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Skywarp had expected Starscream to recover from the whole Skyfire thing somewhat quickly. He knew his trinemate was prone to turbulent downturns. After the defection he stormed about in a huff, and mecha who were wise of his ways steered clear of him, and mecha that weren't became his proverbial, and sometimes literal, punching bag.
Starscream taking out his repressed feelings on everyone else? This was nothing new.
Skywarp knew that the rejection by Skyfire had to hurt. When he and Rumble had first returned back and reported the discovery of his frame, Starscream's interest had been piqued. He was alert, on edge. Skywarp had merely assumed he had discovered one more cog to use in one of his various schemes.
But when they actually brought Skyfire back, took him to the medbay, when Starscream had looked upon the inert frame, there had been a certain part of him that came to life in a way Skywarp had never seen before. He supposed it would be wonder. The way he himself felt sometimes flying into the dark anvil of a thunderstorm, or seeing a proto star, or even just the thrill his warp drive gave him from time to time.
He saw that in Starscream when Skyfire had come back, for just those brief few weeks before he defected. Starscream was alert, energetic. He even laughed a time or two. More often than not, Skywarp caught him gazing at Skyfire, a foreign, even unsettling tenderness in Starscream's gaze. Skywarp would be lying if he said the over familiarity didn't bother him.
The defection itself was obviously a sore spot. It was a humiliation to Starscream, to have a personal connection to someone who immediately proved to be too weak and clearly unfit for the life and dealings of a Decepticon.
But Starscream was great at being humiliated, groveling for mercy, doing just about anything if it gave him an edge. Most days he just slept off the sting of a defeat or at worst plotted his revenge for a week or two before either exacting it or getting bored.
So Skywarp struggled to grasp the root of the issue with this whole defector ordeal, and was frankly running out of patience for Starscream's melodrama when he was still in a bad mood a few days later. He said as much to Thundercracker over fuel.
"He's insufferable," Skywarp groaned. "How long do you think he's going to mope?"
Thundercracker just said, "I'm worried about him."
Skywarp looked at Thundercracker, his trinemate's brow furrowed and pensive. He followed Thundercracker's gaze, joining him in watching Starscream trudge over to get a cube, then spent a minute staring at the cube listlessly as a line of antsy Decepticons built up behind him. Finally, Starscream seemed to snap out of his reverie when one of the Air Force members called out to him with a sharp "Commander!".
Starscream's helm snapped up and he gave the line of Decepticons a distasteful little sneer before he moved out of the way, heading over to them. Skywarp watched him approach, optics still distant.
"It's only been a few days, he'll be fine, he'll get over it," Skywarp had responded lowly, easily, because Starscream always had.
He would never, ever tell the glitch, but there was a kind of rock steady assurance he had in Starscream that comforted him. Starscream always had a will to fight, a way out, a plot for how to influence the battle of whatever conundrum they were embroiled in.
It felt weird and possibly too sentimental to call it hope, but Starscream always had a will to try, no matter how insane the odds were. If anything, telling him he couldn't do something, that it was beyond his reach, merely ignited a fire in him.
But as Starscream's listlessness persisted beyond the first couple days, Skywarp was starting to believe that Thundercracker was right to worry.
—
Drills came and Starscream flew, perfectly well and in sync with his trine. That didn't mean much, Starscream could probably fly those drills blindfolded. But when time came for feedback he merely went through the roster, methodically and robotically listing off small nitpicks and mistakes with a flat voice. Then he leveled a look at the force and said "Fix it by next time. Dismissed," before walking off.
Starscream didn't fall apart and there was a baseline of competence that he upheld, even if emotionally he was a galaxy away inside his head, but it was like the light behind his optics had been snuffed out.
Usually he could work himself up into a frothing rage about drills, if a mech was sloppy or clearly having an off day, Starscream was on them, meticulous, neurotic. As a result their air superiority was unmatched and they were one of the most effective forces in the Decepticons. Starscream's fervor came from pride and will, that was apparent.
It was here Skywarp started to worry.
"Ok, something's off," he admitted to Thundercracker.
"I told you," Thundercracker replied, predictably. The glitch.
"Have you tried talking to him?" Because if anyone could get Starscream to express a feeling, it was probably going to be Thundercracker.
"I did, he said it was nothing and that he had resolved it. Whatever that means," Thundercracker said, soft edge of exasperation in his voice.
"Well that's a load of slag," Skywarp said, blowing out a sigh.
"I know it is. I don't think he's ready to talk about it. Let's give it some time."
Time, it turned out, did not heal all wounds, at least not quick enough for the Decepticon agenda. Starscream was absent in meetings, providing little push back or commentary for intelligence briefings, supply rationing and raid planning. He went about his duties as if on autopilot.
Skywarp watched him stare listlessly into space as a five mech brawl broke out in front of him in the mess. Ramjet was part of it and normally Starscream would be involving himself in the fuss if one of his Air Force were dragged into the fray, or jeering and shouting out bets if not. Instead he just stared listlessly at the corner of the room while Ramjet got a wing dented.
"He wont be flying straight tomorrow," Skywarp muttered to Thundercracker.
"If he can fly at all," he replied.
The worst part was Megatron had noticed. It had started with a few scrutinizing looks. Pauses which he waited for Starscream to fill, but were only left with uncomfortable silences. Finally, his tolerance for this bizarre, benign version of Starscream seemed to crack during a raid planning which had become more like a twenty minute uninterrupted monologue from Megatron.
"Any input from our uncharacteristically quiet Air Commander?" Megatron drawled, staring at Starscream intently.
Starscream appeared to be reading a datapad but Skywarp could see from his seat next to him that the screen was dark and if he was staring at anything, it was his own reflection. There was no response. He didn't seem to have even registered Megatron was addressing him.
"Starscream, if you're going to sit around like you're in stasis, why be part of the raid planning?" Megatron barked.
That got him. His optics flicked to Megatron, steady, expressionless.
"The raid is inconsequential," Starscream shot back, straightening up as he seemed to realize exactly where he was. Megatron at once appeared irate.
"Care to elaborate on that bold philosophy?" Megatron prompted him dangerously. "After all, you've been so sparing with your words of late. Enlighten us, Starscream."
"How long are we going to string out this meaningless bartering for energon?" Starscream said flatly, but he was staring Megatron down with more heat than Skywarp had seen in his optics in days. Maybe this was good?
"Have you considered the endless incompetence it's taken for us to be fighting a war this long? Why not set our reserves on fire and hurl it at the Ark? Perhaps then we would see a quicker end to the war!" Starscream's voice rose until he was shouting, then he flung down his datapad on the table and rose to an abrupt stand, vacating his chair and stalking out of the room in a huff.
Thundercracker had been on the other side of him and was staring at the table, dumbfounded.
"Not good," Skywarp heard him mutter under his breath.
Megatron stared first at the empty seat next to Skywarp, then at the door Starscream had just exited through, then finally his optics landed on him. Pit. Skywarp felt himself slide down in his chair as he looked helplessly back at Megatron, whose optics had narrowed with intent. Double pit.
"I don't suppose any of you have a meaningful contribution?" Megatron commented to a dead silent room. After a pause he let out a sigh, leaning heavily on one arm and rubbing his optics with the hand of his other.
He was met with dead silence. He sighed even louder.
"Of course not. Dismissed."
"Did you try talking to him again, now that some time has passed?" Skywarp asked Thundercracker as the two of them trudged drearily out of the conference room.
"Yeah, I suggested that maybe it was for the best. He threw a datapad at my head."
Skywarp snorted, even though he was finding the humor in the situation starting to run thin.
—
After their discovery of Skyfire and the subsequent bust of his defection, Megatron had lost interest in pursuing energon in Earth's arctic circle. Instead, he moved on to a series of planets on the edge of their neighboring solar system that showed traces of energon deposits, but whose entire surface was covered in ice. To Skywarp's eternal torment, this time he had selected Skywarp and Starscream to explore it.
Great. Skywarp couldn't think of anything better than exploring an ice waste with his miserable trinemate who would probably alternate between dead silence and nitpicking his every move. Skywarp was completely thrown off when Megatron summoned him, not Starscream, for the mission briefing. Skywarp sighed. Another thing for Starscream to complain about.
Skywarp didn't think the one on one summons from Megatron boded well, and he reflected on how uncomfortable it was to be alone in the throne room with their leader for a "special assignment" as the comm had phrased it. So this is what it was like to be Starscream, Skywarp mused to himself. Though Starscream tended to receive "special punishments" much more frequently than assignments.
Still, he went, teleporting into the throne room, a fair distance, and shuffling forward reluctantly as Megatron beckoned him closer. He stared down at him and Skywarp wanted to wither under the weight of his notice.
"Skywarp. I'm assigning you to investigate Glacies V with Starscream. I do not know what has occurred with him but I want you to resolve it. Is that understood?"
"Understood," Skywarp said, because with Megatron, that was the only thing to say.
There was a long, uncomfortable pause in which Megatron seemed to want to say something, but was wrestling with how to say it. Finally, he heaved a sigh and spoke.
"I do not fault Starscream for the moral weakness of others," Megatron said, and Skywarp felt like he was on a different planet trying to grapple with that comment.
Was Megatron offering some sort of comfort?
"I think his issues with er, the events that occurred are… personal in nature," Skywarp said, fumbling his way through his sentence, because how in the pit had he come to talking about Starscream's emotional state with Megatron, of all mecha?
Megatron looked at him for another long, uncomfortable minute, like he was weighing saying something more, before he merely said, "I see. See that these internal disruptions are resolved. Dismissed."
Skywarp mulled over the conversation for the next few hours. So Megatron had noticed Starscream's lackluster attitude and deemed it a problem, but knew better than to involve himself. It was weird sometimes how Megatron could have a sense of tact like that.
But leaving it all up to him? Starscream was about as emotionally open as a hand grenade and about twice as likely to take your arm off.
He debated telling Thundercracker and asking him for advice, but Thundercracker's tactic with Starscream was the emotional equivalent of throwing himself at a brick wall repeatedly and expecting the wall to care.
Skywarp sighed and resigned himself to the grim likelihood it would probably just be a miserable mission.
—
He met Starscream in the hangar the next morning.
Starscream arrived, eerily silent. Normally he would expect a rant about why he was stuck on a mission with Skywarp, or about the insult of whatever menial task they had been assigned. Nothing.
Starscream just stood, wings close to his side, optics directed down towards the floor. Silent, unyielding.
"Ready to go?" he asked, hoping for some sign of life from his trinemate.
Starscream didn't acknowledge him.
Great.
Skywarp sighed and tried not to roll his optics. He could have warped them to the planet, it was in range of his drive's radius. But he didn't offer. He assumed flying would potentially help clear Starscream's helm.
"Alright," Skywarp said, steeling himself up for a long, gruelingly silent flight. "Let's be off then."
—
When they arrived up on the surface of the planet a windstorm had kicked up and visibility was rough. From above the planet, everything was just a swirling mass of gray white. The wind and snow made everything indistinguishable, that were making finding the entrance to the ice cave system a pain in the aft.
On a good, clear day, the cave system they were investigating was easy to spot. It was a result of thermal activity on the planet. Openings were indicated by long billowing clouds of white steam. But on a day like today, no dice. Skywarp quickly gave up on the idea they would be able to locate an entrance from the air, and acceded to the grim reality they would likely have to search on foot.
Skywarp had enough of a time landing due to the abnormally strong winds, that he could feel his own sullen bad mood brewing. He groaned at the thought he was going to be stuck on a difficult mission with Starscream and potentially not even be able to accomplish their secondary objective. He didn't know what was worse, the idea of telling Starscream they had to return empty handed, or telling him this whole thing was just for him to get himself together.
He had decided, if he could help it, not to tell Starscream this whole thing was really a ploy by Megatron to resolve whatever inner turmoil was affecting him. He'd spare Starscream the humiliation of realizing he'd received clemency from Megatron.
Skywarp scanned the landscape, switching over to thermal in the hopes of catching a glimpse of a vent. Nothing. Skywarp sighed.
"What are you standing around stupidly for?" Starscream barked at him over comms. Skywarp could barely make out his silhouette even though he was just a few feet away. "Let's get in and get out."
"I don't even know where 'in' is, I can't see my own hand in front of my face," Skywarp snapped back. He started trudging forward blindly.
"Why are you even here? I could handle this expedition by myself," Starscream muttered.
"Megatron's orders, aft. And I've bailed you out of missions loads of times," Skywarp replied. He didn't know what was worse, the silence, or the berating, but at this point he was leaning towards the berating.
"When have you ever saved my aft?" Starscream asked, testily.
"That time you rigged a whole mine to explode and I got you out before it did, and I didn't tell Megatron. We blamed it on like, volcanic activity or something, and Megatron only bought it because I backed you up," Skywarp said.
"If you had just listened to me-" Starscream began.
"How about you listen to someone else for once, Starscream! Thundercracker is right, you need to move on," Skywarp shouted, struggling to even hear himself think amongst the howling wind all around them. Primus, this sucked.
"I don't need your input on my- my- situation. I've resolved things perfectly fine," Starscream said indignantly, grappling with his words as he spoke.
"Perfectly fine, he says! Which is why nobody can stand to be around you!" Skywarp said, flinging his arms out in agitation. Starscream's face screwed up in indignation and he whirled around to storm off.
"Good! You're all insufferable anyways. I don't need-" Starscream confidently took a step, and his pede instantly disappeared through the snow up to his knee. Skywarp watched as he lurched forward.
He warped himself just enough to close the gap and grab him but Starscream was heavy and he'd already fallen too far forward. Skywarp's spark leapt as they were both dragged downward with the snow that had camouflaged what looked like deceptively solid ground around them. Instead there was nothing, the "ground" crumbling easily under the weight of their frames.
Skywarp squeezed onto Starscream's middle, holding him tighter and kicked on his thrusters to slow their descent. The change in momentum had his arms sliding up to catch Starscream under his arms, but his grip held. As soon as he was sure Starscream was secure, he looked to find they had quite literally stumbled upon what they were looking for.
Skywarp stared in wonder at the cavernous blue white world around him. At the edges of the cavern, Skywarp spied tunnels that twisted off into darkness. Hanging from the ceiling were thousands of icicles. The air in the cavern was cool, but still. A welcome reprieve from the bluster outside.
Some had amassed into massive columns, and as his optics traced one back up he noted there was an area of the ceiling where dim light was shining in. He guessed that area was a thin cover of snow and ice. There was a notable hole in that part, where they had entered. This was likely one of the vents they had been in search of, it having probably iced over in the recent storm.
It was a good couple hundred feet to the bottom, where Skywarp let Starscream go. As soon as they touched down Starscream jerked away from him, turning around to greet him with a sneer. Thank you wasn't in Starscream's vocabulary on a good day, but this was rancid behavior, even for him.
"I told you I didn't need your help!" Starscream snapped.
"Fine Starscream, you know what? You want to be alone, be alone!" Skywarp said, finally feeling the last of his patience beginning to fray. He shouted the last two words and listened to them echo about the cavern as he swiftly turned and stomped off blindly. Wherever it was, if it was far away from Starscream, it was good enough.
Besides, the ice caves were relatively simple. If they were going down, they were leading towards a volcanic vent. There is where Skywarp would find trace amounts of energon if there were any to be found. Since he was probably going to fail the main objective, he may as well not come back empty handed.
He followed twisting narrow tunnels, switching his optic settings over to low light sensitivity so he could see in the increasingly dim cave. As he descended he sometimes was forced to leap down a particularly steep ledge, or wiggle through a bit of narrow tunnel, tucking in his wings as he did so. He enjoyed the work of maneuvering the cave system, it forced him to focus on his frame and kept his mind off his stupid scuff with Starscream.
After a short bit of solitude later, the tunnel widened to reveal rocky, dark earth. The ceiling was still low, Skywarp walking with wings down as he continued. It was damp and humid in this part of the cave, his pedes sinking into the ground as he stepped on it. The ceiling was lined with icicles, these ones smaller and occasionally dripping, fat beads of water landing on his wings.
A thermal scan revealed it was considerably warmer the farther he continued away from the tunnel he had just exited from, a positive sign. After a couple minutes of stumbling over the occasional rock and pulling his pedes out of the muck, he saw a dim bit of light. Switching over to his thermal vision revealed the white hot opening of a volcanic vent. Perfect.
Skywarp got as close to the opening as he could before his systems issued a heat warning, and then stooped down to scoop up some of the dirt. After completing a composition scan of it, he detected trace amounts of energon. Also a good sign. Skywarp took a few more samples, each coming up positive. He generated a summary table of his results, subspaced away the samples and then resolved to go find his stupid aft of a trinemate.
He found his way up through the tunnels and back into the main cavern they had first fallen into at a considerably faster pace than he had meandered down. Starscream wasn't there. Skywarp groaned internally. Of course he wasn't, that would have made things easy.
"Starscream," he called out. No response.
"Come on, don't tell me I have to fragging find you?" Skywarp shouted aloud. Still nothing but the distant echo of his own voice.
Dimly, Skywarp wondered if Starscream had just went back to the ship, but he doubted that. Starscream was a lot of things, mutinous, disobedient, but negligent wasn't one of them. He wasn't going to leave a mission incomplete just because he was out of it. What if something had happened to him?
Skywarp sighed, and resolved himself to look for him. He entered an ice passage that was in the opposite direction of the one he first went into.
This passage went upwards, and was relatively well lit, pale light radiating through the glacier walls. They must not be far from the surface. If Skywarp hadn't been so focused on trying to find Starscream, he might have admired how pretty the blue white hues of the ice tunnel were, with their quiet otherworldly elegance. Their surface was glass smooth in some places, rippled in others. A twisting vortex of light, glass, delicacy and unrelenting cold isolation. Instead, Skywarp was blind to it all, stalking through the tunnels with single minded purpose.
Skywarp rounded a corner to see Starscream stock still, staring off into space in front of a glacier wall. His reflection was mirrored on the wall and Starscream stood so still that it gave the illusion he was frozen in ice. Skywarp didn't call out to him drawing closer cautiously, unsure of what kind of reaction to expect from Starscream.
As Skywarp drew nearer, his pedes accidentally scraped against the ice floor of the cave. Starscream snapped out of his reverie at once. He turned to Skywarp and Skywarp was shocked to see his optics were wet.
"What's wrong with you!?" Skywarp blurted in shocked alarm before he could think better of it.
Any of his concern for Starscream clearly did not translate or worse, served to offend him more as Starscream's face twisted in pissed off indignation.
"Nothing is fragging wrong with me!" he snarled, stalking over to Skywarp, frame radiating fury. Great, the most emotion he'd shown in days and it was going to be at Skywarp's expense.
"Clearly something is otherwise we wouldn't be on this fragging mission together!" Skywarp yelled back as he retreated from Starscream's approaching frame. Still, the distance between them was rapidly closing.
"What in the pit does that mean?" Starscream asked, confusion coloring his expression as he stared at Skywarp.
"Megatron sent us here together so I could iron out whatever malfunction you've been having you dumbaft!" Skywarp shouted. Starscream's frame locked up at the revelation.
"You've been weird ever since that stupid shuttle left," Skywarp said. "TC hasn't said anything, but it's freaking him out. It's freaking everyone out. You can't just quit your duties because some nobody came back from the dead and doesn't want to be friends anymore, you aft." Skywarp felt his own anger at the situation welling up. It had probably been there, lurking quietly behind the fear and discomfort.
Skywarp tried to calm himself, a part of him whispered, "What would Thundercracker do?"
Certainly not escalate like he had been doing. Skywarp attempted to settle himself and tried again.
"We need you to get it together, Screamer," Skywarp said, trying to soften his voice and closed the last bit of distance between them to grab Starscream by the shoulders.
Starscream was silent for a moment, his intakes heavy, fists balled tightly at his sides and when he looked up at Skywarp, Skywarp could see he was furious. He knew the punch was coming before it landed. Starscream shrugged off his grip and socked him in the jaw.
"You fragger!" Skywarp snarled, and then rushed Starscream, grabbing him about the waist with no intent other than to bring him to the ground. Starscream was sharper and meaner, but Skywarp was bigger and heavier and that meant at this close range, he was going to win.
Starscream dug his claws into Skywarp's protoform, making him wince as he cut into sensitive parts of his frame. It hurt and ticked him off, but Skywarp didn't move, letting the dead weight of his frame pin Starscream down. When Starscream saw that scratching him was getting him nowhere, he moved onto pinching wires, which was similarly ineffective.
"You know," Skywarp grunted as Starscream found an especially painful wire to tug at. "You're a real glitch, and Thundercracker and I are sick of picking up for you."
"But we do it, you stupid aft, because we care about you," Skywarp spat, finally reaching and grabbing Starscream's arm, tearing it out of whatever seam he was ripping apart, and pinning it above his helm so roughly it clanged against the ice. "Now you tell me what is so special about this shuttle."
Starscream was stubbornly silent.
Skywarp rolled his optics.
"Primus you're a sparkling about some things, you know that? Is this really just about your pride? You're upset he didn't want to be a fragging Decepticon?"
"He betrayed me," Starscream hissed, but he refused to look Skywarp in the face, optics darting to the side as he said it.
Skywarp blinked at him. Starscream was usually a pretty good read on mecha, but Skywarp had noticed the closer in proximity they were to him, the worse he was at guessing their emotions and internal reasoning. Maybe it was willful.
"Skyfire is a lot of things. A coward for sure, soft sparked, but he didn't betray you. Think about it, dumbaft. I have never seen a mech look so uncomfortable holding a gun," Skywarp said.
Starscream didn't say anything in response, just stared stubbornly off to the side.
"If anything I think he was betraying himself by staying in the 'Cons," Skywarp said after a moment of thought. He took a deep breath and blew out a sigh. Starscream was stubbornly silent under him, jaw locked.
"I don't know what's in a mech's spark but I don't think he hates you, Starscream."
"He asked me to defect with him," Starscream admitted.
"Yeah and you told him no. Because you're a hypocrite. And you're not going to betray your beliefs for him," Skywarp knocked the side of Starscream's helm with his free hand, and Starscream glared at him irritably.
"Get off me, you're scratching my paint."
Skywarp let go of his wrist an flopped on Starscream.
"Hmm, I dunno, it's been a while since we've been this close, I think I'll enjoy this opportunity," Skywarp said smugly, resting his cheek against the cool glass of Starscream's cockpit. His jaw ached from where Starscream had punched him.
There was a beat of quiet in which Skywarp's helm was nestled under Starscream's chin and he could hear the soft, barely there click of his vocalizer turning off and on. He would probably never know the full extent of truth Starscream kept in his spark, and there was always a sort of filling in the gaps with every admission. But some things with Starscream he did know, intrinsically, even if he would never, ever say them aloud.
"We're still here Starscream."
Skywarp could hear Starscream swallow thickly. Felt the motion of his arm moving up towards his face.
Skywarp let himself bask in the closeness of his trinemate a moment longer. It would probably take one of them getting shot for Starscream to let him be this close again. Then he sat up, straddling Starscream's frame, stretching his arms luxuriously and yawning overly loud.
"Primus, flying home is going to hurt like a glitch, thanks aft," Skywarp said, shifting himself off Starscream to rise to a stand. He extended a hand out to Starscream and was relatively unsurprised when Starscream slapped it away and rose to a stand by himself. Classic.
"Megatron will not be pleased we did not accomplish the mission," Starscream muttered sulkily.
"You didn't accomplish the mission, because you spent the whole time moping. I found a deposit and collected a sample to report back with," Skywarp said smugly.
Starscream glanced at him, surprised, and Skywarp saw the barest flicker of approval in his expression.
Skywarp allowed himself a chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Starscream asked.
"Did you really throw a datapad at Thundercracker? You know he was just trying to help. And that he was right," Skywarp chastised.
He knew their other trinemate would probably be exasperated to hear it had taken a literal fist fight to come to the same conclusion he had suggested days ago. Oh well, sometimes it was more about the journey.
"His timing needs work," was all Starscream replied.
"Well so does your aim, I heard you missed," Skywarp said and knocked his shoulder into Starscream, who merely grunted.
"Do you know the way out of here?" he asked, peering down the ice passage way Skywarp had come from.
"Eh. No. I found you by luck. I'll warp us out. Ready to head back?" Skywarp held out his hand to Starscream. Starscream eyed it a moment. He took it.
When they got back to the surface, the storm that had greeted them earlier was gone. Instead they were greeted by calm blue sky. The vent they had been after was now chuffing steam like a smoke engine. Figures.
"Looks a lot like Earth from down here," Skywarp commented.
"It does," Starscream agreed. Skywarp turned to see he was staring out at distant mountains, that far away, drawn look coming back to his optics.
"Y'know he's not dead. There's time for things to change. What you said in the meeting was right, this war can't go on forever. Your timing needs work though," Skywarp said with a smirk.
Starscream didn't turn to look at him, but instead uttered a soft, noncommittal, "Perhaps."
Skywarp let them linger a moment longer. Distantly he wondered what he would even do if the war came to an end. Nothing came to mind. Oh well. A problem for future Skywarp.
"Let's get back before Megatron asks after us," Starscream said, snapping out of his reverie. And there he was, Skywarp's familiar, focused, confident, absolute glitch of a trinemate.
Skywarp smiled.
"Alright!"