Centuries. Millennia. Eons.
Planets rose to life, thrived, diminished, and perished during that eternal voyage across the stars. Jealousy watched
them from above, for he knew his spark would never join the world of the living, nor in that promised peace which comes at
the end of life.
He pondered over it. Surely,
there had to be a reason for it. For his mutation.
No, for his gift.
Where others would
die, he would remain, forever gaining knowledge and power. Building the most advanced societies under his command. The rule
of an immortal.
But, he often sighed, if
only he had a body. Because corporealness never sounded better. Unfortunately, it was all utterly out of his servos. If he
wanted to go to the right, he kept going straight. If he wanted to go to the left, he kept going straight. So he only won
when he wanted to go straight.
Eventually
the constellations started to become strangely familiar. A few new stars here, a few ones missing there, but he remembered
them from time long since past. As what seemed vorns, for he had to way to tell how long he was adrift, he traveled back into
his memories.
And finally in the black distance
was Cybertron, growing ever closer. Hazy lights illuminated the planet like always, meaning life still clung to the planet.
Many lights, meaning many bots. It had grown since he was gone.
He was so entranced in observing the planet that he hardly noticed he had entered the atmosphere. Colors burned around
him as he made his descent. Buildings grew and eventually swallowed him. Finally he came to an open room littered with what
appeared to be dead bodies.
For a minute
he watched as three other mechs conversed among themselves. From what he gathered, they were all once very dead and were now
released from the well.
"Strange...Their
sparks were denied by the matrix? So have they all become like me..? Or is there something more to this..."
Slowly he came to drift over a body of some flyer that
had his left wing completely torn off. ""I must find out what's happening. I must bring a stop to it. Immortality does not
belong in their unworthy hands..."
A blindingly
bright flash lit up the entire room, white and fierce before the other mechs. The body shook violently for a moment as his
spark pulsed inside. Systems began to come online. Gravity was once again a comfortable pull on him and allowed balance.
And for the first time in what was forever, Starscream
opened his optics to the world of the living.
