[The whole world drops out from underneath Bumblebee's feet.
Starscream.
The voice, so cloyingly familiar to him since the beginning of their encounter. Every time he spoke, the suspicion clawed at him at the mere sound. And now it makes sense.
Arcee looming over him, blaster charging in fury. The charred remains of his T-cog cradled in his hands; the loss of exactly what makes him important to the team destroyed with it. Fowler hanging from restraints after an interrogation, battered and delirious. The terrible sound of laughter, and powerful turbines sailing over the battlefield, signalling the arrival of an armada of seekers to rain down fire to scorch the earth.
He detaches his hand abruptly from Starscreen's with a quick jerk. He knew he was talking to a Decepticon, but that name colors this meeting very differently. It isn't some rank and file Decepticon, it's Megatron's right hand man. Second in Command to their mortal enemy.
He speaks nothing for a few moments. He regards Starscream with intense scrutiny as he reminds himself: This isn't the same StarScream. Not the same mannerisms, or the prideful boasting, or the manipulative rhetoric. Starscream would never say such things, especially not with such sincerity.
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Starscream.
The voice, so cloyingly familiar to him since the beginning of their encounter. Every time he spoke, the suspicion clawed at him at the mere sound. And now it makes sense.
Arcee looming over him, blaster charging in fury. The charred remains of his T-cog cradled in his hands; the loss of exactly what makes him important to the team destroyed with it. Fowler hanging from restraints after an interrogation, battered and delirious. The terrible sound of laughter, and powerful turbines sailing over the battlefield, signalling the arrival of an armada of seekers to rain down fire to scorch the earth.
He detaches his hand abruptly from Starscreen's with a quick jerk. He knew he was talking to a Decepticon, but that name colors this meeting very differently. It isn't some rank and file Decepticon, it's Megatron's right hand man. Second in Command to their mortal enemy.
He speaks nothing for a few moments. He regards Starscream with intense scrutiny as he reminds himself: This isn't the same StarScream. Not the same mannerisms, or the prideful boasting, or the manipulative rhetoric. Starscream would never say such things, especially not with such sincerity.
Right?]