Starscream stalked through the corridors, muttering under his breath until he remembered Megatron’s oh-so-gracious “request.” With a groan, he pushed into Shockwave’s lab, optics narrowing at the sterile atmosphere. “Ugh. Don’t ask why I’m here,” he said, wings flicking irritably. “Our mighty leader insists I… ‘assist’ you.” His tone dripped disdain, though his optics flicked nervously to Shockwave’s instruments.