This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse!

Memories are sometimes bitter sweet

"There are days, where, the most dammest  villians find themselves missing  .    .   . who they hate."

   It's true for any Decepticon such as Starscream  to say, "I hate organics." But there are times where you don't hear this quote from any, "I...admit it. I befriended an organic." Starscream is studing the panther cybertronian felines from afar.  Living off the terrain from the developing remaining species...I have not seen this in eons. Starscream's shoulders are hunched together similar to a square box's small handles that are way too miniature to be held.

    The seeker looks over to the cliff of a giant spike.

   "Are you saying a cane can't become a laser blaster?" Ivy stares at Starscream. "It's very possible."

      "Pit it is not possible!"  The Seeker argued back. "Humans rely on more advanced technology to get things done!"

   Ivy snickers.

      "How do you know?" Ivy chewed on some floating popcorn. "It''s not like you've been helping humanity advance their--" She starts but then notices his sheepish and dumbed-stupid expresssion. Her eyes became wide. "...No...no you didn't. Please say you didn't!"

           He rubs the back of his helmet. "..Yes I did."

      "OH MY PRIMUS, STARSCREAM'S OUT OF CHARACTER!" Ivy skaddaled, holding her popcorn bag. She seems frantic in  way that's in a way unbalanced  possibly confusing in some kind of way.  "STARSCREAMS A EINSTINE!"

    Starscream watches the memory fade away. "She never actually knew how fun it was to mess with her." He muses to himself, looking back to the animals that had their attention shifted towards him. The Seeker had to think quick, fast, and exceedingly  quicker than some not fast thinking humans. 

        What would Megatron do?

          No,better yet, what would the Farmer do?       

         Run.

       "Next time I shouldn't be so obvious." Starscream mutters, flying away from the herd that happens to be chasing him. "Recalling a...'Mind-Traveler' is worse to do in the middle of observing--WHY AM I EVEN MENTIONING THE BUTCHERER?!" Starscream is not refering to the one who slaughter a lot of cubans from the concentration camps that ignited the Spanish-American War a long time ago, he is referring to Ivy. The one, who slaughtered a good deal of Decepticons, and affected Megatron.

       I am not going to be fooled by her again.

"You, bulldozers!" Starscream shouts to the yellow Decepticons, "BRING DOWN THE SPINES!"

   "Why?" A hot-headed Decepticon yelled back. "You starting to lose your processor?"

    The panthers were jumping from gigantic spines to another, similar to silent-deadly crickets on a mission. More as skilled-lethal ninjas who were trained by  professional mentors who could make them pass a deer without them even knowing they had been in contact. It's not even a exaggeration when it came to silent attackers.

   "JUST SHOOT IT DOWN!" Starscream shrieks, diving into a big pile of rubble under Cybertron. "Do not question my orders, you newbies!"

     His high pitched reply easily made it through from underground to the surface in matter of purely seconds. Both bulldozers shrug it off. However, seeing the panthers quickly changed their mind in thirty seconds. Now the first reaction anyone can ever think up will be "die baby die!"  or "go to hell you son of a unicron!"  or the main reaction that came from the  first  constriction looking Decepticon: "LET'S SHOOT THE RODETS away!"