Been a while... A small something to keep ya going!


18 Vorns Previously...

He was sure even he couldn't make some of this slag up – and he most definitely had quite the imagination.

It was unbelievable, really. What was supposed to have been a dream, he found out, was oh, so much more. Starscream had immediately tested himself. Everything came back negative. He tested everything he could think of, but it was not anything that could be detected by medical means. It wasn't a nano or metaphysical virus of any sort, nor was it a techrai, a very rare form of parasite. He went beyond sickness, thinking that maybe he, himself was malfunctioning, but all the tests he ran proved he was not malfuctioning.

What in the pit was this?

He did more research to see if there were any accounts he could base these findings on, but there was nothing too reliable. He needed more information… Pictures, anything!

Happening upon a story as he was researching, it related to strangely enough, curses. He skimmed over it and nearly passed it by until he came upon something intriguing. It was a deeper explanation about these apparent curses. As he searched deeper and more thoroughly, he started finding links to his symptoms to ancient texts and Cybertronians. Some actually had what one might consider pictures, although he considered them scribble. Finally, he figured he'd hit the mother lode, so to speak. It seemed that 'curses' were something of the norm, or at least talked about in a period of Cybertron's history. Some of these curses were worse than others. He did digging into all of the curses, finally finding one that matched him… perfectly.

As he read, what he found about his particular problem made him physically ill. Starscream let out a pitiful whine as he continued to read through everything, seeing weaknesses, strengths, abilities. Then and there, he knew he was damned. He certainly had one of the worse cases of 'You are totally fucked'. In fact, it was the worst case in mythological history. He concluded that this 'curse' which was called 'The Fallen', was so bad that Unicron, the creator of it, supposedly tried to kill it – and failed. He also found they had no cure for it.

The creator of this wretched curse couldn't even get rid of it? Seriously? What in the pit was he supposed to do about it?


Did a little fixing. Added a Chapter. Now we see where this fun leads!