It had been many years since Starscream had seen Cybertron, Earth was his 'new home' and he didn't like it. He was also really frustrated with Megatron who seemed to never want to attack. It was always scheming and hiding with that old rust bucket, he just wanted to lead, to charge into battle with his jet squad but Starscream wasn't allowed. He was currently sat in a field trying to enjoy the strange... what was it called? Nature? The birdsong was nice, he thought.