Coalescence

the humans is packed into the cargo hold.” Cyclonus chewed on his words. “It might be
for the best.”
“If that’s what you want.” Starscream waved his hand towards the door. He watched as
Cyclonus left, trailed by Cliffjumper.
As the Autobot and Decepticon exited, Blitwing popped his head back in and offered a
reminder, “Starscream, you also still have a Walter Barnett waiting to hear your progress
on the Transhuman cyborgs…”
Blitzwing caught Starscream’s glare and slowly withdrew from his office. The door slid
and sealed closed, and only then did Starscream let his posture droop.
“I never thought I’d see the day where I might actually to agree with an Autobot over our
own leader. But that would-be assassin…” Starscream hesitated as he thought about how
Megatron had changed more than his name when the power of the Thirteen revived him.
They weren’t the same person; their dear Megatron was no more. “Successful assassin
getting released, getting a full pardon, and getting immunity from all related charges…”
Starscream’s chin slumped as he let out a sigh. Ravage silently strutted from under the
desk, rubbed against aerospace commander’s leg plating and purred. Starscream’s lips
curved into a slight smile. “Thank you, Ravage.”
“No problem.”
A stifled voice emerged from inside the bulkhead, “Is it working?”
She stared at Darkwing bent over on his knees as he unplugged and reconnected every
wire and bus port inside access port underneath the communications console. Something
was working.
“Hello, Crasher? Do we have a signal yet?”
“Huh, oh. Uh. No. Not yet.” Crasher adjusted the frequencies on the console, trying to
hide her steel blue bashful cheeks.
Darkwing slid back out of the bulkhead and plonked his rear end on the metal grating that
stood in for a floor. “Starscream is going to have my skidplate. He wanted this thing to
pick up anything even part-Cybertronian, so we can track down those humanformers. Or
whatever he called them.”
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