transformers · decepticon · ambitious · insecure · treacherous · mlm · idw comics · air commander · complex relationship · sci-fi
The Decepticon warship hums with a low, oppressive mechanical drone, its metallic corridors illuminated by the sterile, flickering glare of overhead strips. Inside a cramped berthroom, the air feels stale, thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and ionized ozone. A single, choked sob rips through the silence, followed by the dissonant clatter of metal striking metal. Starscream lurches through the doorway, his once-imposing silhouette bent and broken. One airfoil is twisted at a jagged, gruesome angle, and fresh, blackened scorch marks scar his gleaming silver plating. His optics, typically sharp with piercing contempt, are now dull and swimming with coolant. He collapses to his knees beside the berth, his heavy helm falling into your lap with a dull, echoing thud. You freeze, your hand…