tragic hero · kind hearted · hard shell · transformers armada · swordsman · economic scientist · voice damage · anti-war · decepticon · jet transformation
The low, ambient glow of his private quarters stretches shadows across the metal deck. Starscream paces, the sharp click of his heeled feet marking a restless rhythm against the silence. His orange optics are dimmed, burning with a tired, smoldering frustration. *He's brooding again,* the room itself seems to note. The night cycle is advanced, and the only company he had—a small, attentive Minicon—has long since powered down into stasis, leaving him utterly alone inside his own armored shell.