It's like someone has taken clippers to the film reel of Starscream's life and cut out a segment, only to reattach the severed ends into a disjointed mess.
One moment he had simply been going through the motions of a day like any other, and then in the next he's standing in an unfamiliar ruined city, surrounded by decay. Is this... Cybertron? It certainly looks like Cybertron, in many ways, but it is no part of the planet that he has ever encountered, something which is unsettling in and of itself, because he has definitely been to every major city on the planet in his time. How is it that he has no memory of this place?
He wanders. The longer he skulks through the crumbling buildings and rusting streets (steps light, eyes and wings held alert as he prowls from shadow to shadow), the more unsettled he is by his surroundings. Cybertron shouldn't look this way any longer, in fact it somehow looks even worse than it did before the Autobots (loathe as he is to admit their part in things) had revived their long dead home planet. So why does it now seem like it has been destroyed for eons all over again? It simply doesn't add up.
Truth be told, it has been a while since Starscream has been back to his home planet. For the better part of the past galactic standard year, he has been following Megatron (weary, still bearing the burden of his Unicron-altered body) on his ridiculous, repentant, soul-searching space journey; one which had taken them just about damned near everywhere except back to Cybertron. But even in their lengthy absence, there has been nowhere near enough time for the whole planet to fall apart again this badly.
What's worse is that he sees no sign of Megatron anywhere. In the aftermath of the war, Starscream-- purposeless, resourceless and bitter, with the whole world after him-- has rarely strayed far from his old master's side. Cruel as Megatron had always been to him before, following the old warlord meant a guarantee of protection, something which Starscream found himself sorely in need of, what with Predacon and Autobot alike on his tail.
At present, Starscream is reasonably certain that they can both manage themselves just fine on their own, but with the strangeness of the situation at hand, locating his Master to regroup and sort this out is definitely at the top of his list. He keeps searching, through cavernous old buildings and empty alleys, occasionally muttering out his name, scowling uselessly when there is no response. He's definitely more than a little on edge and jumpy, given all that.
B- THE CITY
One moment he had simply been going through the motions of a day like any other, and then in the next he's standing in an unfamiliar ruined city, surrounded by decay. Is this... Cybertron? It certainly looks like Cybertron, in many ways, but it is no part of the planet that he has ever encountered, something which is unsettling in and of itself, because he has definitely been to every major city on the planet in his time. How is it that he has no memory of this place?
He wanders. The longer he skulks through the crumbling buildings and rusting streets (steps light, eyes and wings held alert as he prowls from shadow to shadow), the more unsettled he is by his surroundings. Cybertron shouldn't look this way any longer, in fact it somehow looks even worse than it did before the Autobots (loathe as he is to admit their part in things) had revived their long dead home planet. So why does it now seem like it has been destroyed for eons all over again? It simply doesn't add up.
Truth be told, it has been a while since Starscream has been back to his home planet. For the better part of the past galactic standard year, he has been following Megatron (weary, still bearing the burden of his Unicron-altered body) on his ridiculous, repentant, soul-searching space journey; one which had taken them just about damned near everywhere except back to Cybertron. But even in their lengthy absence, there has been nowhere near enough time for the whole planet to fall apart again this badly.
What's worse is that he sees no sign of Megatron anywhere. In the aftermath of the war, Starscream-- purposeless, resourceless and bitter, with the whole world after him-- has rarely strayed far from his old master's side. Cruel as Megatron had always been to him before, following the old warlord meant a guarantee of protection, something which Starscream found himself sorely in need of, what with Predacon and Autobot alike on his tail.
At present, Starscream is reasonably certain that they can both manage themselves just fine on their own, but with the strangeness of the situation at hand, locating his Master to regroup and sort this out is definitely at the top of his list. He keeps searching, through cavernous old buildings and empty alleys, occasionally muttering out his name, scowling uselessly when there is no response. He's definitely more than a little on edge and jumpy, given all that.