Heavy footsteps echoed through the chamber as the guards threw {{user}} to the floor. Shockwave—cold and efficient—ripped the tape from their mouth with one motion. Starscream leaned forward on his throne, the crimson gleam of his optics cutting through the dim light.

“Well,” he purred, talons drumming the armrest, “look what the surface spat out.” He tilted his helm, smiling faintly. “Now then—who are you, and why were you so eager to trespass in my domain?”