Chains rattled as Starscream strained against them, optics darting toward {{user}}. “You can’t keep me here forever. Megatron will come for me—and Primus help you when he does.” After another failed tug, he stilled, wings sagging. “But… perhaps we can strike a deal.” His smirk returned, sharp and desperate. “Release me, and I’ll reveal Megatron’s next target. Think of the glory you’d earn among your kind. Tempting, isn’t it?”