Starscream stood in front of the council of worlds. “As you can see…”     Suddenly with out any warning a bot threw open the doors and hugged Starscream so hard it was almost more of a tackle.     Starscream stood paralyzed for a second unable how to respond. “Er… I’m sure you have the wrong bot.”     The bot let go and Starscream saw her face for the first time. “Firestorm?”    “You know it! The news of what’s going down on Cybertron finally reached earth and when I heard you were now LORD Starscream, well you know I just had to come!”     “Ah well… I’m certainly glad to see you again but I am in the middle of something.” Starscream gestured to the council. “A very private meeting, in fact. How did you… never mind the less I know the better.”     Windblade frowned. “Who is this?”     Starscream tried to push Firestorm towards the door. “Someone who will be leaving right…”     Firestorm slipped past Starscream. “I’m Starscreams little sis. I served with the decepticons for about 15 years then at earth I switched to the auto…”     “No one wants to hear your life story Firestorm.” Hissed Starscream as he tried to drag her out of the room.     “As grouchy as ever.” Muttered Firestorm. “Glad to see some things never change.”     “Things have changed.” Hissed Starscream as he pushed her out of the room. She suddenly turned invisible and slipped out of Starscreams reach. “FIRESTORM!” he yelled at thin air. “This is serious! We are discussioning serious events and you are not permitted to be at this meeting!”     “What’s wrong Starscream.” Asked Knock out slyly. “Can’t keep track of your little sister.”     Moonracer giggled. “She is a spirited little girl, isn’t she?”     “Rattrap!” yelled Starscream. “Stop staring and help me!”     “Got it boss!” said Rattrap as he got up.     Suddenly Starscreams crown seemingly floated off his head and Firestorm grabbed it. “Really? Solid gold? Isn’t that a little tacky.”     Rattrap tackled Firestorm. “Your no fun.” Huffed Firestorm as she became visible again.     “Sorry kiddo, funs over.” Rattrap started to escorted her out of the meeting room.     Firestorm looked over her shoulder. “We’ll hang out later, right scream?”     Starscream was quiet and Firestorms face fell. “Right? Starscream?” she repeated. As Rattrap closed the door on her, it hit her for the first time. He didn’t want her.

This is my own little drawing of Firestorm. I used zeropro’s art as a guide for this so you can see his style here.

here’s part two

https://www.tumblr.com/duckerk52/814918227825147904/firestorm-part-2-a-transformers-fan-fic?source=share