November 26, 2011 (Throne Room, Polyhex) --- Starscream stalks around now that the last of the stragglers finally left. His wings held high, almost as if affronted, and his expression sour. "This business about gestalt tech has *not* been explained to my satisfaction! Random? Why leave things to chance when the Autobots have one *now*?" Megatron rises to his feet and advances on the fuming Seeker, his optics shining a bright, pitiless red. "Leave things to chance, Starscream?" Megatron glares at Starscream. "When you decide to be."