Wingless

I

“My leige!” The Seeker jolts upright, his wings pinned against his back nervously.

Megatron narrows his red optics, focused on the datapad in Starscream's servos. “And what might that be, Starscream?”

The smaller mech backs away slightly, his frame trembling as he answers. “Simply… my personal log, Lord Megatron.” He doesn't dare question why the leader of the Decepticons had walked so casually into his berthroom, knowing he faces punishment enough if the warlord cares to read the log entries.

Extending a casual servo, Megatron nods at the device. “Let me see what you have written.”

Starscream swallows nervously, his slender servo shakily holding out the datapad as he tenses to run.

Noticing this, the large mech grabs one of the Seeker's wings to prevent him from escaping as he lets his optics drift over the words. Most of the entries are in a language foreign to him that he assumes to be the native language of the trembling mech in his servos, but the few he can understand fill him with a dark anger.

“It appears that you hate not only me, but the entire Decepticon cause.” He drops the datapad, ignoring how the shattering sound makes Starscream wince sharply. “Planning to defect to the Autobots, and give them all our critical data?” Megatron's voice raises in anger and betrayal, not for the first time feeling a part of his spark shatter.

Starscream yelps as the painful grip on his wing tightens even further. “N-no, my Lord! It is only a journal, full of rants in my moments of anger or frustration! I did not mean any of it-!”

“You would do well to not say another word, Starscream.” The other deadly servo grasps the mech's faceplate as the warlord leans close, his voice a sinister whisper now. “It will only make it worse on you if you lie to me again.”

The Seeker stares into Megatron's cold optics, his own widening in terror as his wing is twisted painfully, sending the rest of his frame into shock, freezing his movements. “Wh-what are you planning to do?”

The warlord growls in a fit of pure anger. “Taking away the one thing that makes you feel yourself so much better than everybody else.”

Starscream panics, knowing immediately what he means. “No! Please Lord Megatron no!”

But Megatron can barely hear him as he jerks his servo sharply away from the mechs struggling frame, ignoring the cries of fear and pain as he repeats the disastrous motion on the other side, not even noticing the dark blue liquid sliding out of the mech's frame as he falls to the ground in tears.

The warlord leaves the scene, comming Knockout with his new plan for the ex first lieutenant, ignoring the Seeker's pleas for comfort in that language nobody else understands.

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Whelp who would have thought.

A month ago if you had told me I'd be starting a Megastar story (in the middle of NaNoWriMo no less) I would have probably called you insane.

Or Billy or something like that.

And yes this will be sad.