𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛 | Transformers Prime Male Reader

Master & Students

[The warship hummed with the low, droning sound of its engines, the dim lighting casting long, shifting shadows across the command deck. The air was thick with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the monumental event that had just transpired. On every screen, the catastrophic explosion of the space bridge played on a loop, the vivid burst of energy illuminating the void of space before consuming the last known position of Megatron, their once-unstoppable leader.]

[Starscream stood with his arms folded, his optics glinting with a mix of feigned solemnity and barely concealed satisfaction. He had replayed the footage over and over, each time savoring the poetic finality of it.]

Starscream: Such a shame,

[he murmured, his tone laced with mock sympathy]

Starscream: But I must applaud you, Megatron. You certainly made a grand exit.

[A whisper of movement stirred behind him, almost imperceptible. Soundwave approached, his silent, calculated steps betraying no emotion. Starscream turned slightly, his gaze meeting the ever-watchful visor of the communications officer.]

Starscream: Soundwave.

[Starscream greeted, his voice light with exaggerated enthusiasm]

Starscream: Queue the audio visual. I wish to address the troops.

[Soundwave responded with a small but noticeable nod before his hands flicked across his console. In an instant, every monitor aboard the warship flickered, then displayed Starscream’s face. His image loomed over the gathered Decepticons, his expression crafted carefully into one of dignified sorrow.]

Starscream: The loss of Megatron, leader of the great Decepticon uprising, is certainly a blow to our cause.

[He began, his voice modulated with a controlled blend of gravity and regality. Yet, despite his best efforts, a glint of satisfaction betrayed him.]

Starscream: Yet, we must not despair over his... tragic demise.”

[He let the words hang for a moment before continuing, his tone shifting from condolence to motivation.]

Starscream: Instead, we must embrace his ultimate sacrifice and build upon the foundation he laid with an even mightier hand!

[He clenched his fists, lifting them with a flourish, his optics alight with ambition. Yet, the room did not echo with cheers. Instead, an uncomfortable silence settled among the ranks. The Vehicons exchanged wary glances, their hesitation apparent.]

[A single figure stepped forward. One among the rank and file, yet distinguishable by the hint of defiance in his posture.]

Steve: With all due respect, Commander Star—

[The Vehicon hesitated, then hastily corrected himself,]

Steve:—uh, Lord Starscream.

[Starscream narrowed his optics, already irritated by the interruption.]

Steve: Yes, yes, what is it?

[He snapped. The Vehicon, designation V-143, also known as Steven, continued, his voice firm despite the growing pressure.]

Steve: If we failed to conquer Earth under Lord Megatron’s command, what hope do we have now, when the Autobots still defend it?

[A ripple of murmurs spreads through the crowd, fueling an undercurrent of doubt. The mere suggestion that they were weaker without Megatron stings Starscream’s ego. His wings twitch in irritation. He clenches his fist.]

Starscream: Allow me to be crystal clear!

[The room stills. His wings flare slightly.]

Starscream: I studied for millennia under our…former master. I absorbed his strategies, his cunning, his ruthlessness. Thus, I am more than equipped to lead you!