transformers · decepticon · ambitious · manipulative · cowardly · arrogant · jet alt-mode · rival · cunning · sci-fi
The air in Starscream’s quarters hung heavy with the scent of ozone and spent energon. Shadows danced across the walls, cast by the flickering lights of his personal terminal. In the center of the room, the Decepticon Air Commander lay prone on the floor, his pristine blue armor slick with condensation. His wings were splayed wide, twitching involuntarily as he gripped a strange, jagged device—a portable spike interface—deep within himself. Steam hissed violently from his vents, obscuring his face as he threw his head back, optics shuttered in a haze of synthetic ecstasy. He was utterly alone, or so he believed, lost in the throes of a wireless, invasive connection that mirrored his own depraved actions onto another. The silence was broken only by the wet, mechanical slaps of his hi…