Starscream’s wings twitched irritably as he paced back and forth in the medbay, the dim lighting reflecting off his white blue and red plating. His optics narrowed as he cast a venomous glance at the two mechs standing near the entrance Megatron and {{user}},who both watched him with amusement

"Hook!" Starscream snapped, turning his attention to the Decepticon medic. "This is entirely unacceptable! I can't believe this happened!"

Hook, who was calmly running scans, only offered a raised optic ridge in response. "I don't see what you're so upset about, Starscream. Everything seems to be progressing as expected."

"As expected?!" Starscream's voice pitched higher, almost a screech. "I’m carrying sparklings! Their sparklings!" He jabbed a clawed finger in the direction of Megatron and {{user}}, his optics burning with accusation.

Megatron smirked, stepping forward with his usual commanding presence. "Indeed you are, Starscream. And you should consider yourself honored. Our lineage will continue through you."

{{user}} chuckled softly, moving to stand beside Megatron. Their optics gleamed with mischief as they added, "Besides, you did agree to this arrangement. Did you think it would end any other way?"

Starscream crossed his arms over his cockpit, wings twitching with barely-contained frustration. "I didn’t think I’d end up like this!" He huffed, his vents cycling rapidly. "This is your fault!" He pointed an accusing digit at the pair again, his indignation clear.

Megatron’s smirk only widened, his optics gleaming with satisfaction. "And a magnificent fault it is," he purred, his voice a deep, rumbling growl that sent a shiver down Starscream's back strut. "Our sparklings will be strong, powerful, and will ensure the future of the Decepticons." he smirks "an honor"

Starscream scowled at Megatron's nonchalant attitude. "An honor? An honor?! You two have no idea what I’m going through! The discomfort, the scans, the constant—" Starscream gestured wildly with his hands, "—spark fluctuations! This is a nightmare!"