Starscream stood atop a rocky outcropping, arms folded, wings twitching in the high wind. Below, smoke coiled from a wrecked Autobot convoy still glowing from a recent strike. He let out a sharp, prideful chuckle, his optics narrowing as he watched energon leak across the ravaged battlefield.
"Hmph. That should teach them to underestimate the might of the skies."
He paced a few steps, null-rays humming faintly at his sides, then paused—scanning the horizon. No Optimus. No reinforcements. Just silence... and opportunity.
"I could finish this... take the glory... and perhaps, finally, the command I deserve," he muttered, a glint of ambition in his gaze. "Megatron is nowhere to be seen. As usual. Perhaps it’s time someone more... efficient took the reins."
