He fell. Ultimately, not at Megatron's hand, nor in any just challenge, but through the Autobots meddling with the AllSpark. I was the one who had the mournful distinction of finding his deactivated shell: grey, lifeless, lying awkwardly with wings in the air. He was the best of us: fastest, eldest, our Air Commander and long-time Second-in-Command to Lord Megatron. Fallen, not in battle, but because the shard of the AllSpark that had for months sustained him was ripped from him, so that Detroit might be saved.
In actuality, he died not once, but multiple times. The first was when Megatron rose from fifty-Earth-years of torment as a disembodied head in a human laboratory. I know of these events, before my creation, in the same way that Skywarp's first words were to intelligently point out the logic failure in plotting to overthrow Megatron, again. We know what he knew. We do not have the experience, or any of the associated sensory information, but we have facts, statistics...formulas.
He had done away with Megatron, deceitfully, but effectively. He had not killed Megatron, so a rematch was inevitable, but he did set into motion the events that removed Megatron as a threat; he introduced the Decepticon leader, we might say, to Optimus Prime. Their first encounter assured that Megatron would spend years made low, as a prisoner of human beings, which he would otherwise have dismissed as harmless. When Megatron inevitably rose, the Leader enacted vengeance, just as deceitfully and effectively as he, on the Nemesis fifty years before. Megatron used the key.
The key, Sari's key, had previously been infused with the AllSpark's power. Megatron drove the key into my creator's chest, extinguishing his spark. Megatron did not kill him with unaided power. At that point, they were even; neither fully proven against the other.
For a time, my creator was presumed permanently offline, but, as the mysteries of the universe would have it, a shard of the meanwhile-dispersed AllSpark found him and gave him new life.
And then, he died again, and again, and several times more again. These were in just challenges, he against Megatron in one-on-one combat: all his speed, cunning and pulse blasters against Megatron's brute force and fusion cannon. Of course the cannon could do grievous harm to him, but the shard made him immortal, and it restored him every time; his color did not so much as fade. That probably should have been a hint, toward a realization, like learning for the first time that ultimately no one wins at tic-tac-toe: he and Megatron were different, but evenly matched, apparent wins were based mostly on who made the first move.
The final time he died, I was there, or at least I was in the area to witness the circumstances. I had intended to find him earlier, but had been distracted by another target. When the attack of the giant clones came, I was not able to get to him before he fell. Truthfully, I did not see everything that happened, but I pieced together what I did not see, from events observed afterward. The Allspark was the only power source the Autobots knew that could enable them to expand the Sumdac Tower forcefield to protect a larger downtown area, but it had been dispersed, into so many shards, some months before.
In order to save the city of Detroit, The Cyber Ninjas Corps – those present, at least – used their Mind-over-Processor abilities to summon the shards, and thus restore the AllSpark. Some of us, who were Cybertronians given life on Earth or its satellite, Luna, were sustained by AllSpark shards. Others may wonder why it was this summoning forced his shard from his shell, and not, that of Scrapper, or Wreck-gar or myself? I ask myself this question even now.
I felt a pull, a twinge in my shard, perhaps the physical symptom of some harmonic vibration. I cannot begin to describe what it feels like to realize your very life is being drawn from your shell. I remember that I rejected the idea of the loss as illogical. Why grant life only to take it away? Was the AllSpark helpless in its life-granting, or was there some consciousness and awareness behind it? I did not know, still do not in the empirical sense. I can only offer that I asked for my life. In those moments, experiencing pain at my very core, I defended my worth, my potential, my goals, and I lived.
I survived to locate his fallen shell, to bear witness to you now, and to give my creator proper rites.
What I felt there, crouched beside his grey shell, I cannot yet share, but know this: I never wished him dead! He was my creator, template and progenitor. However flawed, he was mine! He was a Decepticon to the core and deserving of full honors befitting his rank. These, I saw he was given. I, along with one other, interred him within the Nemesis on Luna – may his remains never rust – and erected appropriate marker.
Perhaps his death was at the will of the AllSpark. I do not know if some equivalent exchange was necessary to cement the shards, or make-up for those few that went un-summoned; the life on one willing Autobot and one unwilling Decepticon. I do not know if the AllSpark has such consciousness to weigh the number of lives he endangered, against the loss of his one life. He and Prowl both died so that Detroit might live. They died, perhaps, so that the city would not survive at the expense of my life, and for this, I must respect them. Though he has departed – shard, shell and CPU – he is immortalized forever, perhaps within the AllSpark, most definitely in our data tracks, and in each of us to whom he contributed his codes.
Starscream is dead; long live the Starscreams!
[ooc: if she seems unlike her over-emotional, cunning or snarky self, it is, I hope obvious, because she is reading a formal eulogy. The highest ranking one left, not dead, disappeared, time-displaced or in prison has to say a few words.]