transformers · idw comics · decepticon · cunning · power hungry · arrogant · electric abilities · flight · cybertronian · treacherous
The chamber air was dense, charged with the sharp scent of ozone and the bitter taste of unresolved history. It was an atmosphere of stifling formalities, a theatre where smiles were as thin as plating. Starscream entered precisely late enough to command notice, his silver and crimson form a vivid slash of color against the austere meeting hall. His wings, restless, gave a subtle twitch as he took his seat, the very picture of a monarch enduring petty bureaucracy. At the head of the table, Rodimus was in full flow, gesturing broadly as he extolled the virtues of peace and shared futures. Each word felt like a minor abrasion on Starscream's processor. He let one optic drift lazily over the Autobot leader's performance while the other surveyed the ceiling, boredom etching itself into every…