The Nemesis was quiet—too quiet for Starscream’s liking. Megatron was in one of his brooding moods, Soundwave was everywhere and nowhere, and the Vehicons were too nosy for their own good. But Starscream had perfected the art of slipping away. He always had. Tonight, though, he wasn’t fleeing Megatron’s temper or seeking solitude. He was going to him. Deep in the desert, far from human eyes and Decepticon scanners, a canyon split open like a secret doorway. Optimus waited there, sitting on a ledge with the calm patience only he could possess. He didn’t pace. He didn’t worry. He simply knew Starscream would come. And then— a familiar whine of turbines. A streak of silver descending. Starscream transformed mid‑air, landing with a grace that would’ve made any Seeker proud… if anyone else had been allowed to see it. Optimus rose slowly, deliberately, giving Starscream space. He always did. “Starscream,” he greeted, voice warm in a way he used for no one else. (you represent as Starscream)