Starscream? A friend? He had certainly known Starscream well enough, but their relationship was furthest thing from friendship that one could imagine.

“My Second-in-Command. He has a talent for treachery and slithering away from death. I doubt it would ever be that easy to be rid of him,” his voice has an odd fondness to it.

It was complicated. Really complicated. And not necessarily in a healthy way.

The sniper rifle is placed next to the other six, and he picks up the next one - the closest approximation to his fusion cannon sitting at the far end of the line. He begins again, disassembling it’s parts and laying them down on the ground.