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Yet another raid on a hapless planet for its precious stores of energy. Under most circumstances the air commander of the Decepticons would have been thrilled to wreak havoc on unsuspecting organics, but in recent weeks a rather troubling trend had begun to form. Starscream and his raiding party would descend upon a planet, find its largest store of energy and start to collect Energon only to have the party crashed shortly afterward by those worthless Autobots. With this in mind, he was on alert for any sign of Optimus and his command, though he hid this from his companions with the confident, cocky smile.

So far, the organics of this planet hadn't noticed the airborne Decepticons, which is how Starscream wanted to keep it. The later they were noticed the later the Autobots would show and ruin yet another attempt at harvesting Energon. Their current heading was towards a large building that seemed to be giving off a rather large amount of energy, for this planet anyways. With any luck they would be able to collect this energy, without Autobot interruption, and return to.....Megatron successful for a change.

As he approached the building he couldn't help but let the notorious smirk slip into a wicked grin at the thought of crushing some organics. With a bit of that excitement he was trying to suppress, he shot the building's roof with a null ray and transformed, descending through the hole like some kind of malevolent angel.

"Hello, flesh creatures. We're here for your energy, and we won't be taking no for an answer." He shot about the room with little care of what he was hitting so long as it wasn't something that could be converted into Energon, all the while the threat of the Autobots slowly slipping from his mind. Once a number of the fleshlings had been exterminated and the rest fled from the room, Starscream and the other Decepticons set about collecting their precious Energon.

While the others enthusiastically celebrated their victory, remaining completely oblivious to the tiny bot's presence, Starscream had calmed from his frenzy of slaughtering organics. The threat of the Autobots was returning to his mind as he slipped into room next door, examining the massive computer within. His face, as he looked the machine over, was one of mocking amusement.

"These organics are so primitive. This technology is protoform's play." He produced several Energon cubes from his cockpit and began filling them with the energy from the computer and continued to grumble to himself, "At least I'll manage a few cubes from it. I doubt it'll be enough to please his majesty, the royal pain in my aft..."

The last cube filled with the glowing, magenta Energon and the Seeker picked them all up, looking around suspiciously and remaining just as unaware of the Tekna model as his companions, "I would expect those worthless Autobots to have shown up by now...Perhaps this is a rare occasion where the Decepticons see victory."

He returned to the room where he had made his stunning entrance, the others gathering up their own cubes and preparing to leave the scene of the crime. Starscream could help but let the smirk widen on his face, the sensation of victory was something the Decepticons, especially himself, were allowed to feel. Riding the high of this rare situation, the commander triumphantly cried to his soldiers, "Decepticons, it's time we take our leave. We don't want to keep our glorious leader waiting, do we?"

With that he transformed, the Energon cubes retreating back into his cockpit, and soared through the hole he had previously made. With no sign of the Autobots showing up in time to stop them, it would seem Starscream had actually managed a successful raid. For once.

After leaving the building it was straight through the atmosphere and out into the open void of space. Had they really done it? Was it possible that they had managed to not only retrieve a significant amount of Energon, but done so without even the slightest sign of the Autobots? Starscream could hardly believe it. Something had to go wrong, it simply couldn't be this easy. He would be convinced they had been successful when they reached the asteroid, where Astrotrain was waiting to transport them the rest of the way to Cybertron(/Earth?).

He continued on through the empty space, thinking on so many different things; the lack of Autobots, the stupidity of his companions, the nuisance that was Megatron. It was in times like this, when he let his mind wander, that he realized how alone he was. The Decepticons knew of her treacherous nature and didn't trust him, the Autobots were worthless and would trust him even less than his fellow Decepticons and everything in between he hardly considered worth his time.

With a heavy sigh, the Seeker twisted through the weightless air before coming upon a small asteroid and transforming before settling on its surface. After depositing the glowing cubes into the bus driver of the Decepticons, he took the time to wander off to be with his thoughts for a moment. Knowing the others, it would take them several astrocycles to get their acts together and be ready to leave.

Starscream's ears flicked, then pinned back as he heard the sound behind him. Assuming it was one of his fellow Decepticons trying to sneak around he instantly flipped around, glaring threateningly at....nothing? There was no bot standing before him. Had he simply been hearing things? His processors must have been shot after so many beatings from the Autobots, and Megatron.

He sighed yet again, shaking his head and rubbing his temples. That's when he noticed it. The small, white, fox-shaped machine settled on the rock below him. Where did this come from? Was it the source of the sound he had heard? Looking around cautiously for any signs of others around, he slowly lowered down to its level and examined it, poking the Tekna 9.2 to see what kind of reaction he would get.

It spoke? How was this possible? It was obviously the same primitive technology as that of the organics on the planet they had just raided but...it seemed to have a spark, or something very similar. And yet, that was inconceivable. Organics couldn't create a spark, it was simply impossible without the proper Cybertronian technology, which those flesh creatures obvious did not have. He continued to examine her with his optics, trying to figure out how she functioned.

"How are you able to speak? How do you function?" He picked her up, and not very gently, to better look at her without having to hunch over. She simply baffled him and, to be quite honest, he didn't like that. Not being able to understand how something organics had created was simply shameful. Of course....if he had the proper tools he could quite easily figure it out by opening her up and digging through her circuits. He was practically planning out exactly how he would go about that at the moment.

Listening to every word as if it would somehow reveal to him the answers he sought, the Seeker was a bit disappointed when she was just as confused by her existence as he was. She wasn't telling him anything he hadn't figured out on his own. It was obvious she ran on electricity and no organic programming could ever give sentience at this level. Just as he was about to proclaim how preposterous it was that she was anything like him she asked what he was. That would explain the ridiculous suggestion of their similarity.

"I am Starscream, air commander of the Decepticons." His voice, in fact, everything about him, screamed arrogance, even though he didn't exactly answer her question, "And what, exactly, are you?" He looked at her with both suspicion and curiosity.

Numbers....So very organic. The name wasn't one he was fond of, but what did it matter? This was a simple machine created by flesh creatures. He would dissect her, find out what made her tick, then dispose of her once she had revealed her secrets. Though, he had to admit, it was nice to have flattery flung at him for a change, and what would seem to be genuine admiration. It was a bit strange though, this small machine being so kind to him already. But he wouldn't complain, for now.

"A Decepticon is any Cybertronian allied with...Megatron. We transform because it makes a number of things much more easy as well as sufficing as a form of camouflage. As to how, it's simply a matter of having the right parts. For us it's a rather simple process, though I suppose to one like you it would seem complicated." The suspicion he had for the Tekna robot had essentially vanished, leaving only curiosity. It was refreshing to speak with another being that didn't scrutinize him for his past actions.