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Up high in the Earth's atmosphere, hovering among the clouds, hidden from the prying eyes of humans and optics of Autobots and Makers, a certain Decepticon ship lazily made its path along an invisible line. There was not a set destiny programmed into it, just the job of avoiding detection by humans or Autobots.
Things had been rather quiet since a week prior, a rare occurrence for the inhabiting crew. Ever since their master had returned there had been an almost constant tension between him and the SIC, usually ending with the latter in the medbay for more than a few dents and scratches, but now silence reigned above all and it left an uneasy feeling hovering amongst the crew.
Starscream had expressed his feelings to Soundwave of finally admitting defeat at the servos of Megatron once and for all, deciding to completely submit at last to the bigger Cybertronian and put aside his plans to overthrow the chain of command to make himself the Supreme Leader of the Decepticons. There would be no more lying or betrayals, only blind obedience as he had sworn to do when he'd first enlisted to take control of their home planet.
Walking along the mostly empty hallways of the Nemesis the SIC arrived at the control bridge, the door opening for him to step inside, but the scenario he encountered was one most unexpected.
Megatron and Lockdown. Staring at something in the main monitor at the end of the bridge.
"Is this true?" The voice of the Decepticon Leader already had more than a hint of anger in it, letting anyone know he was in a mood not to be trifled with.
Lockdown, however, seemed more than at ease with the taller Cybertronian. "Starscream never mentioned it, my liege."
"If he's up to his old tricks, I shall grind him into powder!"
"Please, allow me the honor of first extracting some mods if that is to be the case, Lord Megatron."
The seeker at the door, already afraid for his life and knowing he was on very thin ice despite his high position, mimicked a cough to let the two mechs be aware of his presence. Whatever was that they were discussing it wasn't good for his rapidly deteriorating health.
"Starscream." Growled Megatron as he looked behind to glare down at his subordinate.
"Lord Megatron, please excuse Lockdown's impertinence. Now, what is that I allegedly failed to mention?" Oh Primus, what was it?! He was panicking inside, his spark pulsing faster by the second. There was so much Starscream had kept to himself during the time Megatron had been away that it would take more than an Earth year to compile a list of all his deceitful deeds.
"The Harbinger."
Oh. Oh no.
"Erm, what about it?"
Lockdown pulled up an image of said ship up on the main window and turned to Starscream with a smirk that let everyone know how much he was enjoying seeing the SIC squirm. "The Decepticon ship that crash-landed eons ago on Earth, that Harbinger if it brings you any memory of it."
Attempting to hide his more recent memories of the vessel, the seeker put on a calmer façade. "Oh, please, common knowledge. I first scouted the site when we first arrived on Earth."
"Then I presume you recovered the experimental weapon prototype the Harbinger was carrying?"
"Where is the crash site?" Megatron asked Lockdown.
"It was never logged into the Nemesis' database. We can assume by whom." Oh yes, he was very much enjoying seeing the SIC avoid contorting himself into a pretzel of shame.
"You failed to record the coordinates of a Decepticon transport?!"
Shrinking in on himself, Starscream did his best to avoid optic contact with the Decepticon Lord. "An oversight, master, but I noted its exact location." He said, pointing to his helm with a more confident expression.
"Then you can lead Lockdown there, so that he may retrieve the prototype for me."
"A fresh arrival and I already have a native guide, how thoughtful." Mused the green and black grounder with an even wider smirk, if that was even possible. Oh, he would enjoy putting the pressure on that gloating piece of scrap, indeed he would.
"But, master, he is a well-known bounty-hunter. What can assure us he will not run off with the weapon if we indeed find it?"
"Perhaps my lack of an interstellar vessel? Or the fact that I have been promised to be greatly rewarded after we finish off the Autobots once and for all?"
"But-"
"Starscream, do not test my patience!" Megatron warned with a yell. He did not feel like having his increasingly diminishing humor put on the line.
"Yes, master…"
He would have to be extremely careful, least Lockdown steal his credit if they indeed found the missing Decepticon experimental weapon. Starscream would need to keep his optics wide open and his CPU sharp if he were to guide the bounty-hunter onto the location of the crash site. Or at least the first one.
Arcee looked over to the setting sun with a nostalgic gaze. She and Cliffjumper used to go up there and just enjoy the Earth scenery once in a while, a way to ease off the tension from constantly fighting the Decepticons and being kept on high alert all day long.
"Hey partner, heck of a view you got up here." She said, glancing at the clouds that lazily floated high up above in the sky.
Before she would have only associated the sky with Decepticons and their flying ability but, ever since the Makers had arrived, she had learned to look at it in a more innocent way. They needed the air to feel free and put their engines to the max, just like she needed the ground beneath her tires. It was indeed a beautiful image the organic nature painted but it was sad that her partner no longer could be there right beside her to complete the setting.
"Lately things have taken a turn I didn't expect. The Makers, they… they have brought a liveliness back to the base I thought would have been lost the day you joined the Allspark. Doomsday and Mayhem, those two are the epitome of random. One moment they can be quiet and the other they can be having the craziest idea you have ever heard."
It was true. The two femmes almost seemed to be related, despite their different builds and coloring scheme. They both enjoyed high-risk activities, their old lives back in the Maker district, explosives, dangerous weaponry and Earth music that bordered on the audio-receptor grating with all its high cords. The high-spirits seemed to have found themselves a fountain in them, always pouring out and infecting anyone around them with a good mood, well, except if that one was Ratchet but he'd always tended to enjoy his peace and quiet above all.
"Solarflare, she is, in one word, smart. Smarter than you'd think any Maker could be. From what I could pick up on she even somehow studied at the same place Ratchet did. It's almost like looking at a femme version of a mix between him and Optimus, a leader that can keep their helm cool in a crisis and mend you up after she tore you a new one on what you did was stupid and risky."
Musing on the white and green femme, Arcee wondered how she could have endured having lost so much and yet kept herself from falling apart. Her bondmate had been offlined unjustly, her livelihood taken away, her planet ravaged by war with so many innocents caught in the fray and yet she found the strength to raise two sparklings on her own. It was obvious she worried a little too much for her own good but losing even more didn't seem to be an option, not if Solarflare could help it.
"You'd have enjoyed Radical, by the way. He's a sweet sparkling, well, a somewhat-sparkling. The poor mech can't age despite being almost the same age as Mayhem and yet he didn't let that keep him from doing what he likes. He's great with technology, hacking and everything that involves a computer. You could have had a lot more fun if he was around because he'd be able to have erased the evidence off of the internet. Would have saved you a lot of lectures from Fowler, that's for sure."
Radical definitely embodied the innocence of a sparkling and the sense of adventure that came with older bots. Having a Creator like Doomsday had kept him a sort of perpetual state of discovery, always looking to make things to show others that despite having a flaw he could help in ways the others could not. At first glance he seemed to be defenseless but beneath that sweet exterior laid the foundations for a great warrior, even if the fights he could take were not of the physical kind.
"Then there's Airachnid. Now there's a mystery wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. There's so much we don't know about her and yet we found ourselves relying on her… I found myself relying on her. I had my doubts but she came back for me, for real. Even if she blackmailed me with a piece of information that could drive a wedge between me and Silverbot."
"Speaking of… lastly there's Silverbot. He's, erm… he's the actual opposite of what you'd expect a triple-changer to be, just goes to show that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, as humans tend to say. He can fight but he can also be the gentlest mech you'd ever laid your optics on, apparently just like his Sire, Victory."
There was something about Silverbot that stroked a chord deep within her. Something long forgotten. That mech could crush her with just a servo and yet he'd smile at her with an innocence that seemed to indicate he didn't know just how strong he could be and that made her wonder just how someone who'd grown up in a district that was renowned for being the worst in all of Cybertron could be so well-spoken and behaved. Well, aside from the usual risk-taking that came with being young and somewhat reckless.
"If there is even a small chance your spark is out there, listening, well, we really could use you Cliff. Seems like every day another Decepticon arrives on the scene. We're outnumbered and outgunned." Arcee's face softened and a sad smile bloomed on her faceplate. "Yeah, I know what you'd say: sounds like a fair fight. And if that's the world we live in… so be it. I just want you to know I haven't given up, I'm gonna find that took you from us."
Gathering herself the two-wheeler put her hand on top of the monument of piled up rocks and said her goodbye for the day. It wasn't the time to let herself go down, not when Lockdown was out and about.
Landing on a clearing in the middle of a dense forest, Starscream turned to bipedal mode and waited for his assigned partner to appear from within the organic green hell. How he hated to be stuck with such an uncouth bottom-feeder that only had joined the Decepticons because his other option would have been termination.
Lockdown may have been renowned for his battle prowess but he was also known for double-crossing and steep pricing when it came to business. Starscream knew a traitor when he saw one and that bot was just waiting for the right moment to elevate his position. Speaking of, he saw that green and black would-be double-crosser approaching.
"Your chosen vehicle mode lacks thrust." Stated the SIC.
Seemingly not bothered by the not-so-veiled insult, the mech squared his shoulders. "Are you going to preen, oh almighty Screamer, or are you going to guide?" He said in a mocking tone.
"I will reveal the location of the Harbinger when you reveal what you're looking for."
"I'm not gonna tell you anything until I have it, so tough luck."
"Oh, you would do well to respect me, Lockdown. Before I joined Megatron I was Air Commander of a squadron of energon seekers."
"Eons ago on Cybertron. I presently am a bounty-hunter on numerous planets and galaxies."
Stumped by the insult of being called both outdated and incapable, Starscream began to think up something to try and top Lockdown. What had he done recently besides attempting to offline Megatron? He certainly couldn't use that but there was something else.
"Just recently, I personally vanquished one of Optimus Prime's fiercest warriors: Cliffjumper." Stated the seeker with pride in his voice. Yes, this would do just fine to shut up the annoyance he was forced to work alongside of.
"Really? I guess you can teach an old toaster new tricks."
"Yes, I did. Without mercy."
"The mercy Megatron should have showed you when he planned to terminate you at the mine. I wonder if he had made me Second in Command."
"What?! He told you about that?"
It hadn't been long and yet Megatron already trusted Lockdown enough to let him in on that very private moment of weakness and distress. Maybe it could have been used as a cautionary tale but still it seemed awfully personal for the Decepticon Lord to have even said anything about the mine incident. No one else knew what had happened that day and yet here was the bounty hunter taunting him with it.
Lockdown merely shrugged with a content air about him. "Turns out we have some things in common."
Starscream gritted his dentas but had to let his anger go. It was neither the time nor the place to blow up and make a fool out of himself. "The wreckage lies just beneath where we stand."
"Well then, let's find a point of entry before we rust."
The two mechs began walking the perimeter between the clearing and the trees until they found a suspiciously well-stacked pile of rocks. It was obvious someone (cough Starscream cough) had disguised the way down by piling up the rocks on top of each other in an attempt to discourage any humans from finding the Harbinger by accident.
It hadn't taken long for the Decepticons to make their way down a tunnel and into the actual ship itself. Lockdown had taken the lead while Starscream lagged behind, not wanting to get stabbed on the back. Literally.
The hallways were rusted and falling apart from eons of abandonment, datapads knocked over here and there along with smashed miscellaneous objects littered the floors but, apart from that, the vessel seemed to have held up fine. The ceiling wasn't collapsing on itself so that was a good sign.
"Suit yourself, I conducted a thorough investigation of this husk years ago." The SIC said in a condescending tone before rounding a corner to see Lockdown accessing a nearby computer system. "What are you doing?!"
"Accessing the cargo manifest, as you obviously should have done during your 'thorough investigation'." Said the grounder in a mocking voice, never taking his optics off the screens.
"Idiot. The ship's systems haven't been activated for eons, the Autobots could detect its energy signature."
"No matter, we can deal with them. Here it is, section twenty-three."
"And that was the last time I ever did my paintjob with glow-in-the-dark paint." Doomsday ecstatically grinned as she finished her story.
The week had been a rather slow one after the Decepticon mine incident, so there had been nothing to do besides patrolling the Nevada desert or staying inside and making their own fun. The Autobots had no problems with it, already having been accustomed to irregular patterns of activity, but the Makers had not followed along that train of thought.
By that point almost everyone had played against Radical in a wide array of games (and lost most of the time), listened to Mayhem's new guitar solo and covers of Slash Monkey, tried their luck at Praxus Hold 'em with Airachnid or at Lobbing with Mayhem and Bulkhead and even, at one of their lowest points, watched Ratchet and Solarflare debate. But nothing on that list could compare to listening to Doomsday tell stories about the 'good old days'.
The Maker district was varied in offer, with the right amount of shanix a bot could get lost in their senses for what seemed an infinite amount of time, and almost everything had happened down there.
The workers always shared the information, one could never not know who had done what, and at the epicenter of it was Stagefright, the queen of gossip and one of the top earners. Due to her nature she could not resist sharing the latest news about the clients and what services they had required, from the basic piece of armor made to the most of indiscrete of events that happened behind closed doors, and one of her very good friends had been none other than Doomsday.
"That was…" Bulkhead was at a loss for words. He wasn't even sure that the he'd just heard the Forger tell… well, he didn't even want to think about it.
Bumblebee slowly uttered a few beeps, still unsure if what he'd heard was indeed true. The poor scout was having a hard time processing the fact Radical had lived most of his life among bots that did 'things' someone respectable shouldn't even get caught mentioning.
"Yeah, that."
"Please, you two are acting worse than a couple of sparklings." Mayhem brushed aside the concerns of her teammates with disregard for the topic that had just been on the table.
"I don't think so, that story should have stopped before it even begun." Solarflare quipped from her spot on the sideline alongside Ratchet.
The Maker and Autobot doctors had been going over some medical datapads for a while but Doomsday talked loudly enough for anyone to hear. In the end, Ratchet had decided to call it a day and headed for the main console while leaving Solarflare to study the datapads alone, but it had been a challenge when, every once in a while, loud laughter could be heard.
"Oh, come on, the first time I ever told that story was when Radical was still young." The Forger giggled as she remembered the older times with the whole crew of workers.
"My point exactly."
"So? I never kept it a secret what I did."
"Some things aren't meant to be said."
Out of the blue a beeping sound began coming from the console Ratchet had settled himself at and the Cybertronians were quick to leave all other points of conversation behind to focus on what was happening. When any sort of alarm rang out it was never a good sign and it wouldn't be then that it would begin to be good.
"Optimus, our scanners have detected a Decepticon energy profile. But it's ancient." The medbot stated while looking at the map.
It was odd that such an old signal would suddenly come to life but stranger things had happened. They'd never though they would find Maker on Earth and yet here they were, with six extra Cybertronians living at the base.
Optimus approached his teammate and carefully pondered what the signal could pertain to. "The past has a way of catching up with the present, Ratchet."
Mayhem didn't waste any time in attempting to insert herself into the conversation. "Can I-"
"No!" Solarflare promptly interrupted her daughter.
"Mom!"
"Three words: Decepticon. Mine. Incident." Said the green and white seeker, lifting a digit for each word uttered.
"Sucks to be you." Silverbot chortled and put a hand on his sister's shoulder.
"Oh, you're not going either."
"What?!" Why?! Why did he always have to suffer for Mayhem´s misdeeds?! "But you promised to go easy on punishments!"
"I did, but I need someone to keep an optic on your sister and I trust you the most."
"That still sounds like a punishment. Doomsday could do it too."
"She's staying but I'll be going. Airachnid is nowhere to be found… as usual, so I need someone here strong enough to take her down if she attempts something."
"Wait, does that mean you don't trust me to watch her?" Said Forger piped in with a confused look.
It hadn´t been often but she had sometimes taken care of Mayhem while Solarflare was ´unavailable´ for the time being. Doomsday had actually enjoyed being around a smaller version of Solarflare, even if the color scheme was totally different. It reminded her of the time she´d taken care of her friend when she was still a sparkling at the request of Marmoreal. The Forger had a way with sparklings of a certain age, their propensity for mischief and curious nature making them a perfect pair for her.
Solarflare gave her friend a deadpan look. "No."
Shrugging, Doomsday nodded and resigned herself to being designated too irresponsible for such a seemingly simple task. "I have to say, ouch. But still, fair enough, my reputation really precedes me."
Starscream and Lockdown kept on walking down the path laid out by the computer. The bounty-hunter still took the lead with his bigger strides, not minding to be the one in charge. In fact, he enjoyed it very much.
After a short walk the two mechs rounded a corner, only to be greeted with an abrupt end.
"Section 23 should have been right about here." Lockdown crossed his arms and shook his helm. "Well, frag me, the ship must have broken in half."
Starscream smirked. He´d already known about that but had chosen to keep the information on a ´need to know basis´. "If you performed actual research you would have learned that an Autobot battalion shot the Harbinger out of the sky."
Turning around to face the SIC, the bounty hunter snarled in an attempt to intimidate the smaller mech. "Where is the other half?"
"What was it that you said before? 'Tough luck', was it?" The seeker didn´t have time to gloat much after that, however, because he suddenly found himself on the ground, his limbs stuck to his frame by a white sticky thread-like substance. "What are you-?!"
"If you're trying to make me look like a fool before Megatron, Screamer, I'm afraid that won't fly with me so easily."
Lockdown looked at the seeker lying on the ground. He would not be bested by someone with no wits about himself and such a coward that he could only strike when his opponent´s back was turned. He´d been trained by the best, had bested the best and made a name for himself in and out of Cybertron, so there was no way that it would be then that his reputation would be put into question.
"How dare you accuse me?! You're nothing but a scavenger, an opportunist!"
"That's where you're wrong. I'm a business mech, a strong warrior that will serve the highest bidder. Compared to you, I am the better bot overall since I do not turn on the servo that feeds me."
"Perhaps, but I've changed, seen the error of my ways. I live to serve Megatron, now."
The green and black mech pointed a blaster at the Decepticon SIC. "You won't live for much longer if you do not tell me where the rest of the ship is."
Fearing for his life, Starscream complied. "A few clicks north from here through a stone arch. Now release me!"
"In due time, wannabe Lord Screamer. But maybe I'll just get lost without my guide. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
Turning his back, Lockdown began walking away while laughing. He had no intention of ever returning, maybe if Megatron asked where Starscream was rusting at, but, then again, he could also ´finish the job´ and rise through the ranks. It had been a while since any decent bounties had come by anyway, so why not for once lay back and enjoy the easy life for a change?
"This is not funny, Lockdown! Come back here and cut me loose. Lockdown! That is an order! I am your commanding officer! LOCKDOWN!"
"Look what we have here." Said Bulkhead in a light tone.
Starscream looked up and quickly realized what trouble he was in. "You have got to be kidding me."
Team Prime (minus Ratchet) along with Solarflare had arrived at the site and at first found nothing. It had been weird because the signal was clearly coming from that area, but there was nothing in sight besides the tall tree of the Forest beyond the clearing. Looking up they wondered if the signal was hovering right above their helms without them knowing but it seemed rather unlikely.
It had actually been Solarflare´s idea to search not up but down. She had then found a tunnel wide enough for everyone to pass through and, to their surprise, the team suddenly found themselves inside a huge ship that seemed to be of a really old model. Like beginning of the war old.
The ship´s hallways seemed like a maze, so it had taken a little while for them to decide which direction to head to, but, in the end, the search had paid off in the form of a tightly bound Starscream lying helpless on the floor.
"I thought Mayhem said you left him in the cave." Solarflare turned to Arcee in confusion.
The two-wheeler shrugged and took in the sight of one of their most powerful enemies just… there. "Apparently Megatron still has his uses for him."
Bumblebee pointed at the webs enveloping the seeker and noted how they were very similar to Airachnid´s. The spider-femme couldn't be found since that morning, so maybe she had been doing some exploring. Maybe she had been there but why he couldn´t phantom.
"Yes, that is indeed strange. But Airachnid was most definitely not responsible for this." Optimus noted with a thinking look in his optics. Was there even a possibility that someone like their resident wall-crawler inhabited Earth?
"Lockdown…" Arcee whispered, her optics widening as she turned around to run outside.
"Arcee!" The Autobot Leader was surprised to see the femme take off so fast and the only thing he could do was run after her, hoping she would not try to engage the enemy by herself.
Bulkhead, Bumblebee Solarflare were left behind, wondering what had just happened, when the white and green seeker had a thought. Where had she heard that name before? It was awfully familiar. The more she thought about it the more the memory seemed to come to the surface and suddenly there was light. She knew who he was!
"Wait… Lockdown? As in the bounty hunter?" Solarflare asked the two Autobots.
"Yeah. I thought you knew he was here on Earth." Bulkhead confirmed the suspicions the seeker had.
Bumblebee nodded along.
"I most definitely was not! When did he even get here?!" Oh, Airachnid had some questions to answer but those could wait until she was back at the base. "No matter, we can deal with it later, now we have a seeker on our servos that isn't here for just nothing."
"Well, you heard the ladybot. Come on, move it!" The wrecker picked up Starscream and shoved him towards the exit.
Starscream could do nothing more than comply with the rough handling from his captors. Not only had he been double-crossed by Lockdown he was now held captive by the Autobots and unable to fly away. It seemed that even when changing his ways his luck remained just the same.
Outside, Optimus caught up to Arcee, noting how she kept looking everywhere for any signs of her enemy. Her movements were quick and she seemed desperate to find even a sliver of evidence that Lockdown was still somewhere nearby, but the bounty-hunter seemed to be long gone.
"Arcee, you know better than to engage the enemy alone." Said the Prime as he approached her from behind.
"Not him. Not after what he did to Tailgate." Those memories would always haunt her. Her partner, her friend, offlined as he laid there, helpless and suffering for so long… "And it's not like I found him, he's gone."
"Revenge will not bring back those we have lost, is that understood?"
Arcee turned away and closed her optics. She was very well aware her plans would not bring anyone back, but at least they would ease her conscience that the monster that had taken away her partner would not live to take away anyone else´s lives. All she wanted was to have her spark at easy once and for all and that would not happen as long as Lockdown´s spark kept on pulsing.
"Move it!" Came Bulkhead´s voice not far from the two Autobots.
The wrecker was pushing Starscream ahead to meet up with Optimus and Arcee, not taking any care in the slightest, preferring to use brute force to make the seeker compliant with his demands. That Decepticon had haunted them for so long it was high time for reparations, starting with not caring a damn if he was comfortable or not as a prisoner.
"No need to use force." One last push and Starscream found himself kneeling on the harsh ground. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."
"Is that right? And what do you want in return?"
"I want to be… on your side."
"On our side?! HA! And I've been lobbing with The Fallen."
"You wouldn't betray the Decepticons." Arcee dryly noted.
"Wouldn't I? What have they done for me lately besides humiliate me, spy on me, demote me? Megatron tried to extinguish my spark in cold blood then all but replaced me with that filthy treacherous Lockdown. He abandoned me! Left me for scrap! So why not rat them out?"
"Don't believe a word he tells you." Solarflare took a spot besides Optimus and glared at the captured mech. "Decepticons are nothing but liars and double-crossers."
Starscream growled and attempted to flex his wings in a threatening gesture. "And how would you know that, Maker? Last I remember your kind fled before the war even started."
"A war no Maker had any part in to begin with."
The Prime made a motion for the team to gather, leaving Bumblebee with his blaster pointed at their prisoner. They would need to come to a consensus on what to do with Starscream, for his knowledge of the inner working of the Decepticons ran deep. He was the SIC to Megatron and, as such, had access to all sorts of classified material.
"He's telling the truth about Megatron trying to scrap him. I saw it with my own optics." Arcee began, nodding at the kneeling seeker.
"You're not saying you actually trust Starscream?" The green wrecker made a face at the thought.
"Trust him? Never. But this may be the one time our objectives align."
"That still doesn't show us why we should trust the word of a Decepticon. Their promises are shallower than a puddle." Solarflare crossed her arms and shook her helm. She had no qualms about making her views known about their enemies. "Why are we even discussing this? He's the Second in Command for Megatron, our number one enemy!"
Optimus thought about what to do. They had a loose Lockdown out and about and their only way of catching up to him would be with the help of Starscream, but he had quite a history of double-crossing and lying to get his way, along with the fact that he was in essence their enemy. His sudden change of heart could be just a ruse to gain him enough time to think up a plan or to simply escape back to the Nemesis.
Finally, the Autobot leader made up his mind. "You both right to be weary, but I agree with Arcee."
"Optimus, you have got to be kidding me! He's a Decepticon!"
"A Decepticon he maybe, Solarflare, but one who knows where our target is headed. I will comm Ratchet for a trailer so we can transport Starscream with us."
"Well then, you can send me back while you're at it and Doomsday can take my place. I'd send Airachnid too but I have reason to believe she wouldn't be of much help here."
"Solarflare, are you really so against relying on a Decepticon? Why?"
"Yes, I am, and I have my reasons to believe they're nothing but treacherous liars."
Yes… Decepticons were only good at one thing and that was shattering one´s dreams.