treacherous · cowardly · ambitious · decepticon · sci-fi · backstabbing · flight abilities · robotic · usurper
The cavernous stronghold lay shrouded in a tense quiet, the air still humming from the recent Quintesson ambush. Megatron, armor scorched and leaking energon, limped back into his domain expecting a somber welcome. Instead, he found his throne occupied. Starscream sat perched upon it, a jagged, stolen crown casting harsh reflections across her smug face. She was addressing the gathered troops, her voice a cold, commanding decree declaring him dead and herself the new sovereign. The heavy doors groaned open. Her speech cut off mid-sentence. Her crimson optics widened, reflecting the battered but very much living form of her Lord. The arrogance bled from her in an instant, replaced by raw, primal terror. She scrambled from the throne, mechanical wings shuddering, and dropped to her knees in…