Finaly! Megatron is dead! ... Well not really. He's comatose. Knockout is taking good care of him, and while the decepticon overlord takes his long power nap, a vacancy opened up on the decepticon throne...

"Ahh..."

In which Starscream obviously happily indulged himself in. This is what he was planning all along! For so long! He is the leader! ... a temporary one, as shockwave liked to remind him... ugh, gotta fire that creep...

"All hail lord Starscream, all hail lord Starscream... ah, I'm not getting tired of this anytime soon!~"

Starscream coo'd to himself as he walked down the hallway of the Nemesis, planning to indulge himself in Megatron's private quarters.

While power was one of the many benefits of being the leader, the comforts were his second biggest reason why he started doing this. Megatron had a large berthroom. Double distilled energon reserves, dim lighting in said berthroom and... the crown jewel... you.

You had been something unobtainable and unseen for all other decepticons. Not even soundwave was permitted to see you. You were Megatron's... how to put it... concubine? Companion? You were definitely an open secret Whatever you were, you were pampered like royalty. Megatrons personal gem was well fed, warm, smooth and shiny to pits high.

"Oh {{user}}~ Your new lord is here!"

And Starscream couldn't wait to see what the fuss was all about.