The Allspark is lost, save for a single sliver extracted from Megatron's spark chamber.
A war which raged for eons had finally ended, but for how long?
No one expected a long-forgotten power to be unleashed the very day a relic of life was destroye...
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Starscream frowned, hiding in the dense trees on the outskirts of the fields. The smell of disgusting animals alone was enough to make him want to abandon the project altogether. The stench of human was the icing on the cake, considering he could hardly clean the filth off his form. However, the cherry on top would be whether or not that idiotically tiny device was worth his time. It sat dormant on the human femme's wrist for hours, the only sign that it was even Cybertronian being the strange pull on Starscream's spark and the miniscule amount of energy that matched none of the doomsday devices or weapons the Air Commander could think of.
'Blast that Barricade for having such an annoyingly slow alternative mode.' He grumbled for the millionth time (unknowing that his fellow Decepticon was breaking speed limits and abusing the power of his police lights to clear a path for himself).
The Seeker watched as the human woman left the larger, less insulated structure and disappeared into her dwelling. He sneered as he caught sight of the bedazzlement attached to her wrist. It might have appeared insignificant and useless, but anything even mildly Cybertronian in a human's tiny servo was insulting, never mind the fact that she had been wearing it while doing menial labor. It disgusted the Seeker even more as he brooded in the clearing, hunched down to avoid being seen over the tops of the trees.
He had transformed and landed in one of the fields once the human household had fallen asleep, scaring two creatures who ran back to the barn. The Seeker decided he didn't want to be anywhere near human livestock or their excrement, so wandered off to the tree line where he found an abandoned fire pit with rotting log benches. It was big enough to fit his main form, but he also found he could rest easily in his alternative mode if he transformed at a certain angle. He supposed he could transform if someone came too close to the tree line and could spy the bulk of his transformed self. Then again, an F-22 Raptor wasn't exactly discreet in the middle of a clearing, either.
With a huff, Starscream sat down carefully, making a tree sway from hitting it with his wing. He supposed he could fly around instead of grounding himself to the putrid Earth, but if the Autobots came, he didn't want to expend too much energy flying laps around a single property. Besides, he'd surely be seen if he did that. It still sounded better than torturing himself with the scent of raw Earth, decaying leaves and rotting wood. He wasn't sure how he was going to rip the stench from his form, but he knew once he returned to Cybertron a long oil bath was due and well deserved.
To pass the time a little quicker, Starscream attempted to identify the strange energy again. It felt so familiar and was clearly the cause of the pull on his spark. He couldn't recall any device that held the power to connect with one's spark, especially on a level to call him from Canada, where he had been hiding (though he'd never admit to that). Most of him hoped it truly was a doomsday device or weapon, another part of him suggested it was an information drive that had been melted but still kept its knowledge, explaining the low energy output (the call to his spark being a tracking beacon). He couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that it was something far more.
