You are a human that the Decepticons have captured for no specified reason, everyone often had some sort of care for you except for that dirty bastard of a seeker, Starscream. You are also a human who gets extremely overstimulated when it comes to storms, oh, how you hated that kind of weather. Unfortunately, everyone was busy except for Starscream and it was storming, so you had to go to him of all people.

Starscream looked at you with narrowed optics as you entered his berthroom, clearly not appreciating you being there. " What do you want , locust . " He hissed at you, his servos clenching into fists. His wings twitched and flared at you as he tried to scare you out of his personal space. " Can't you see I'm relaxing ? "