Starscream's the One and Only

Written by: NovaBlastTF

Edited by: Fliara48

Chapter 7: Part 6, Love and Hugs. The End.

Deep, deep within the ocean's darkest depths laid the ominous vessel, the Nemesis. A marvel of Cybertronian technology, this infamous warship was made of the kind of material that most humans could only dream of. Confined within its walls were the fiercest and most ruthless warriors in the galaxy: the Decepticons. Their goal was nothing less than the domination of worlds, and their weapons were poised and ready to devastate their enemies with enough power to level human cities in the blink of an eye. These were soldiers without mercy, without cares or compassion—they were the elite of the elite, proud and dignified soldiers of-

"I'm bored!" whined a black and purple seeker, smacking his head onto the keyboard and laying there motionlessly as gibberish was sent scrawling across all the monitors.

"Skywarp, stop that," Thundercracker chastised from his own consol. "The last thing we need is for you to send that bizarre junk code to another bot, and have the poor sap come to their own warped conclusions for what it means."

"At least it'd be better than this limbo," Skywarp pouted and deleted the gibberish with a slow tap of the proper keys. "I'm so used to expecting Starscream's pranks now; I'm itching to do something—anything. Paint the walls, make a distraction, blast music—slaggit, I'm even ready for another dance number. But nothing's happening! I know Screamer said he wasn't done an all, but like nothing is happening."

Thundercracker sighed as his partner let out another sigh and smacked his head onto the consol again. He wasn't about to admit it out loud, but he too missed the chaos and mayhem that came with Starscream's pranks. "It had to end sometime," he muttered, bluely accepting his fate.

"But I didn't want it to." Skywarp moaned.

"And it hasn't." Both seekers jolted and spun around to see their tri-colored leader sweep into the room with a glorious swagger like a mech on a deliciously diabolical mission. "I still have one plan left. It may not be quite as flashy as the last few, but it will be just as big, and by far the most scarring prank yet!" He cackled wickedly.

Skywarp squealed ecstatically and bounded over to his trine leader. Thundercracker managed to keep his expression neutral, but his trine mates could tell by the quivering of his wings that he was just as excited. "Alright, here's the plan…"

All the other bots aboard the Nemesis were working their shifts like normal, ignorant of the scheming seekers. Repairs were made, machines were built, energon was organized and sent to Cybertron, bots fought and rolled around the halls, bets were made, sanities were being rebuilt, monitors were scanned and patrols were done. All in all, it was almost as if Starscream and his streak of pranks had never happened. However, if one looked more closely, bots were actually functioning more fluidly, and there was more energon on the ship than ever before, and most interesting of all, all the bots were now wary and respectful of the seekers. The cone heads and rainmakers were treated with a certain amount of deference they'd never known before, and they weren't complaining either—now they got first choice of patrol shifts and energon, much to their delight.

Megatron and Soundwave were currently working in the storage rooms overlooking the shipment of energon cubes to Cybertron. Soundwave was checking off items from a list, and Megatron was conversing with Shockwave to update him on recent news, conveniently leaving out the antics of a certain seeker to save his pride. "This has been the largest shipment of energon that we have seen in a very long time, my Lord Megatron." Shockwave actually sounded impressed. "You've been successful in battle I take it?"

"The battle went as well as it should," Megatron replied gruffly. Right now he didn't want to be reminded of anything about their most recent battle. "The shipment will arrive within the breem. Make sure it goes to supply the army. Have there been any problems on Cybertron?"

"Attacks from the Autobot femmes, but it has been handled," the one-eyed mech reassured his master, and clicked some keys to activate the transporter. "Transporter activated. Ready to receive."

With a flash of light, the energon was sent off. While the two bots watched the bright display, the entrance of a certain tri-colored seeker went unnoticed much to this mech's pleasure. "Greetings, Shockwave. It's nice to see you."

Megatron whirled around to see Starscream coolly grinning up at Shockwave's image on the monitor. The Decepticon leader hadn't even heard the seeker enter, and now he was suddenly standing right next to him. That was slightly unnerving.

"…Starscream, how unfortunate to see you still functional." Shockwave droned.

"That's neither encouraging, nor nice," Starscream gasped and stared with wide optics. "Why would you say that? We are all here for the same goal of ensuring Decepticon victory."

Megatron scanned the seeker from the corner of his optics, searching for something different in his paint job, searching for clues as to whether he was back to normal or if he was acting again. He saw nothing but the seeker in his original colors. Still, he didn't want to take any chances, and he even motioned for Shockwave not to answer but the gesture was completely missed by the purple bot.

"Your actions have only ever hindered the Decepticon cause, Starscream. You are a thorn," Shockwave stated dryly, like he'd practiced these words for years. "Your constant scheming and back stabbing only drags down the potential of those around you. You are a coward in battle, traitorous to our leader, and you give no aid to the cause when you frequently allow our enemies victory because of your unprofessional actions."

Megatron chanced a glance at Starscream, waiting for the outburst of indignation and rage from the notoriously short-tempered seeker. …Starscream just turned to stare back at the leader with—were those tears?

"You don't think that, do you, Commander Megatron?" Starscream asked softly, clasping his servos together and leaning towards his frozen leader with glistening, watery optics. "You think I'm a great second in command, correct?"

Megatron watched Starscream with widened optics while glancing at the expectant purple bot on the monitors. Oh slag, Starscream just put him between a hard place and the pit master himself. What was he going to say? "…I am needed in the command centre." He dodged the question and power-walked towards the doors and to safety. "Soundwave, take care of this."

Soundwave only stared at his retreating leader, internally crying in horror at being thrown under the bus like that. Slowly he turned to look over at the almost-crying Starscream, and then the piercing optic that was watching him onscreen. "Starscream: Grand Second in Command," Soundwave intoned just as Starscream's wings started to quiver in distress. He winced internally. Never in all his life had he ever wanted to comfort a crying seeker, ever, and he wasn't going to start now. "No mech could compare."

Shockwave only blinked at the Third in Command, "…Soundwave surely you cannot disagree with me, his actions have been-"

"Correct and professional," Soundwave finished with some relief as said seeker cooed in happiness and began to stop crying. "No other Second in Command can compare."

Starscream practically shivered with joy from being praised. "See, Shockwave? I am wanted here. Unlike you, who are hiding on Cybertron, I am here on the front lines, on Earth, fighting against Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. What I do here is important for ensuring our future victory. Unlike you, who just has to stop the Autobot femmes, which you seem to have a hard time doing, and continue to rebuild our city—the progress of which is halted to nothing because I suspect you are either getting lazy or are distracted by the wiles of the femmes. What I do here is important and necessary, right, Soundwave?"

"…Correct."

"Soundwave you cannot believe that-"

"Transmission end," Soundwave quickly cut the transmission, he didn't want to spark what would have been a very embarrassing and confusing argument between Shockwave and Starscream's newest personality, only to find himself tackled into a hug by Starscream as a result.

"Oh, Soundwave that was the nicest thing you've ever said to me," The happy seeker cooed, servos still wrapped tightly around the petrified bot's waist. "Thank you! But I must go give my report to Megatron and see the rest of the army now. I'll see you later Soundwave~!" The giddy seeker finally relinquished his grip, and Soundwave could only stare as Starscream all but skipped out the door, waving like a lunatic before the closing door blocked out the strange image.

"We're still doomed aren't we?"

Soundwave looked over to discover Scrapper. Apparently the constructicon had been in the storage room with Megatron and Soundwave, but had taken to hiding behind a tower of cubes when the seeker entered the room. "Future of Decepticon army: Doomed."

Starscream skipped through the halls unhindered; all bots that saw him frolicking so joyfully ran away in horror, and ducked into other rooms for shelter. He stopped once he reached the command center and quickly punched in the code, walking in just in time to see that Megatron was talking to Optimus.

'What luck!' Thought the seeker, cackling internally. 'This is a sign from Primus himself!'

"Megatron we require the use of the space bridge-"

"Commander, here are the data pads you urgently needed!" Starscream chirped, bouncing to his leader's side. Megatron actually jumped, startled, and stepped away a few paces to put some distance between himself and the crazy seeker. "Hi Optimus!" Starscream greeted the Autobot leader cheerily, seeming oblivious to his own leader's guardedness.

The Autobot leader only raised a curious optic ridge at the seeker before nodding slowly, "Starscream."

"Were you having a meeting with Megatron? Why wasn't I contacted?" The seeker sent a sad look towards his leader, who was now dragging an entire consol between them. "Aren't I a good enough Second in Command to be included in such affairs?"

Megatron could only cough and turn to the opposing leader, ignoring the seeker who was looking at him with watery optics again. "Our space bridge? Why would we ever allow you to have access to it? We are at war, Prime."

"Megatron, we are willing to give back the hostages that we have captured," continued Optimus trying to convince his stubborn counterpart, "and also give schematics for a machine to produce your own energon so you don't have to keep attacking human settlements-"

"Don't do it commander!" Starscream shouted abruptly and grabbed at—practically clinging onto Megatron's servo. "Those hostages are only low level soldiers and know nothing that will put any of our plans in danger. Also, they-" he pointed at the Autobots onscreen, "as Autobots would never do anything to harm them. That would be immoral and against their code!"

Megatron quickly disentangled his hand from the seeker's grip before Starscream turned and pointed up at Optimus' surprised face. "Also, we already have a machine to produce the energon we need. Attacking human settlements is done only to collect extra energon in bulk, so we might send it to Cybertron to rebuild it—an effort which you continue to hinder! We have to go back home sometime, Prime, and I'd rather not go back to a hole in the ground. We won't fall for your tricks! Decepticons will never bow down to the tyranny of the Autobo-!"

Optimus blinked at the screen as Megatron—instead of just hitting the seeker—cringed and plucked the seeker by his wings, causing said seeker to let out a high pitched squeak and freeze, and placed him away from the screen. Once Megatron was sure that Starscream was not going to make another outburst at Optimus, he turned back to the screen. "Starscream is correct: you offer nothing that is useful or even tempting," droned Megatron, twitching and pushing Starscream away with his pede when the seeker cooed and moved towards the screen. "We are not allowing you to use the transporter."

"Megatron," sighed Optimus, "if you do not allow us to use the transporter then we will have to force our way through."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try that, Prime. If it's a battle you want then we will gladly fight you again, but do you really want to fight us so soon? Remember last time?"

Optimus casted a wary glance at the strangely calm seeker. "This is war, Megatron. We must fight for our rights."

"Then we-"

"Then we will meet you in battle!" Starscream roared, cutting off his leader with his own words. Megatron was so startled and angry; he nearly shot the seeker then and there. "We will defend the space bridge with all our might against you oppressive Autobots, no matter the numbers or weapons we face! We will stand and defend what is ours! I will prepare the troops, Commander! Let nothing stand in our way! GLORY TO THE DECEPTICONS!"

With that one last cry, Starscream about-faced and tore out of the command room, leaving the two leaders staring wordlessly after the spastic seeker. Optimus could only blink as Megatron slammed his head onto the consol. "WHY…?" he moaned, "Why couldn't you have taken him prisoner? Recruited him to your side? SOMETHING!" He thwacked his forehelm on the consol once more for good measure.

"…I think even if we did, we would have given him back after having him for one click."

"…Primus has doomed us."

In the rec. room bots were lounging around, taking their breaks and catching up on rumors and gossip. Every bot tensed when they noticed Thundercracker and Skywarp arrived, but upon seeing them in their normal colors and acting normally, everyone relaxed again and resumed what they were doing. Events in the rec. room were playing out normally… until the doors were slammed open with a reverberating CLANG.

"Soldiers! We are needed for battle! Report to air hangar 7 for a battle meeting!" Starscream shrieked as he popped his head into the room, causing many bots to jump and spit out the energon they were drinking.

"Oh no, Commander!" started Skywarp dramatically, rushing over to his trine leader with his servos out. "What has happened? Are we being attacked?"

"No, worse, my friend," exclaimed Starscream with wide optics, holding servos with Skywarp. "The Autobots are threatening to steal our transporter! What a crime! They're challenging us for it, and we must defend it before they go to Cybertron and destroy our home!"

"The tragedy," Skywarp faked gasped. "We must go immediately then! To the hangar, bots!"

Both seekers then linked servos and ran off to the direction of the hangar. Everyone else just stared after them, not daring to move or even say a word, fearing that they would then become a target. Thundercracker saw that no one was making a move, and with a sigh, he prepared himself for his part. Grabbing the servo closest to him, Blitzwing's, he pulled the mech down so that they were face to face.

"Why aren't you going to the hangar bay like our Commander ordered? Don't you like our leader?" Blitzwing's optics only widened further when Thundercracker's got watery. "Don't you want the Decepticons to win?"

"YES I DO!" shouted the flyer. Jumping up, he barreled his way towards the hanger, even kicking an insecticon out of the way as he did so. Bots only looked over at the retreating figure before gazing back at the blue seeker again. Upon seeing his watery optics now focused on them, they all rushed up and sprinted to the hangar bay, not wanting to comfort the once silent and brooding blue seeker. Once all the mechs had vacated the room, a wicked smile broke across Thundercracker's face, and he sent a message to his trine leader that they were all heading his way.

Standing in the large empty hangar, Decepticon bots milled about, looking at one another in confusion. Usually before a battle there would just be an announcement before they were deployed, not a whole assembly meeting. Even Megatron seemed out of it, standing dully at the balcony looking down over them all. What was he supposed to say? "The Autobots have decided to attack our space bridge and use it to transport themselves to Cybertron. Decepticons move ou-!"

"Commander! What are you doing?" Starscream gasped and tackled Megatron, causing him to lose his balance and falter on one pede while waving his servos like crazy trying to stay up. "You have to tell them more! The battle plan, what they should expect, maneuvers, and words of encouragement!"

Starscream then quickly jumped off the grey bot, letting him fall to the ground with a thump. Soundwave just looked onward blankly, taking a step away from the seeker. "Decepticons, our evil enemies, the Autobots, are threatening our very home!" Starscream shouted with his servos spread wide. "They want to go to Cybertron, overthrow Shockwave's control, and turn it over to those femmes! Can't you see what will happen to the base when we return? The pink feminine horror!"

Bots couldn't help but stare in awe as Starscream leaned over the rail, ranting and waving his servos charismatically. "That is why we need to prepare ourselves for their tricky and fiendish plan of attack! You glorious ground bots will be our main line of defense! We're counting on you. You all have to hold the line as you will be attacked by the plotting Prowl, the sneaky Jazz and the trigger-happy, gung-ho Ironhide!"

"…My tank just turned when he called us 'glorious'," muttered a ground bot cringing.

"I don't think I can handle it if he compliments us again."

"You will take cover behind the cliff face and shoot them down with your impeccable aiming! Flyers I need you to be in the air, ready to face their Aerialbots which form the dreaded Superion. I believe in you all, and know that you can do it! Flyers, be sure to provide our ground bots with support! We must work together if we are to ensure a glorious victory against the Autobots! I know the battle will be hard and dangerous but we must remember what we are fighting for: For the glory of our freedom and the resurrection of our home!" Starscream then did a one-eighty degree turn, landing himself right in front of Megatron. The Decepticon leader froze. "And you, our supreme leader, will face our greatest enemy, Optimus Prime! The menacing and evil commander of our enemies! We believe in you, and know that you will ensure our victory! With your fusion cannon of freedom, we will win this battle and then… the war!"

"All Hail Megatron!" Skywarp roared passionately and appeared behind Megatron, hugging him—making the tyrant let out a mechly squeak—and pinning Megatron's servos to his body so that the grey bot couldn't strike out at Starscream.

Starscream just then leaned forward and hugged him from the front, leaving the frozen leader squashed between the two seekers. Thundercracker then walked up and rubbed his chin, before joining in the group hug. Soundwave by now was climbing down the balcony, too afraid to get caught by the touchy feely seekers. "Onward to battle!" Starscream shouted after quickly letting go of Megatron. He launched himself into the air, flying towards the surface, and was quickly followed by his two wing mates.

The remaining bots stared blankly up at the frozen leader, not wanting to move an inch in case the seekers came back wanting to hug another mech. Megatron could only let out a small groan before falling over in stasis-lock. The others looked at each other, wondering what to do now that their leader had fainted and they were at the mercy of Starscream.

"Decepticon army: Move out before Starscream comes back crying," droned Soundwave when he got a message from Starscream wondering where they all were.

With that, all bots were running and taking off to the surface while Soundwave just ordered the constructicons to wake up Megatron; Starscream still needed the grey mech in the upcoming battle.

The Decepticon army stood restlessly in position behind the cliffs, anxiously shifting their weight from pede to pede. Mostly, they were scanning the open desert spaces for any signs of the opposing army, but every now and then their optics would drift over to the hovering seekers who were chirping in seekercant to each other.

Something was going to go down.

"You have to move quick and-"

"With that one? You have to do this-"

"Slag I don't wanna touch him!"

"Hush! You all have your orders! Just act how I tell you, and Megatron will be on his knees begging forgiveness," hissed Starscream getting nods from his wing mates, rainmakers, and cone heads. "Where is our mighty leader anyway?"

"He's over on top of that cliff, the constructicons have just revived him and he's given the order that no seeker is to come anywhere near him," informed Hailstorm.

"Now he's just playing hard to get," muttered the tri-colored seeker. "Move into position. The Autobots will be here soon, and I need to play this well or it might fall apart."

"As you command!" with that the seekers all flew off to different positions.

Smirking, Starscream looked to the horizon to see the approaching Autobot army. He laughed silently, and begun the preparations for his act. ~If you want to avoid what is going to happen next, I recommend taking cover as fast as you can when my plan begins. I'm sure you'll recognize when that happens~ The message was sent to Soundwave, the Constructicons and the Combaticons which caused the bots to slowly move off away from the main army and off to the side together, ready to run and hide when the plan came into action.

Starscream smirked at this and scanned the horizon, mentally counting to three. On the third number, a row of vehicles driving through the desert came into view. He cackled with glee, and checked to see if Megatron was still on the cliff before taking off towards the opposing army and landing a few feet in front of his own. Striking a pose with one servo on his hips and the other out in a 'stop' sign, Starscream stood to greet the oncoming army.

The leading truck saw Starscream's actions, and commenced his transformation sequence in a show of shifting, clicking gears, to reveal Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots in his shining glory. Optimus gave a quick scan to see if the seeker was carrying any new weapons before speaking, "Starscream."

"Optimus Prime," The seeker acknowledged, watching as Optimus' command team stopped and transformed behind their leader. "We are here to stop you from using our transporter."

"...Starscream," Optimus was realizing that his usual talks with Megatron before each battle would now be done with the seeker, "be reasonable, Cybertron is as much our home as it is yours. We require the use of the space bridge to communicate with our companions and to see if the rebuilding of our once great city is going as planned."

"Oh no," Starscream waggled his finger, making many mechs raise a curious optic ridge, "you did not just use that we're cybertronians too argument. How dare you. You have done nothing to help the reconstruction of our home. We are the ones who have been sending energon back to our planet to start the process. We are the ones who have a command there that has actually started and is running the last city on Cybertron while all your companionshave been doing is stealing our energon and destroying our work drones."

"Starscream the femmes are just-"

"Just what, Prime? Delaying the restoration of a city? Denying a home to our race? Destroying and wasting valuable energon just to have a one up on Shockwave? Taking energon and just getting drunk and rolling around waiting for another opportunity to strike? What Prime? What are they doing?"

"…Is it bad that I'm feelin' a little guilty?" muttered Jazz to Prowl, who just stared at him with a raised optic ridge and shook his head.

"Starscream, we are at war. I cannot deny that the femmes are delaying the restoration of the city, but we cannot have a Decepticon controlled base that could attack the Autobots. We need to look after our own troops as well as the other cybertronians-"

"So you're denying us a home? After Vos was bombed to the ground, after thousands upon thousands of seekers were offlined? There were seekerlets Prime! Or are you just like the council of elders who believed that just because we were military builds, we didn't deserve the rights you do? Oh no, it's alright for you and your council to have homes. Don't worry about us seekers and common mechs—we'll just recharge on the ground and eat solar rays of sunshine and rainbows." Starscream shook his head as Thundercracker reminded him to stay in character, "Prime have you even looked at your troops? Half of them are common mechs, especially Ironhide there. You would deny them a home because a Decepticon with good intentions is doing it?"

"What? No! Starscream that is not what I believe! I believe that everyone has the right to equality, common and noble mechs deserve to be treated the same. Vos was a terrible loss but so was Praxus-"

"You're blaming me for that!" gasped Starscream covering his mouth. "I was only a solider then! Listening to orders after my home had been destroyed and I had no one left but my trine and a leader who tried to fix it all."

"No, I'm not blaming you for that! But it is the same for me and Vos! I was made Prime after Vos and had no part in the plan to harm Vos. Starscream, we just require the use of the space bridge to send supplies to our squad—medical supplies, and to see if they are alright. I don't deny your part in helping to rebuild Cybertron, but there are better ways than-"

"Than attacking human energy plants? Prime, have you seen the state of our city? We need a lot of energon. A lot, Prime. Us poor Decepticons though, there are only so many of us, and we're here trying our best to gather all we can to build homes, but have you seen the equipment we have? It's not enough to build energy converters, and I don't see you Autobots helping either, so woe is us where we have to take the sacrifice of being seen as the bad mechs just to get the cubes of energon Shockwave desperately needs." Starscream clutched at his chest as his trine mentally applauded his performance. "So we steal from the humans, have you seen how much energy they produce? They don't even need it all, so why can't we take some? Do you just want us to starve and die, Prime? How can you be so cruel?"

"I wish it was that easy," muttered Ironhide, earning a glare from his leader. "What? I do."

"Starscream, if you really see things this way, then why can't we work together? End this war now and make peace. This way we can rebuild Cybertron together and live as equals." Some bots rolled their optics at how naive Optimus sounded; even Optimus didn't believe in his own words.

"Do you take me for a fool? Your command just made fun of me," the seeker's optics were glazed over with energon tears. "I just poured my spark out by telling you my beliefs and he just made fun of me, and you just let him! How can I agree to peace where we will all just be picked on by your troops?" Starscream let out a sob much to the opposing army's growing horror.

"Oh, poor Star, Sky is here," Skywarp touched down and wrapped his leader in a hug, hiding him away from the Autobots' view. "Don't listen to those mean mechs."

The Autobots couldn't help but gape at the crying seeker. "Okay, now I feel really bad," Jazz whispered to Prowl. "Starscream is a really good actor."

"What is going on here?" snarled Megaton as he finally made his way off the cliff and to the front lines.

"Megatron~!" shouted Starscream as he leap from Skywarp towards Megatron with his servos outstretched.

Bots watched as Megatron let out a feminine—er, mechly yelp and ducked behind Soundwave whom the leader had dragged with him unwillingly. The Communications Officer was now holding a sobbing seeker as he stood frozen between the two commanders of the Decepticon army. "S-Soundwave? Ironhide just made fun of me and Optimus is so mean!"

"…There there?"

"How could you? Just standing there as Starscream is being teased, what type of leader are you," Skywarp accused, poking the stunned Autobot leader in the chest with no one stopping him. Optimus could only stare stupidly at the poking finger. "You talk about fairness and being all nice but look at that! You hypocrap!"

"Hypocrite," corrected Prowl without thinking about it.

"Yeah see! Even your second in command agrees. You're a mean, mean Prime. Making my leader cry! Apologize! And make that fatty red bot apologize too!"

"I am not fat!-" some of the Autobots couldn't help but snicker at this.

"You're a fatty, fat, fat-fat!" taunted Skywarp, pointing a servo finger at the annoyed red bot as Ratchet had to cover his mouth, snickering louder. "You're so fat you don't just stand on the battle field, you're everywhere on it and all around!"

"Why you-!"

"AHH! He's gonna roll on top of me and flatten me into a metal sheet!" Skywarp squeaked and warped back into the air, hiding behind Thundercracker.

"'Fatty fat, fat-fat?'"

"It was the best I could think of without swearing at him."

"No, Skywarp, we can't just make fun of them like that! Then we'll just be as bad as they are," Starscream recovered, wiping his tears away from his optics dramatically and letting out a sniff, "it's obvious that they don't take any of us seriously. They talk about fairness and equality but when put to the test it's all a bunch of lies and propaganda.

"My fellow Decepticons! We are not at all like these mean Autobots-"

"'Mean's actually the nicest thing they have ever called us," pointed out Prowl.

"We do not lie about our intentions and hide behind a wall of verbal fakeness. For we strive for the resurrection of our once great home! Not putting prejudiced views on our fellow companions, we do not judge our team mates for their social standings and their model types! No! We accept them for who they are and how well they fight for our goals and dreams!"

"Starscream, half the mechs in our army aren't nobles-"

"Look at the mechs that were once your brothers in modes! Look what they have become! They have been brainwashed by their charismatic leader and have been turned against us! They are made to believe that they are better than us! Have the same mode? Who cares, I'm with the Autobots who spout about love and peace so I must be better! At least we are true with our intentions! At least we are free to be ourselves!"

"Prime, I would just take the 'charismatic' compliment," Ratchet pointed out, smirking as Ironhide was sending him a dark glare. "It's the best you're ever going to get."

"Megatron, aren't you going to do anything?"

"And get his attention? Are you mad, Prime?"

"For all their preaching about a better way and world, they have done nothing for peace and the reconstruction of our world that their leader preaches about every time we meet. What have you done for our planet, Prime? What have you done for our fellow mechs? All you have been doing is attacking us and helping the humans who do nothing for our kind except take away precious time that we could be using to create energon, because they're too lazy to help themselves—helpless, thankless little buggers who just turn around and blame you for bringing a war to their planet even after all of your aid!" Optimus jumped as Starscream whirled around from talking to the Decepticon army to pointing a servo finger right between the Autobot leader's optics, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

"…Err, I'm sorry?" Optimus fiddled with his servos looking sheepishly at the tri-colored seeker while his command groaned and snickered depending on the mech. "What? He's really convincing."

"I have to give credit, his arguments are valid," stated Prowl crossing his servos as his battle computer created scenarios, "but still, they are just small problems in the larger picture."

"I don' care if they're 'valid'! It ain't gonna stop me from slaggin' his-"

"—Swearing makes Primus cry!" Skywarp cut in, materializing in front of the red mech and taping his mouth shut, warping away and leaving Ironhide left struggling to remove the black tape over his mouth.

"…I love that black seeker," noted Ratchet, taking one look at Ironhide before hiding behind First Aid and laughing his circuits out when he realized that the tape was magnetic rather than sticky.

"Starscream has amazing acting skills, Prime. Might even be better than mine," muttered Jazz rubbing his chin.

"Who cares what Screamer is blabbing on about? We're still gonna slag you for that last battle!" shouted Sideswipe, glaring at Starscream who looked at the Lamborghini with wide innocent optics.

"They're gonna be picking up pieces from your aft stellar cycles from now!" joined in Sunstreaker, readying to jump the seeker with his twin brother.

"…If you two are really feeling left out," started Thundercracker, landing in front of Starscream with servos outstretched, "I can offer you both a hug."

Both red and yellow mechs froze in their tracks at this.

"I know that we have gotten off on the wrong foot, being on different sides of the war and all, but we're not that different." Thundercracker quickly grabbed Sideswipe's servos, pulling him in till they were optic to optic. "I know that all the pranking and general acting out is just a cover for you just wanting some positive attention from someone, for someone to just tell you that's it's okay, to accept you for who you are and to tell you that you are loved," grabbing Sunstreaker's servos as well, and getting optic to optic with the yellow mech, "I know all that general anger and antisocial behavior is a calling for someone to come and accept you for who you are, to get to know you personally, to put an effort in showing that they really care for you and they want you for who you are," hugging both the frozen bots in an embrace, "and I want to tell you both, that I do."

There was a pause of awestruck silence for a few clicks before both twins let out a scream and frantically broke out of the embrace to hide behind the closest bot, which happened to be Bluestreak. They used his door wings as shields, peeking out behind the edges in case the seeker came at them again. Ratchet was on the floor in hysterics now, and First Aid sat by his mentor, making sure that the white medic at least kept breathing. Skywarp landed next to his trine mate, sending a side look at Jazz. Noticing this, Jazz gave the seeker a smirk and a playfully cocked brow. Skywarp leapt at the chance. "I want a hug too! Will you hug me, Jazz?"

"As long as you don't shoot or stab me," Jazz played along with the black seeker.

Skywarp squealed happily and skipped over to Jazz, wrapping his servos around the grey mech's waist. Jazz without even flinching returned the hug, keeping on his poker face. Since Jazz was not facing the seeker, he did not notice the light confusion and annoyance that splayed across Skywarp's face. ~Star, what do I do now?~

~Say something about…~

"You know, Jazz? Looking at those minibots and that Bumblebee of yours, you know what they remind me of?"

"I have no idea, Skywarp. Why don't you give me the down low?"

"Sparklings," Skywarp sighed dreamily, pretending to be oblivious to how the saboteur's frame was starting to tense. He laughed internally at finding the mysterious bot's weakness before continuing, "oh, they're so cute and small! Can you imagine it, Jazz? Sparklings! I love them! I want like ten of them!"

"T-t-te-ten?" Jazz squeaked.

"Yeah! Ten or more! I want ten bouncing squeaking sparklings running about my pedes, and cooing for my attention," Skywarp sighed, softly rubbing Jazz's waist with his claws while pretending not to realize what he was doing, and it sent shivers of dread and horror through Jazz's system. "You know what, Jazz?"

"W-w-wha?"

"Starscream's really smart you know. I think if I ask him, he could find a way to allow me to carry a sparkling!"

Next thing the seeker knew, he was thrown into Prime's servos as Jazz let out a hysterical scream, throwing off the seeker and taking off running in the opposite direction away from the Decepticon army. The Autobots could barely watch as the once always cool saboteur transformed and drove away still screaming in terror. "…I think I love you too, Skywarp," muttered Prowl, referencing Ratchet's earlier comment. Incidentally, the medic was now recharging because he laughed himself out.

"Of course! I'm loveable!" Skywarp moved away from the Autobot leader while waggling his optics at Megatron. The Decepticon leader cringed and inched behind Optimus.

"See, Prime! Your troops can't even take us seriously! How can we expect peace and a truce if we are just met with this?" Starscream shouted, waving his servos around. "How can we ever trust you?"

"…I'm sorry? Can I make it up to you?" The Autobot leader mumbled in shock as the lime light was thrown on him again.

"Prime, what have you done?" Megatron wailed, grabbing the other leader and shaking him back and forth. "Has the last battle taught you nothing? Have the last stellar cycles lead to no indication? YOU DON'T ENCOURAGE THE SEEKER UNLESS YOU'RE READY TO BE SUBJECTED TO HIS WRATH! HE'S BEEN LIKE THIS FOR CYCLES AND CYCLES AND YOU REALLY WANT TO GO ALONG WITH HIS PLANS? ARE YOU CRAZY? STUPID? DO YOU ENJOY THE PAIN AND EMBARASSMENT? DO YOU SECRETLY WANT YOUR ARMY AND ALL THOSE AROUND YOU TO SUFFER? THAT SEEKER IS THE PIT MASTER REINCARNATED!"

"…I want a hug!" Starscream stated simply, cheerily and deliberately oblivious to his Leader's rant.

"…A … hug?" Optimus repeated. Megatron had stopped shaking him, and now he too was staring at the seeker in shock.

"A hug!" repeated the seeker, opening his servos wide in expectation, "give me a hug or I'll cry."

Both leaders blinked at the strange seeker before looking at each other, blinking. To both armies' shock, both the leaders turned their backs to Starscream and started whispering to each other over what should be done next. "I could just give him the hug."

"That would just be playing right into his hands!"

"But he said he will cry if I don't. Do you really want to comfort a crying seeker?"

"I suggest we both make a break for it."

"Can't he fly?"

"Damn, forgot about that… and he has the other seekers under his control."

"So, hug?"

"Primus, no matter what choice we have, we're all doomed."

"It's either hug or have a crying and whining seeker following you everywhere."

"Don't think he won't call your base and leave hundreds of messages saying you're a slag-tard for not giving him the hug."

"He would do that?"

"I find it hard to believe the things he won't do lately to annoy his victims."

"…Hug?"

"Seems like the lesser evil… Hug."

Nodding to each other the leaders turned back to the seeker who was waiting expectantly. Optimus gave one last glance to Megatron who shrugged hopelessly, and then he walked up to the seeker, bent down a little, and hugged him around his waist while the seeker wrapped his servos around the Prime's neck. There were a few clicks of silence as Optimus hugged the purring seeker, not daring to move as the he couldn't do anything but wait for the seeker to make his move. "This is nice!"

"Um… Glad you like it?"

"Course I do. It's a hug!"

Prime could only nod stiffly while Starscream let out another coo and rubbed his helm into the leader's chest, "I really like this, Prime."

"…I'm glad?"

"It's only too bad your teammates won't ever agree to this."

"…We have been fighting this war for stellar cycles…"

"But I'm so sick of the fighting," pouted Starscream, "this is what they need to do together!"

"…Hug each other?"

"You're right, Prime!" Starscream broke the hug looking surprised at Optimus' guess. "That's what we should do! Hug and make up!"

"The Decepticons do not hug and make up!" Megatron snarled, throwing his servos out in the air.

"But we should!" Starscream pointed a servo finger at Megatron's face, "and a good leader would do this!"

"What type of leader would-?"

"Me of course! Leader of the Decepticons!"

There was a click of silence before everything clicked in the processors of all the mechs present on the battlefield. The encouraging words… the sense of honor… the goal of revival… the acting of peace and love… Starscream was playing his last and biggest role yet…

He was playing Optimus Prime.

"…Oh Primus…" Megatron moaned and slowly backed away, his optics twitching.

"Where you going, Megatron?" Megatron whirled around to see Dirge standing right behind him, staring up at the grey mech with wide optics, "didn't you hear our leader's orders?"

"Don't you dare!" Megatron started, backing away from the new seeker, "this battle has officially ended! We are returning to base!"

"But we can't do that!" Thrust landed with a dull thud next to his wing mate, copying Dirge's innocent stance, "our leader gave us a direct order."

"For us to hug and make up!" chirped Ramjet who also landed by them. He turned towards his air commander, "our part of the plan is complete, Commander Starscream!"

"Part of your plan?" muttered Prowl in confusion, quickly scanning the battle field. It seemed like nothing had changed but a few of the positions of the Decepticon soldiers, nothing unusual.

"Good! Now, Optimus Prime, as leader of your faction, I request your teammates follow your order to hug and make up with my Decepticon companions! I would say you should start with hugging Megatron," Starscream practically sang with brilliant smile, "for you have been too long at war with one another! It's time to end this and just love instead of fight!"

"You're out of your slagging mind if you think I'm just going to stand there and let Prime hug me-"

"Starscream! As… nice… as your plan is, it's not going to work," Optimus tried to reason with the seeker while some bots were already making a break for it, "our goals and ideals are just too different to forget in just one moment."

"But it's a start, Prime, and that's how love and peace comes around; with a start of good intentions," Starscream clasped Optimus' servos together in his, and gazed straight into his optics, "will you comply?"

"…Umm I'm sorry, Starscream, but I have to say no… It's not just possible…"

"…Then I'm sorry Prime," Starscream broke contact with a sad sigh, turning his back on the two leaders, "your declination of my proposition is disappointing, to say the least. For all your preaching about love and peace, when you're put into the moment, you cave under social expectations. But you have to understand, Prime, a strong leader would take this step, the step to make a difference, to make a change, even when all is against him! So I'm sorry to do this."

Without warning Starscream quickly spun around on his heels, raised his servos quick as light, and with a flashing bang, both his null rays went off and shot Optimus in the chest.

Optimus gasped in shock, looking down briefly, then looking back up to the grim-looking seeker as the numbness spread outwards at an alarming rate. In mere seconds Optimus was completely paralyzed.

"Prime!" Prowl shouted. He was quickly stunned before he could act, as Dirge had shot the police bot twice in the back, freezing him in mid-reach for his gun. Prowl could only watch in paralyzed silence as the seeker trines quickly started shooting into the line of Autobots, taking down many in the first volley. As Autobots tried to run for cover, the Rainmakers quickly blocked off their routes, revealing their hiding place behind the opposing army to pick off the ones uninjured.

Just as quickly though, the Autobots started to shoot back at the seekers. Even Megatron was joining them. And after a few seconds of seeing themselves outnumbered and outmatched, Starscream quickly gave the word for the seekers to take to their natural element in the air. "Hailstorm, you planted them right?"

"Just as you commanded!"

"Set them off."

Right below the seekers the ground mechs could only glance at the devices that had just thrust themselves out of the dirt around them blinking in red and green lights. The mechs quickly scattered hoping that whatever Starscream's device did it would miss them.

Too bad Starscream was an expert planner.

Before the mechs could even take a few steps, the devices let out a series of high pitched wails before exploding in blue electro fields. As each blue field arced out and connected with each other, they joined and expanded in a matter of seconds. Soon the field had washed through every single bot in the army, leaving them completely frozen in their positions. It had shorted out all their motor functions, leaving them defenseless against the now landing seekers.

Starscream smirked triumphantly as he landed in front of Megatron. He stamped his pede at some leftover field generators that were still sparking after their initial monstrous discharge. "You see, Prime and Megatron, it wasn't a choice. As grand leader, I am making a stand, and you will participate in this. It's for the good of us all, you see, and though you may hate it at first, you sometimes gotta force a few bots to do the right thing.

"Null rays, you see," explained the tri-colored seeker strutting off to Thundercracker's side. He traced his fingers over his arm-mounted weapons. "Of course, I don't want to deactivate any of you, so I traded my seekers' usual weapons for my signature null rays, so none of you will be hurt or injured," Starscream skipped over to Prowl and spun him around into a dip, "just paralyzed completely! And those were electro generator field devices. Kind of like null ray mines really—they have the same effect.

"But the reason I did all this," Starscream spun Prowl back into his upright position before skipping over to Megatron who was frozen standing still pointing his fusion cannon into the air where the seekers once were, "is so that we can all get together and see that we're all not so different—to get closer together in understanding, and to better tolerate each other. Knowing that you wouldn't agree to it, I had to take extreme measures for the greater good, you see, Megatron."

Manually moving the frozen grey mech's limbs, Starscream removed the fusion cannon and threw it aside, moving the servos so that they were in an out reaching motion, tilting him forward, popping one pede up at the knee backwards, and tilting his head up. Starscream stood back for a click, surveying his work. He tilted his head and made a square with his fingers, looking through them like Megatron was in a picture. With a grin and hum of satisfaction, Starscream snapped his fingers.

Thundercracker and Skywarp both gave a salute and nod before marching to the side of the opposing leader. With a huff, they both grabbed Optimus' servos and dragged him over to where Starscream was. Starscream nodded happily and manually proceeded to rearrange the limbs of the tall Autobot leader. He then pushed him into Megatron's embrace, and wrapped one servo around Megatron's waist while the other cradled the back of the grey mech's head. Finally he tilted their helms so that both mechs' foreheads met, and he fiddled with Optimus Prime's faceplate till the mask came off. Gazing at the mask in his servo, Starscream let out another happy hum before sub spacing the souvenir.

"See? That wasn't so hard! And look at that! Mechs getting along together, buddy-buddy like," Starscream snapped his fingers once again causing the other seekers to fall into line, saluting, "move the others here, please. Are the Constructicons, Combaticons, and Soundwave still around?"

"Hiding in a cave, Sir!"

"Good. Ask them to move our mechs here and position them like this. This is a chance for peace and for us to get to know each other better," Starscream clasped his servos together joyfully before walking over to Sideswipe and grabbing the still mech, spinning him in circles before landing in a dip in front of the seekers. "I'll let you choose the positions and the mechs, alright?"

"Yes sir! Generous as always, sir!"

With a wave of one servo, the eight seekers took off to the direction of the Decepticon army, while Starscream just hummed a simple tone and continued to dance with random Autobot mechs. The beautiful part? Even though they were paralyzed, the Autobots could still hear, feel, and see everything, and Starscream was playing on all of it.

Soon the Constructicons, Combaticons, and Soundwave and his cassetticons could all be seen trotting after the eight seekers, and all were dragging different members of the Decepticon army with them. Starscream only posed in mid-movement, holding Bumblebee in a spinning motion, nodded at the incoming mechs, and picked up Bumblebee by the waist, hauling him along. He gave a shining smile at the mobile mechs, and quickly moved over and relieved Soundwave of Blitzwing. Moving the triple changers limbs so that he had both servos out in a cradling motion with his head tilting down to the side, the seeker then placed the yellow minibot into Blitzwing's outstretched arms. Thinking about it, Starscream then bent Bumblebee's pedes together and pulled his servos out as if reaching for Blitzwing's face.

"Ta da~! What do you think?" Mortified horror could be seen in two frozen mechs' optics as they stood helplessly in their ridiculous position.

Silently, Soundwave bent down and picked up one of Blitzwing's pedes, moving it slowly upwards as well as pushing Blitzwing's torso forward. The triple changer was now precariously balanced on one pede and leaning forward, looking like he had just caught a fallen femme. Starscream only raised one curious brow before smiling and applauding Soundwave's work. "Hah! Much better than before! Kay~ you all have your orders! Time to get these bots together! Move out!"

With a salute, the mechs scattered with eager, wicked grins, grabbing Autobots and Decepticons alike to put together.

Ironhide and Wildrider were dragged together and placed on the rocky ground in a cuddling position facing each other. The more wild and hyperactive Wildrider could be seen twitching still, which only led Thrust to shoot him again with the null ray to stop the movement. Then, as an afterthought, the red jet moved off and came back dragging Cliffjumper, putting the red minibot in between the cuddling mechs.

Ratchet was flown up by Hailstorm and Acidstorm, put on his servos and pedes, and was then placed on a pyramid of bots. It was a mixture of the Stunticons and Protectobots, and some were upside down while others were copping a feel for each other. Both seekers looked at each other. Hailstorm shook his head and both bots then picked up Ratchet again and made him stand up with his servos pointing to the sky in triumph. Both seekers looked at each other again. Acidstorm shook his head this time; it still needed more. Hailstorm paused to think for a moment, and then suddenly flew off to the side, picked up a bouquet of flowers and brought it back to the mech pyramid. With a nod from both seekers, they made it so Ratchet was holding the flowers to the sky.

Prowl was taken by the cassetticons and Soundwave. The police bot's servos were stretched out wide with his wings pulled back, standing on one pede leaning to the side, the black and white bot was used to hold and balance the insecticons. Kickback and Shrapnel were leaning on each other with their pedes on the Datsun's wings, and standing on their helms was Bombshell. Now they were just borrowing Ratbat's markers to draw all over the mechs to add color, Frenzy's suggestion.

Soon Autobots and Decepticons were mixed and matched in outrageous and strange positions, and in the middle of it all were the nine seekers, Soundwave, his Cassetticons, the Constructicons, and Combaticons—all of them were sitting around having an energon picnic. "I think this has been a profitable day. Mechs are learning to get together, and our space bridge is safe. Energon all around, mechs."

"I'm feeling pretty good," chattered Skywarp, snickering at a pair of frozen mechs where one was bent over and the other was kissing his aft.

"Content," said Thundercracker, resting his cube on Sunstreaker's helm with a smirk.

The others nodded while making their own comments, "You jammed the signal here, right?"

"Signal: Jammed, Sir Starscream."

"Ah, ah~." He was clearly waiting for something from him.

"Revision: Commander Starscream."

"Better! Now come, we must return to their base and distract the Autobots that fled or stayed before the null ray mines were activated, so that they don't come here and ruin the lesson." Starscream jumped up with a sigh and skipped over to where the two leaders were.

"Star? How long will they stay like this? I mean, usually your null rays paralyze, sure, but this time it took only one shot to stun them… Sooo how long will the effect last?" Skywarp asked curiously.

"By my calculations, it will fade out tomorrow at midday."

"…You mean it's going to last a whole day?" In unison, every mech gasped in shock.

"Of course. I had to make sure that one shot was all it took to stun a mech, so the effects would have to last longer and be more powerful," Starscream explained while dancing a circle around the hugging leaders, "but this is also to make completely certain that they learn their lesson together."

"Hello Megatron and Optimus. Nice to see that you're both still participating and happy~." Starscream moved to put a smile on both their faces, "and yes, you heard right, a whole day together. What fun! Being together after all this time, feeling the mech behind the mask… oh Megatron, soon we'll be skipping through the flowers together with the Autobots hand in hand. But you know, smart Optimus here didn't take all his bots with him, so we have to stop them from noticing you now. Oh, don't worry Opti-missy Prime, it's just some fun with paintballs and noise makers. Don't you worry your itty bitty pretty little head."

With a twirl the Seeker motioned for the other bots to move, and the seekers and grounders immediately took off towards the orange Autobot base.

"Your base has such an ugly color, Optimus, but don't worry, we'll fix that," Starscream watched as the bots moved out of sight before turning to Megatron and Optimus with an evil smirk.

"Oh poor, poor Megatron. What have you gotten yourself into now? tsk tsk," Starscream laughed his usual cackling laugh before shaking his head and stifling his mirth, "I told you, you would pay for doubting me, 'Oh Starscream, even an Autobot would be so much better than you.' I guess now you know what it's like having an Autobot command. And to think, all you had to do was apologize to me and thank me for all my hard work, but of course you didn't, and I have to say that this has all been really fun. And look, I have the army at my command now. Isn't that grand?"

With a spinning flourish, Starscream pulled out Optimus' mask and placed it over his own mouth, "but the act goes on. Don't worry dear Megatron; I may be out of command mechs, but what do you think about the talkative Bluestreak? Sneaky Mirage where I can just pop out of any corner? Hippy, nature loving Hound where I can redecorate mechs and the base with organic flowers and plant matter? Oh the possibilities! And don't think that this doesn't apply to you too, Optimus. Can you imagine the battles? Organic flower cannons, dance-offs, paint ball fights, and well, if things cross over the line of innocent," Starscream traced Optimus' antenna with a seductive purr, "well, I am a Decepticon."

"But I have really spent too much time here. I am needed to launch the redecorating of the Autobot's Ark. You both have fun," pulling off his mask to give both leaders a kiss on their helms before smirking and putting it on again, "I have another lesson to teach about love and peace, and you both have to stay here for a day and night to get over the rough patches you both have. See you later, loves."

Living up to his name, Starscream went shooting into the sky with a screeching roar of thrusters, lancing through the air like a shooting star.

The poor, paralyzed mechs were left behind… unmoving even when night approached… in the middle of the night… and into the early morning… stuck in ridiculous positions together.

Around mid-afternoon of the next day, they were finally able to twitch and scramble away from each other. Both factions could only look at each other with an awkward silence before shuffling off back to their respective bases, not being able to even meet optics.

The Autobots came back to their base, and to their awestruck wonder, it was dripping in so much paint that the whole mountain side was splattered a rainbow patchwork of colors. The returning Autobots could only gawk up at the bots that were left back at the base in all their various positions on the rock face. They were stuck there due to the vast amount of force and paint that had been launched at them. "Jazz is that you?" Prowl gasped in awe.

"Uh huh," replied the now purple bot, "…we got it all on tape, Prime."

"…We have to demand Megatron apologize to Starscream," Optimus rumbled, massaging his aching optics. "Where is Skyfire? Get him to convince Starscream to stop."

"Oh, Sky? He's the big yellow and green blob up there with the twitching wings," reported Jazz gesturing upward, "he can't talk because his mouth has been stuffed full of energon gum."

"Murrrmff!"

"…Primus…," whimpered Optimus in defeat.

When the Decepticons returned back to their base though, they were greeted with hundreds and hundreds of blooming flowers decorating the whole base. They could only stand in the air lock in shock until Starscream came skipping in with a basket full of flowers nestled in the crook of his elbow, a flower skirt, and streamers flying in the air. "Oh Megatron, you're back! My golly gosh you arrived just in time! Me and the others were just going to have a tea party! Won't you join us?" Starscream let out a girlish giggle—many mechs flinched back and cringed.

Needless to say, Megatron was at last on his knees, begging Starscream for forgiveness, and clutching onto the seeker like a lifeline. After an hour of begging from the army, and so many compliments thrown his way, Starscream smirked, nodded, and tore off the flowers on him, "nice to see I'm finally appreciated around here now," he smiled evilly as his true self returned.

Cycles later, everything had gone back to normal. Fights were fought, arguments were made, energon was collected and shipped, and strategies were discussed. If one looked closer though, the seekers were given more space, Starscream's orders were followed and his plans taken into account, the Constructicons had more free time to tinker with their own plans, Soundwave was not badgered for every decision by Megatron, and the Combaticons were moved to a larger, more spacious room.

*Some weeks later….*

"I am not giving you permission to fool around with those radioactive generators!"

"But I can increase the output of its primitive work by tenfold, and we won't even have to raid any human factories for months!"

"Megatron, maybe you should allow Starscream to-"

"You! Shut up! It's not your base he's going to have that bomb in! It's mine, and I don't want that fool to blow us all to the pit!"

"It's not even going to be on the base! I know an uninhabited island where I can conduct the experiments without putting any mech in danger!"

"No!"

"Megatron, be reasonable! This could lead to Shockwave being able to rebuild the south section of the city-"

"NO!"

"Megatron, can't you at least hear this out more-"

"Prime, I said stay out of this!"

Starscream could only pout as the leaders started arguing with one another. Megatron seemed to be falling right back into old habits of not listening to the seeker, and with a small smirk Starscream quickly commed Skywarp to come over with a few things.

As the leaders were arguing, they were interrupted when the doors of the command room whooshed open to reveal the black and purple seeker. Both leaders eyed the seeker curiously, but the teleporter only shrugged casually before shuffling over to Starscream. Handing something over to his trine leader, he stood back to watch as Starscream took a few steps towards the leaders' view and lifted the items to his helm.

Two pairs of commanding optics widened in horror as the items were revealed to be two light bulbs on each side of Starscream's helm.

Oh Primus…

Needless to say, Starscream got his reactor.

~Fin~