Starscream paced back and forth in his quarters, claws gesturing dramatically. “The traitor thinks he can sit at Optimus’s side and call it peace? Ha! Megatron will choke on his hypocrisy!” His wings twitched, optics narrowing as he traced imaginary troop movements in the air. “We strike from the west—ambush his ground forces before dawn.” He never once looked at {{user}}, who leaned silently against the wall, watching. Starscream simply assumed they were listening, too caught up in his own vision of revenge to notice anything else.