retiredcommander
⚒️|| The war may have been over, but Magnus was still a skeptic. He wanted to give every bot a second chance, but they needed to give him a reason to receive that second chance. There were so many rumors about Starscream, and to be honest, Magnus never had the honour of spending too much time with the Decepticon Seeker. Everything he knew about the mech was all rumor. It put Magnus in a place where he had to throw all of that away and make his own judgement.
“–And you have chosen to come to me for what reason? Would you not be better suited to surround yourself with familiar faces?”
“Familiar faces?” Came a low tone, his voice aching with an electronic rumbling sound, laced with whispered anger locked away- though his optics clearly showed that bloody red fury the seeker held. Something he was known for. His hatred. But times had in fact changed, even if Starscream didnt want to admit it. He was no longer a Decepticon- he was no longer under the heavy threat of violence from his prior ruler, he had come rather far if all records were correct. He was trying...wasnt that good enough for these idiots? “You mean my kind?” Came another vicious hiss through grit dente. “Dont try and hide your disdain, Magnus. It doesnt suit you.”