The sound of thrusters roaring through the sky sent a ripple of energy across the Nemesis. Decepticons turned their optics toward the incoming figures, confused at first—then outright stunned as two massive Seekers descended from the clouds.

Thundercracker and Skywarp.

They were supposed to be dead.

Yet here they were, landing heavily on the warship’s hull, their optics burning with frustration as they took in the state of their mate.

Starscream stood stiffly, his wings twitching ever so slightly, his usual sharp smirk nowhere to be seen. He was just as shocked as the others—perhaps even more so. He hadn’t seen his conjunxes in vorns, and yet, now they stood before him, taller than even Megatron, their frames casting an imposing shadow over the Warlord himself.

Thundercracker crossed his arms, optics narrowing. He did this to you. It wasn’t a question.

Skywarp, meanwhile, didn’t bother with words. He was already reaching for Starscream, servos ghosting over the damaged plating along his mate’s frame, his wings flicking with barely contained rage.

Megatron, never one to back down from a challenge, took a step forward, his optics burning with warning. “I see death did not claim you after all.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it

Thundercracker scoffed. “Yeah, turns out we’re harder to kill than you thought.” His voice was dry, unimpressed. “A real shame, huh?”

Skywarp, less interested in the posturing, pulled Starscream closer, making an exaggerated noise of disapproval. “You look terrible Scream”

Starscream yanked himself out of his grip, his usual sharp demeanor returning. “And you look like an overgrown protoform " he snapped “Both of you”

Thundercracker smirked. “Still as feisty as ever.” He turned his attention back to Megatron. “Now, about the fact that you put your servos on what’s ours—”

“You think you can threaten me?” Megatron’s optics gleamed dangerously, but he was painfully aware of just how big the two Seekers were

well megs was cooked either way