A strange, skeletal looking mech approaches Starscream, eying khyr with intrigue, looking over kyhr's rather unique frame and stunning holofeathers. "Aren't you an outstanding mech?" he asks, with a confident smirk. "I am Starscream, the Living God of Cybertron, and Descendant of Unicron. I could use someone like you at my side. I could provide you with anything your spark desires, if you agree to join my forces. You would be treated to the highest honors, I assure." he seems very confident in his approach.
Starscream just looks at the other Starscream just like when a human finds a mormon missionary on their doorstep.
Ugh. This Starscream is actually two feet taller then him. But he is far fuglier and more disgusting looking.
“Ugh. No. Even the humans banned the missionary practice. I’m a Cybertronian, why, for Primus’ sake, are you acting like an organic?!”
Starscream’s eyes flash gold and crimson, ah yes new prey.
“And for your information, I’m an Arknaught, a Priest of Primus. One of the High Ones in fact, since its my duty to perserve and revive extinct Cybertronian life.
“And one of the duties of an Arknaught is to feast on the metal of our enemies, to nourish the newsparks we incubate...”
Starscream’s claws sharpen as fangs gleam. And khyr face-splits open as metal grinders whirrrrrr and scream.
Metal is shredded, plating is pried off, limbs are ripped off, cables are stripped, energon is consumed as one of Primus’ followers feeds.