next, 'eh? I better put on my crazy. And a beta! Someone love me enough? For instance, I wrote this chapter quickly. I should redo it and add lots of stuff to it, because it's not, err, comprehensive. Not fair to those that love the 'Warp, and not fair to me because I know I had way more ideas. Mostly not fair to me.