Even as he frantically dodged Megatron’s attack, Starscream replayed the words in his processor. Soundwave has always been dead? What could that possibly mean? He thought it over as he put more distance in between himself and his angered leader, watching as that massive blade shrunk. So it could chance its size at least, but what else was it capable of?
He listened as Megatron spoke again, not to himself, but to the sword. Clearly it was no ordinary weapon, but did it posses some amount of sentience that he wasn’t aware of? Could the Incubators have given it to him? If not, then how could he have gotten it?
“You can try as much as you like, but you can’t always get everything you want, sir.” Now Megatron was sprinting towards him, looking about ready to slice him in half. Old instincts told him to run, but he stood his ground. What reason did he have to run now? He had no spark to be snuffed, and his pain receptors were now significantly dulled. With that and his new power to give no strength, he had the power to defend himself from the warlord’s attack.
“I don’t have time for this.” Starscream held his weapon high, summoning a great bolt of lightning to power it up. As soon as the blade was in his range, he brought his riding crop down upon it at full force.
Neither one of them predicted the impact of Starscream’s attack. The second his riding crop struck the volatile blade, electricity slammed through through it and set every cable and wire in his body alight. He twitched and went rigid, vision shorting out along with other non-vital systems in an effort to prevent the surge from causing too much damage.
Optics dark, Megatron fell limp when it was over, transforming back into his true form as the sword retracted into his arm. The weapon was the first to recover, as it didn’t have any circuits that needed to be reset.
//Ugh… Megatron? Megatron, get up! Megatron!//


