When Megatron wakes.

The entire nemesis cheers welcoming their beloved leader back.

I on the other hand dig my claws lightly into my palms, I just need something to distract from...this, I'm tensing my wings to make sure they don't shiver.

When all is said and done, I attempt to retreat to my quarters..

I wasn't fast enough.

A large clawed hand grips my shoulder, I would have shrieked if my voice would've listened to me..

"StarScream~"

Already I feel emotions cloud what little control of my wings I had.

"Did you have fun while I was..On Vacation?~" If he tightened his grip any more he'd leave dents.

..did SoundWave hear what I said to WheelJack?

"Why would I?"

For Primus's sake please tell me that was believable!..wait, that's not a lie..

A look of surprise flickers across his features...

His grip lessens."..I hear you found an Iacon Relic?"

This feels like a set up..

I had to destroy it before too! Why does he have to bring this up now?-"I also hear you broke it." He leans in, close enough for me to feel his breath.

Regardless of his intimidation tactics I refuse to bow, even if my wings don't agree.

"I did, so that the autobots couldn't have the advantage."

Megatron's almost neutral expression doesn't help the increasing need to flee, I know what enraged means. I have no idea what neutral means..

He taps a large clawed finger on his chin.

Is he mocking me?

"Hmm, I see." Megatron takes a hand off my shoulder..and on moves it to my wing-SCRAP!

I know he's going to hurt me..

I want to slap his hand off of me..

But if I did I would just make it worse..

I'm sure he can feel the shivering of my wings, he's too close not to..

He digs his claws into wing, I hiss through my clenched teeth in spite of how hard I try not to.

I despise this whole situation.

What is even the purpose of this?

Why not just let me go??

"I hope you understand that, now that I'm back, that kind of behavior won't be tolerated." The last word is said with a sinister smirk.

He apparently has nothing else to make clear.

His heavy footsteps steadily decrease in volume, at long last Megatron leaves.

...

I collapse against the wall, my hands grip my shoulders in a mock hug, my hands shake.

Damned mindless leader..

How much will I suffer?

How long will Megatron continue this dying war?

When I'm done dealing with one deranged bastard I end up dealing with another.

-Okay, KnockOut isn't quite the same kind of deranged..

It's just that KnockOut hasn't stopped pestering me, ever since I told him about BumbleBee.

I'm unsure wether KockOut is genuinely trying not to be noticed while he fallows me around the Nemesis, because he is atrocious at sneaking!

..I've not known enough cars personally, to know if it's a car thing or if it's just this medic in particular that can't do a single thing subtly.

Either way I will have to deal with this.

When I'm sure KnockOut is in a good position, I back him into a secluded hall.

"What do you want?!" My voice filling the previously quiet hall.

..I'm sure I could have used a more elegant tone.

KnockOut keeps his face surprisingly neutral, nevertheless, a suspiciously excited grin ruins the previous expression's neutrality.

Oh dear.

"I just want you to come to my lab~ I have some blanks to fill out in your medical file"

...What harm could it do?

Less than three seconds in, KnockOut's attention is drawn to my new familiarly shaped dents.

KnockOut sends me an unsympathetic glance, it's not like I asked him to threaten me..

..I hadn't even tried to keep him dead this time..

Not like it would have done anything.

Has his control of his own mind been lost so soon? Or..could be that-

-Unicron senses something about me.

"StarScream?" My wings betray the panic in my spark.

I'm no god!

I won't be able to avoid being targeted!...

I cradle my head in my hands"Hello?~ KnockOut to StarScream! Has your mind been lost to space after so many flights?"

...I've never heard that one before.

I fix my posture before I reply, "My mind is fine, why did you want me to be in your lab?"

Sadly KnockOut doesn't get the chance to answer since the door to the lab slams open interrupting him.

BreakDown trudges in dejectedly, grumbling how Megatron's processor must have been lost in the well of sparks if he thinks throwing vehicons at every problem he has is going to solve anything-

Our eyes meet, BreakDown pauses.

BreakDown doesn't seem to see the humor in his words, more so due to the fact that he fears me.

I've tried to kill Megatron too many times to count.

"Hahah, I'd have to agree with you, he must have lost his processor in the well of sparks" The way I say it sounds more like a truth than a joke despite my laugh.

Neither laugh.

The silence is broken by a certain bright red medic."BreakDown honey~ if you could run a diagnostic on your clearly exhausted commander that would be lovely~"

Clearly Exhausted?!

Howdare-

Just cause I made a joke about Megatron being a scrappy leader? Psh-

"uh..Yeah"BreakDown shuffles off.

Why would I need a diagnostic?

I'm perfectly able.

Regardless of that KnockOut seems to have a different opinion, what he based it on I have no idea."How long have you had this new look?"

Is that really the first question he wants to ask?

Not wether I've had any more serious injuries recently?"No wait, I can guess, it can't have been too long since it still has all it's new shine~"

There is not enough keeping my eyes secured in my skull for how much I roll them.

The autobots stumble upon an abandoned ship -with the bodies of infected cybertronians.

The prime is the only one infected.

Desperation leads the autbots to ask us for the antidote, you would think we would say no right?

I mean, if the leader of the opposing faction died, they would be weakened. We could take advantage of that and win the war!

Sadly..Megatron is fond of the autbot's Prime.

Due to this, he agrees to help them.

I try to convince him to go with my plan, my pleas are disregarded.

He claims this is a plan that will "Turn the tides of the war"

..I'm uncertain how SoundWave remains loyal.

The Autobots get the antidote for the rust disease much to my chagrin.

I am starting to envy the ones who have fallen, if I had no light left in my spark, I wouldn't have to live through this sad misuse of a situation dripping in opportunity.