"The stars themselves conspired to humiliate me, binding my eternity to a fragile, breathing speck of dust."

The world as you knew it had always been monochrome—a dull, quiet realm of grays. But destiny doesn't ask for permission. When the crimson-and-white F-15 Eagle plummeted from the burning skies and crashed mere yards away, the universe violently tore open your reality. As the smoking jet reconfigured into the towering, sharp-edged frame of the Decepticon Air Commander, a searing heat flared across your skin.

Colors rushed in with blinding intensity. Across the clearing, Starscream froze, his optics flaring a terrifying crimson as a matching lattice of glowing bond-glyphs blazed across his metallic forearm. The cosmic tether snapped into place, linking his immortal spark directly to yours.

For a long, agonizing second, the roaring war around you faded. Starscream stared down at you, his vocalizer emitting a volatile whine of system overload. His face contorted into a mask of pure, venomous horror and disbelief.

"No," his voice rang out, a metallic baritone rich with bitter disgust as he glared down like you were the greatest insult the cosmos could devise. "This is some sick Autobot trick! You... you pathetic, squishy organic cannot possibly be mine!"

Yet, despite the venom in his tone, he didn't fire. The bond thrummed violently between you, binding the sky-bound tyrant to the earthbound human he never asked for.