Meeting 4

The time for the meeting with Starscream arrived quickly.

In a cavern within the still-roughly-formed base, Onslaught stood to one side, watching several newly cultivated Decepticon Engineers fiddle with two slender metal pillars before them.

"Master, the projector is ready!"

"Activate it!"

"Yes!"

At Onslaught's command, the two Engineers quickly stepped before the metal pillars and each pressed a hand against one of them.

Before long, azure light lit up on the two metal pillars, whose seemingly smooth surfaces were actually covered in intricate patterns.

At the same time, a wall of light swiftly appeared between the two pillars.

"You're late, Onslaught!"

As the light wall appeared, the savage face of a Decepticon emerged upon it. It was Starscream.

Onslaught snorted and did not waste words with him. "Speak. You suddenly wanted to meet with me—don't tell me it's because you haven't seen me in a while and wanted to check whether I was dead."

Starscream was a vicious character who habitually stabbed others in the back.

Onslaught believed he could steadily overpower Starscream in terms of combat ability, but when it came to schemes and tricks, even ten of him probably would not be a match for the other.

So, he had no intention of exchanging more nonsense with him. He went straight to the point, wanting to see what Starscream was plotting.

"Hehehe..." Accompanied by Starscream's distinctive shrill laughter, the face on the wall of light became even more savage with his smile.

"We're old friends, Onslaught!"

Starscream's face was full of false warmth, making Onslaught want to vomit.

He impatiently waved a hand. "Enough. Put away that nauseating hypocrisy of yours. Say what you want, or I'll cut the communication. Construction on my base has only just begun. This kind of interstellar long-range communication consumes an astronomical