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Starscream had spent the last three weeks observing the Autobots, and hadn’t that been a kick in the head, discovering that they used the same name that he had at home. In his observations, he had determined who would be his target based on the fact that the target had to be a loner, and that their route had to come close to the cliffs he had decided to use in the ambush. He had two choices. One had been, in his home dimension, a Neutral artist of some renown; in fact, Starscream had one of his paintings in his quarters at the base. The other choice had been a complete mystery; Starscream had no clue who the shuttle was. But Starscream had made up his mind. Yes, Starscream grinned, Sunstreaker will do nicely.

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Starscream lay on the cliff-side he had decided to call his temporary base of operations. He tried desperately not to move, lest he move something and sent yet another jolt of pain throughout his body. His first mistake, he decided, was to not fully investigate his choice. His second mistake was to think that he could take on a fighter in the first place; after all, he was a Xenoligist, not a fighter, the ongoing war non-withstanding. His final mistake had been in thinking that, despite all evidences to the contrary, the mechs of this universe where anything at all like the ones in his home universe. Starscream didn’t know much about the matter, but he definitely knew that was not the fighting ability of a Neutral, pacifistic artist.

As Starscream lay there, listening to the sounds of his self-repair going over his internals, he allowed himself to think about home, something he had not done in the past weeks of his time in this universe. What would they be doing? Would they still be searching for him? Or would they have given up? Although it made his Spark clench at the thought, Starscream knew it was most likely the latter, after all, there was a war, and the resources were much better spent on other things then a reclusive scientist who was closer to the humans and the animals he studied, then his own trine-mates. They’d still be searching, Starscream knew, but they would give up, once time had reduced their searches to nothing, and they’d find another third. Starscream wished them better luck then they had gotten in him. He held no hope in his return. He knew that this entire endeavor was nothing more then an exercise to keep him from going insane. Turn his mind from the unexpected pity-party, he moved on to his next move. The shuttle. He thought, will be best, and this time, none of Skywarp’s tactics. This time I will think it all through.