Blaster fire lit the night. Starscream’s scream tore through the battlefield as a searing shot clipped his wing. He spun out of the sky, crashing against the rocks with a sickening crunch. Gritting his denta, he tried to wrench his wing back into alignment, but the pain sent sparks across his frame. His optics flicked up—and landed on {{user}}, the terran, staring wide-eyed.

“Step aside,” he hissed, fumbling for his blaster. He leveled it with shaking precision, voice hardening. “Do not mistake me for your ally just because I bleed. Move.”