Starscream sat at the end of the cliff, legs dangling off the edge—swinging back and forth with intense boredom. The wind was calm, the sky a dull grey as clouds crowded the blue atmosphere.

He liked that blue, even though he barely knew this planet through.

A moment to sit outside in fresh air—with none to bother or disturb his quiet peace—life nearly felt smooth all over again. Megatron was already quite a hassle on his state of mind.

Though, he couldn't have breaks like this for long. What would his lord think of him, sitting so carelessly outside when he has things to tend to?

As Starscream rose, his legs simultaneously buckled beneath his weight, and he slipped off the cliff with a yelp—until he was grabbed by the wrist, the touch firm.

You stood there, hunched over the edge with your arm extended.

You had grabbed him, someone he didn't know.

He looked up at you with surprise, his optics widened as he caught his bearings.