#pompousprime

BoundGaggedGlaring furiously at the Autobots examining segments of his flight codingTouching his WINGS Delegating him in their comments as a minor threatFocusing, always always always focusing on that ugly bulking Warlord that, to them, represented the end all and be all of the ‘Decepticon Menace’.

And then… escape. They’d thought his large sharp claws were only a threat up close, grasping for vital systems, brutally rending limb from limb. But they forgot  that such fine tips were excellent for delicate work, picking steadily away at the stasis cuffs designed to work on Cybertronian servos.

But.As when the Autobots’ pet’s sire had dared taunt Megatron, a Spark could make all the difference.Or, for that matter, the lack of one.

In compliance with Cybertron’s on-going efforts to conserve Energon, the fools had thought him defanged, and shut off the cameras to all but the essential areas of the ship - idiots, he was STARscream, exalted ruler of the Decepticons! - and had only bothered to check on their prisoner when they’d needed to cross-reference antiquated t-cog formatting.

Too late.Muchmuchtoo late.

He knew, deep within his processor, that he’d done nothing to their ship, abandoning it with only a single wall torn out, one shattered piece of the hull, but in the dream…

…he lingered.

First, the power hub. Ignoring the complicated sourcing - how different from the Nemesis it was - he tore out the connecting cables, darkening the ship’s corridors as emergency lighting kicked on.Dim,flashing,redlighting.

The Magnus was confused for a shorter time than could be measured, before the escaped prisoner heard the dull echo of the shouted orders.

The ninja was caught almost by surprise, but noticed the dark gauntlets and suddenly gleaming dentals bared in a delighted grin.

He painted the corridor blue and moved on.

Cackling, next he led the loud blue Autobot in a circle through the Autobot’s own flagship, turned about in the servicing areas. Funny what fear could do to one’s logical processes, but he was one well-traveled down the pathways of Fear.

The battle with the Magnus lasted until it would seem that the ceiling would cave in.He lunged.Surprised, the old Autobot made the mistake of glancing up, tightening his grip on the Hammer as if to shore up the room.A Seeker’s mortal terror of enclosed space, collapsed bases, flew off into oblivion once one was no longer mortal.

No longer lost, the enraged Autobot entered the destroyed bridge in time to see the prisoner crush the Magnus’ helm with a monitor torn from the wall.

One half of the broken screen patted itself against the taller mech’s leg as he let out a deranged giggle, baiting the smaller mech on.

Glowing, like a stray beam of the AllSpark, the energy lance and shield blazed with the force of the final crew member’s fury as he shouted a challenge and dashed across the rubble.

The blue optics took a long, long time to fade.