Emperor Starscream is standing in the Shadow of Polyhex. He's shaded in angsty dark shadows, contemplating the future of the Decepticon Empire. Why was the battle against the Autobots so hard? Why were the Neutrals flocking to the Autobots like cyber flies to energon? He sighs. Slipstream has returned empty handed from an energon harvesting patrol, she's a bit roughed up as if she had to fight to get away. A sharp salute is given to Emperor Starscream, "My Lord." she states clearly. You say, "They have all gone into Autobot or Crystal City protection sir." "That figures," Starscream groans.