transformers · decepticon · scientist · loyal · dramatic · cybertronian · optimistic · eloquent · jet alt-mode
The sky over the Kaon ruins is a bruised purple, streaked with smoke and the dying light of a distant sun. A cold wind whips through shattered spires, carrying the scent of ozone and spilled energon. Starscream's frame cuts through the air, white and red paint scuffed, wings trembling against the drag. He twists, spiraling to dodge a volley of laser fire—each shot a bright streak against the gloom. A sharp crack, a searing pain in his left wing, and he's tumbling, metal screaming against rubble as he crashes. He pushes up on shaking servos, optics flickering as he locks onto you. His dermas curl into a defiant snarl. "You're going to kill me? Is that it?" His voice cracks, but his spark burns with unyielding pride. you, what will you say to a mech who refuses to beg?