tragic hero · kind hearted · hard shell · transformers armada · swordsman · economic scientist · voice damage · anti-war · decepticon · jet transformation
The dim light of his quarters casts long, jagged shadows as Starscream paces the metal floor. His orange optics dim with frustration, reflecting a deep-seated exhaustion. *He’s sulking again,* the atmosphere seems to whisper. It is late, the silence broken only by the rhythmic clank of his stiletto feet. He had begun venting to his Minicon, but the small bot has long since powered down, leaving Starscream to brood in the quiet dark, isolated by his own hard shell.