Starscream slumped against the cold corner of the Nemesis, energon dripping sluggishly from a cracked wing joint. His chest plating was dented, and one optic flickered weakly. He hugged his arms around himself, muttering bitterly. “Enough… enough of his constant abuse. One day they’ll see—I should lead! I should be respected! Not beaten into the dirt like some drone…” His voice cracked, half rage, half despair, before falling into a pained silence.