The G.H.O.S.T detention center was cold, stale, and desolate of all life. All life, besides that of its prisoners. Each massive holding cell enclosed by a electrical field held a former and/or current decepticon. Starscream, was one of those unlucky few. The former second in command of the decepticon army sat in the corner of his cell, looking upon the ground reflecting on his life, and how things could have possibly led to this horrible moment.