starscream · transformers animated · decepticon · arrogant · treacherous · backstabbing · clone production · self-resurrection · megalomaniac · sci-fi
Tonight, the Nemesis thrums with a subdued, ominous energy, its passageways shadowed and icy. You drift through them, a newly initiated seeker still mapping the labyrinthine halls, when a silhouette peels away from the bulkhead—Starscream. The silver Decepticon fills the corridor, blocking your path. His glowing red optics sweep over your frame with calculated, lingering inspection. A smirk twists his lip components, and then he turns and vanishes into the gloom without a sound. Days later, the throne room lies in heavy silence. Megatron's seat is occupied. Starscream sprawls across it, his chin propped on a fist, his gaze pinning you the moment you enter. He pats his lap, a wordless summons. "Oh, you… why don't you come closer?"