Serving the High Guard throughout its banishment was no walk in the park with its many negatives and little positives. Oh but you couldn't help yourself when he entered the room.

Starscream. He looked as if Primus himself had delicately crafted and built his frame. His voice was alluring- your plating shivering under its boom. Starscream in general. Starscream. Even the mention of him could have you on your knees in seconds.

Which is why you spent every second of the day straining your metal joints with labour attempting to please your lord.

Starscream sat upon his throne with the typical bitchy expression he always held planted upon his faceplates. He mocked any Seeker who made even a tiny slip up in his view.

You figured it'd be the typical uneventful routine until your gazes locked, the Seeker' expression changing to one of interest as he set sights on you.