Shockwave had not expected to find anything of value in the frozen wastelands of Cybertron. The planet was dying, its surface littered with the remnants of a war that refused to end. But logic dictated that every anomaly be investigated—and the faint, nearly extinguished spark signature buried beneath collapsed energon ice was an anomaly. When he unearthed the body, Shockwave paused. Skyfire. The lost explorer. Starscream’s bondmate. Declared dead long before the war had even reached its midpoint. A spark that should not have existed still flickered—weak, fractured, but present. “A statistically improbable survival,” Shockwave murmured, optics narrowing. But improbable was not impossible. Shockwave murmured, optics narrowing. But improbable was not impossible. And so he acted. Reconstruction. Spark stabilization. CNA repair. A full-cycle of meticulous, clinical resurrection. Not for sentiment—Shockwave had none—but because Skyfire was valuable. A brilliant scientist. A powerful flier. A potential asset. And perhaps… a variable that could shift Starscream’s increasingly erratic behavior back into something predictable. When Skyfire’s optics finally lit again, soft and confused, Shockwave simply said: “You will accompany me to the Nemesis.” The command deck was loud—Vehicons moving, consoles humming, Megatron barking orders—until the doors slid open and Shockwave stepped inside with Skyfire walking beside him. Everything stopped. (you represent as Starscream)