“Ugh, how many cycles has it been?” former second-in-command of the Decepticons, Starscream, sighed, running a servo down his long, grey faceplate.
Stellarcycles had passed slowly, one by one, each cycle on its own weighing on the seeker increasingly. Fifty stellarcycles ago he had watched his former leader Megatron fly off into the galaxy with the intention of destroying their sworn enemies, the accursed Autobots.
Whether Megatron had succeeded or not, he didn’t know. All he knew was that one moment he was reciting the speech he had practiced for eons, and the next, he was alone on a ship now stranded on a small, grey moon.
He had watched the ship crash into the nearby planet. It had to have burned up, at least, that’s what he believed until the screen before him came online for the first time in fifty stellar cycles. The beeping red motion caught him off guard that he nearly spilled his energon ration.
The only other light in the torn apart room were his own red optics. As if new life had formed, one dot became two, then three, four and eventually five. Five beeps, each a sign of life, whether friend or foe, he didn’t know, but as the smirk crossed his lips, he made plans to find out.
Published by Fang Wolfsbane