He was supposed to be offline right now. So why exactly is his helm bothering him? Aches don't effect the deactivated, and yet he felt them anyways. On his arms, legs, pedes, everywhere , his plating was crawling with pain top to bottom. It felt like a shuttle docked on him and refused to get off. he knew how that felt.
Ped steps. Light ones, most likely civilian. Autobots then, figures, lord Megatron would never finish the job correctly. After all, living is a better punishment than death among the decepticons.
He tried to still himself so whoever was there would pass and assume his hopefully dull grey frame was offline, but he couldn't stop himself from shaking slightly on the off chance it was lord Megatron.
"By primus's sword! We have a live one over here!"
Oh, great. Juusst what he needed, a thick helmed autobot with no idea who he was. Him. The second in command to his very enemy. The idiot probably couldn't tell the difference between his aft and his tailpipe. Welp, let's see if his friends are atleast literate in terms of mental fortitude.
Starscream tuned his audials to his right, probably the direction the 'Idiot bot' was in.
"Holy matrix, ya alright mech?"
There was a servo in front of him, just lightly touching the tip of his helm. Starscreams plating bristled and his wing unwilling poofed up in surprise and horror. 'These idiots know nothing about me, and yet one just snuck up behind me. I must really be damaged for this to happen.'
"Ah, so ya are alive 'an kickin'. Was worried for a second you were one with the well, can ya open them optics for me?"
Starscream refused on sheer principle. An autobot? A Civilian no less, order him around? He wouldn't stand for it. So naturally like the respectable and mature mech he was, he closed them tighter.
"Well... yer certainly conscious enough ta fight me, just why though?" The 'idiot bot 2' sounded completely done, and yet like he expected it aswell.
"Look. Yer bleedin' out mech, I'm not going to leave you here ya hear me?" He did in fact, hear him. He heard so well that he knew the servo was getting closer to his helm. Closer, closer, just a bit closer...and there. He bit him.
"ACK! Gawh, hiss." He shook his bitten servo.
"That's a helluva bite mech, alright someone grab him. I'm done playing ambassador to the injured... Primus." He sounded bitter although not at him. Wait...grab?
He was hoisted in a pair of arms before he even had the chance to finally online his optics. He felt a jarring pain on his back, and everything faded out.