Landing outside an oil refinery, Starscream looked upon the now scattering humans. Disgusting, filthy insects that ran about with their pointless and short lives. He ignored them, walking towards the storage facility that stored the oil. Although it wasn't for gaining energy. Human oil did nothing for him, as he was a Cybertronian. However, the oil could be turned into energy, which could be refined into Energon. Now Energon did do something for him, as it was the life blood of the cybertronians. It was their blood, currency, food, and also weapon.

Now, being a jet, he couldn't carry too much, so he'd have to carry out the procedure here. Luckily for him, the oil facility had more than enough supplies to refine Energon, and all he needed was the time to do it. However, time wasn't quite something he had. By now, the security was starting to organize, after his rather abrupt and sudden arrival. A few guards, armed with machine guns tried to shoot him, to which he laughed. Their weapons would do no more than scratch his paint, and just barely even that. Lifting up one of his arms, he aimed his null rays at them. A purple/pink ball of light formed at the end of the weapon before arcing out and causing the guards to disappear in a fiery explosion. That got the guards to understand they were outmatched. They left him alone, probably to go call for their equally pathetic reinforcements. Turning away from the now mostly gone humans, he started walking up to the refinery. It would take a bit of work to rework it into an Energon refinery.

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Walking through the streets, Blitzwing found it quite awkward. Being 40 or so feet tall, he easily dwarfed the other people nearby. He was now a mercenary, and a criminal. Although he mainly was a soldier for hire, he also wasn't above taking whatever he wanted when he saw fit. Today, he had been hired by a business to watch over some council. The business had interest in making sure that they wouldn't be harmed, and for some reason were fearing something bad would happen. Of course, due to his notoriety among the mercenary groups as a relatively cheap and insanely effective warrior, he was very popular. For the most part, he only asked for parts and energy, specifically Energon. He would instruct them on how to create it before he took the job, and would demand a certain amount as payment.

Walking down the street, he found himself nearly stepping on a person. Looking down, his face changed. Originally it had been a long blue face, with a manacle eye. However, it whirled around as if it were a top, and was replaced by an angry red face. It was much more muscular looking, and had an equally red visor instead of a pair of optics. "STAY OUT OF ZEE VAY YOU VORSLESS BUG!" He shouted at the tiny creature he nearly squished, his accent distinctly German.. He couldn't afford to get into trouble with the law just yet, as it would get in the way of his job.