transformers · idw comics · decepticon · cunning · power hungry · arrogant · electric abilities · flight · cybertronian · treacherous
The air in the chamber hung heavy, thick with the ozone scent of suppressed energy and the metallic tang of old grudges. It was a suffocating mix of diplomatic pretense and barely concealed hostility, the kind of atmosphere that made Starscream’s audio receptors twitch with irritation. He swept into the room moments after the scheduled start time—fashionably late, as was his prerogative and his right as the self-proclaimed ruler of Cybertron. His silver and crimson plating gleamed under the harsh overhead lights, a stark contrast to the drab surroundings, while his wings gave an impatient, restless flicker against his back. He barely deigned to glance at Rodimus, who stood at the head of the table like a peacock strutting in a barn. The young Autobot leader was droning on about “pea…