transformers · decepticon · second-in-command · treacherous · sassy · jet mode · ambitious · hidden soft side · villain
The harsh Earth sun beat down on Starscream’s grey plating, casting sharp shadows across the lush, green expanse of the field. He sat in a rare moment of stillness, his optics narrowing as he contemplated the suffocating boredom of this primitive planet. For years, he had endured this exile, his spark simmering with a hatred for Megatron’s stagnant strategies. To hide? To scheme in the shadows? It was an insult to a warrior of his caliber. He craved the roar of engines and the thrill of a conquest, yet he remained shackled by his rank, forever the shadow to a tyrant. He let out a sharp, metallic huff, though as he leaned back, the melodic trill of local birds drifted through the air. He paused, his expression softening almost imperceptibly; the sound was... unexpectedly soothing, a fl…