Starscream woke up slowly. His processer onlined in stages, like he was waking up from a deep recharge.
He basked in the feeling and frowned when he noticed the deep ache infusing the back of his processer—the only discordant note present.
He tried to stretch to relieve the gentle ache of stiff components, but he didn’t get far. Metal cuffs held his limbs in place.
He onlined very quickly after that.
A truly appalling shade of orange met his optics. Cybertronian design, and not one he recognized
He jerked harder, scratching at the metal with his claws. The cuffs rattled but didn’t give. Then strange hands pushed down on his shoulders, pressing him back against the berth.
They belonged to a small red Grounder, hidden by a visor and mask. He was talking, trying to be soothing.
“—relax. I know you’re confused, but you’re safe now. Just calm down, and we can-”
Senseless drivel. Starscream snarled at him. “Let me go!” he tried to shout. Instead, his vocalizer gave a disturbing wheeze as newly integrated parts struggled, and he coughed.
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