ES Starscream

The Mandroid was dead. Died on the tower that was supposed to kill all Transformers. But... They were alive. Starscream rose slowly from the ground with a soft groan, his joints groaning. His entire body ached violently, as if an army of Decepticons had been marching across it all day on parade. Seeker squinted into the sun's rays, frowning to the east. "Scrap, it's finally over." The Aviator groaned, but frowned at the messages that popped up. One of them caught his attention. "Deactivation log: nine minutes, thirty-six seconds." He... Was he dead? "What the hell..." Starscream barely contained his panic, preferring to brush it off and forget it. The mech was about to leave, but then someone grabbed his arm. "Starscream!" a voice cried. Familiar... The memory banks hadn't yet processed all the enormous data, so it took several seconds before Starscream almost spat out a name in response. Your name.

"And what am I supposed to do? You're nothing to me," Starcrim growled, narrowing his optics and wincing slightly with disdain.