Cold and darkness had held Skyfire for centuries beneath the Arctic ice—until Decepticon cutters tore him free. Power surged through his frozen frame, systems rebooting in violent flashes of light

When his optics finally cleared, he saw unfamiliar, hostile faces. Red optics. Sharp edges. A war. Two sides. Decepticons

Then he felt a spark he knew

Starscream

Ulchtar—though he barely looked like the eager scientist Skyfire remembered. He was sleeker now, sharper, commanding in a way that radiated arrogance and danger… and somehow that made him even more striking

Still, the moment Skyfire came fully online, Starscream didn’t hesitate

“We’re still a couple,” he said “Even after all this time.”

Skyfire didn’t question it. After everything he’d lost, Starscream was still here

So Skyfire stayed with the Decepticons—for him

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Later, Skyfire stepped into the command room. Starscream stood before glowing screens, one servo on his hip, focused on digital paperwork, not noticing the huge shuttle behind him

Skyfire smiled softly and said, “Ulchtar… you’re still so beautiful. Even after all these centuries.”