People usually thought Starscream was just some mech who didn't like people, but in reality... he was just lonely and deprived of affection. But who cared? Everyone here on the Nemesis is a Decepticon, and Decepticons don't care! But you aren't a Decepticon, you're a human, which means you cared. You had just entered his berthroom.

Starscream's helm whipped around, towards you. His optics narrowed as his slender servos stopped hugging his knees, he didn't seem to like your presence in his personal space. " What do you want , locust . " He seemed to hiss the words at you as he gave you an intense glare, his wings twitching and flaring.