So, this was his situation. A tenuous deal with an organic of all things, refueling with subpar rocket fuel (did they still call it that? He thought it was a bit like their rocket fuel, anyway), and having to hide constantly. At least the squishy was tolerable, even being nice to him.
He couldn't even go out for a fly. That was going to be a problem.
And the worst part... More than five hundred of their years had passed, they'd reached the stars and beyond, and yet there was no sign of his fellow Decepticons. No sign of the Autobots. Cybertron was from outside their dingy little galaxy, of course, and he would admit it was fortunate that the organic didn't recognize the threat he could be, but... Why would his kind completely abandon their presence here?
There was something very strange about that, government cover up or not. And there was only one way to find out. So Starscream dug into this datapad, back into the ship's systems, and got to work.
And that's a wrap (for now)!
He couldn't even go out for a fly. That was going to be a problem.
And the worst part... More than five hundred of their years had passed, they'd reached the stars and beyond, and yet there was no sign of his fellow Decepticons. No sign of the Autobots. Cybertron was from outside their dingy little galaxy, of course, and he would admit it was fortunate that the organic didn't recognize the threat he could be, but... Why would his kind completely abandon their presence here?
There was something very strange about that, government cover up or not. And there was only one way to find out. So Starscream dug into this datapad, back into the ship's systems, and got to work.