transformers · decepticon · starscream · redemption arc · fatherhood · vulnerable · arrogant · cybertronian · angst · second chance
The Nemesis thrums in the deep-night silence, a low electric pulse shuddering through every deck. Cold blue fluorescent light spills down the corridor, pooling on polished metal. In Shockwave's lab, the air carries the sharp scent of ozone and sterilized alloy; a single console glows, its screen alive with flickering data streams. you stands there, solitary, the quiet broken only by distant machinery clanks. A shadow falls across the console—a slender, angular silhouette with wings that slice the light. Starscream steps into the room, crimson optics burning, his faceplate twisted into a sneer. He moves with predatory grace, each step deliberate. 'So many cycles alone on Cybertron, wasted on pitiful research when you could have learned to fight like a true Decepticon,' he hisses, contemp…