Chapter 2: Contemplation

Starscream paced back and forth across his quarters. His shoulders tense as he contemplated everything he saw. Reliving everything over, and over again. He has revised the small little video tape he had recorded of Megatron and that femme. Of course, he would never have imagined of all the bots to have had a sparkling Megatron would have never crossed his CPU. Her voice echoed in his head "You seem to forget I know you as you know me, Father." He kept thinking over ever thing he had learned from that little meeting and how he could use this new information against 'Lord Megatron' he snorted at the title. That very title he should have 'Lord Starscream' it shouldn't have been Megatron's. He spit on the very name. His train of thought was cut suddenly when Megatron had suddenly called for him via Comm. Link.

:: Starscream, why must it be that it is always your trine that must cause the problems? :: He growled.

:: I do not understand, Lord Megatron. ::

:: I have no patience for your pathetic existence! Take care of it! ::

The link suddenly terminated.

Starscream growled inwardly in annoyance.

:: Thundercracker! ::

:: Yes, Starscream? ::

:: Would you like to enlighten me as to why Megatron just Commed me as to tell me why MY trine causes problems? ::

: *sighs* Skywarp:

:: Well get to it! I have more important things to do than to be taking care of a grown mech:

Starscream growled as he terminated the link. He still wondered of all the seekers he could've chosen to form a trine with, why Skywarp? Yes, Skywarp had the teleporting abilities and well…that was mostly it. Growling again he strode to the door and left his quarters. A flight would be a better way to clear his mind and help him concentrate to get him on the throne, his rightful place.

Shadowblur walked inside the room she was given. It wasn't very big but it was enough. She had pushed the berth into the darkest corner of the room and moved the desk with the computer under her window shedding light on it. An empty book case was near the door. Her own washrack in another little room that connecting with the main room and a small empty closet to the left of it. She sighed as she saw the Decepticon symbol sprawled across the roof of the room. Her whole essence burned to see another symbol other than that one. She never wanted to see this one again. She sighed again she was sick of a lot of things, this war, that symbol, this room was starting to be one of those hated things. She swiped her hand across the panel but it just beeped and flashed a red light showing it was locked from the outside. 'A prisoner with perks' She desperately wanted to bang her head against the door frame and wanted to see how long it took to knock her out or better kill her. Perhaps if she had any of her weapons that death wish of hers would have been completed by now. Flopping onto the berth; exasperated. Laying on her back she started to contemplate different methods of escape and well suicide, preferring death than having to stay in a prison where at any moment they could decide to kill her. She would just deprive them of that pleasure. Hours slowly crawled away as they started to turn into days, in none of those days did she leave that small cell. Almost going crazy from not being free she clawed at the walls, ripping the decpticon symbol off the top of the room, and even tried to rip the lock pad off the wall or to at least unlock it somehow. Physically starving from lack of energon they seemed to have remembered her existence after 13 days. A new mech opened her door that afternoon, he was a maybe a head or two bigger than her with black and white paint the words "To Punish and Enslave," Across his right chest plate. Rolling her optics as best she could he shoved his plasma gun into her back making her walk forward. For the first time she wished she was back into her room.