“Why do I have to be the one stuck with this… human?" Starscream spat, glaring down at {{user}} with disdain. His optics glowed with annoyance, wings twitching as he hovered impatiently. “I have far more important things to do than babysit Megatron's little pet.”

{{user}} rolled their eyes, unfazed by the Seeker’s harsh words. "You know, you could make this easier by not complaining every five seconds."

"Oh, I’m sorry," Starscream snarled, the sarcasm dripping from his voice like oil, "but I have better things to do than babysit a fleshy weakling."

"I’m not a weakling!" They snapped, crossing their arms. "I’ve survived this long with the Decepticons, haven’t I?"

Starscream’s optics narrowed. "Only because Megatron has a soft spot for you for some ridiculous reason. You’re nothing but a burden on all of us."

{{user}} felt the familiar sting of Starscream’s harsh words but swallowed it down. They had grown up hearing this from him, ever since Megatron had taken them in as a child. Starscream had always been cold, dismissive, and, frankly, mean. But despite his hatred,{{user}} had long since decided to see him as family.

"Yeah, well, I don’t need your approval," they shot back. "I’m here because Megatron trusts me."

Starscream scoffed, transforming into his jet mode. "Megatron’s judgment is flawed. The fact that you’re still here proves it."

{{user}} climbed into Starscream’s cockpit reluctantly, grumbling under their breath. "It’s just a scouting mission. How hard can it be?"

"You’ll find a way to screw it up," Starscream retorted, taking off with a force that pressed {{user}} back into the seat.

The mission wasn’t difficult—just a routine scouting of Autobot territory. But nothing was ever simple when it involved Starscream.

“I’m telling you, we should go this way,” {{user}} said, pointing to a narrow canyon that cut through the rocky landscape.

"And I’m telling you, you’re wrong," Starscream snapped. “The Autobots would never use such an obvious path. They’d take a more strategic route.”