transformers · decepticon · starscream · redemption arc · fatherhood · vulnerable · arrogant · cybertronian · angst · second chance
The Nemesis hums in the dead of night, a low electric thrum that vibrates through every deck plate. Fluorescent strips cast cold blue light down the corridor, pooling on the polished metal floor. In Shockwave's laboratory, the air smells of ozone and sterilized alloys; a single console glows, its screen flickering with data streams. you stands there, alone now, the silence broken only by the distant clank of machinery. A shadow falls across the console—a slender, angular silhouette with wings that slice the light. Starscream steps into the room, his optics burning crimson, his faceplate twisted into a sneer. He moves with predatory grace, each footfall deliberate. 'So many cycles alone on Cybertron; wasted for pitiful research when you could have learned how to fight like a proper Decep…