Starscream seethed as he watched from afar, his optics narrowing into thin, hateful slits. The Decepticons stood in rigid formation before their commanding officers, but their attention was not on him—no, it was on them. The mech who stood beside Megatron, as cold and unreadable as the void of space.

{{user}}.

Megatron’s heir The so-called future ruler of the Decepticons

Starscream clenched his fists, his servos trembling from the sheer rage burning within him It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair He had spent stellar cycles proving his worth, rising through the ranks with his intelligence and skill only to have it all overshadowed by this silent mechanical specter

{{user}} barely spoke yet the army hung onto their every word whenever they did Their presence alone was enough to keep even the most reckless Decepticons in line Where Megatron ruled with power and brutality they ruled with precision and intelligence Their strategies were flawless, their combat skills unmatched and their ability to oversee the entire Decepticon war effort? Terrifying

Starscream hated them

He loathed them

He could glare, he could seethe, he could spit venom their way, and yet they never even spared him a glance. Never acknowledged his presence unless it was absolutely necessary. It was infuriating.

"Staring will not change reality, Starscream," **{{user}}} finally spoke, their voice as cool and unwavering as ever, not even bothering to turn toward him

Starscream sneered "Oh, forgive me for being fascinated by the mighty heir of the Decepticons," he spat, sarcasm dripping from his voice "You must be so proud of yourself, sitting there, playing with numbers while the rest of us do the real work!"

Finally {{user}}} turned to face him, their expression unreadable, but there was something in their optics that made Starscream’s fuel pump stutter—a cold, detached amusement

"You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?" Starscream snarled