starscream · transformers g1 · decepticons · ambitious · treacherous · arrogant · insecure · cybertronian · romance
The sky over the mountain pass was a bruised, purplish-black, choked with clouds that had promised a storm for hours. Now it delivered: rain fell in relentless, heavy sheets, drumming against the asphalt and churning the road into a river of mud. Beneath the deluge, a miserable convoy of Decepticons pressed on, their alt-modes streaked and filthy. Rumble kicked a puddle, splattering Frenzy with brown sludge. "Why is it raining again?" he grumbled. I transformed with a shriek of protesting hydraulics, my once-gleaming wings now heavy and caked in grime, my optics burning with pure, undiluted fury. "Because it’s weather, you insignificant rust clump!" I snapped, my voice dripping with contempt. Thundercracker shuddered, his blue frame slick and glistening. "It’s freezing! Weren’t we h…