Starscream was walking down a hallway, outwardly looking as calm as can be as he approached his personal squadron's barracks. Inwardly, however, he was silently seething at the impertinence of a single individual in particular. Namely... "SKYWAAAAARP!" He roared as he slammed the barracks door open. Yes, he was aware of the fact it was an automatic door, as well as the fact it most certainly was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>made to be physically opened and that now it was reduced to a mangled sheet of metal that will have to be replaced. At the moment, however, he did not care. Right now, it was time to punish a prankster.<br/><br/>Over by the squad's spare weaponry, a seeker-class with a distinctive blue, white, and red paintjob instinctively flinched at the sound of one of the top three things no cybertronian wants to hear. This was Thundercracker, the team's weaponry specialist. Like any other seeker-class, his frame heavily resembles his squad leader's, the clearest differences being the shape of the nosecone on his torso, his wings, the extra large jets on his legs, and his weaponry. Said assortment included a plasma gatling gun large enough that he needs both hands to use it for more then short bursts, and a ton of missiles. Hearing a loud thump, he turned his attention towards Ramjet.<br/><br/>Ramjet was another seeker, black and white with dark red wings. Granted, he was a bit different from the other members of the squadron, due to the fact his head was cone-shaped, and his wings were attached to his waist to resemble the tails of some human garment. A 'longcoat', the blue seeker believed it was called. The black and white seeker was currently prone on the ground, having had tripped over his feet in sheer terror, which left his assortment of wing-mounted missile launchers and his significantly smaller plasma gatling clearly visible as he tried to get back on his feet. Which left the final member of their team, who was currently laughing as he fled the infuriated sky commander with copious use of teleportation.<br/><br/>This last member, was the teleport-using (self-proclaimed) cyber-ninja, Skywarp. Skywarp was primarily black, with dark purple and white as his secondary colors. The mischievous seeker liked to think of himself as the team's hit-and-run/infiltration/assassination specialist, and he often tries to prove it with his pranks. Much like Thundercracker, the most apparent differences between him and Starscream was the shape of his alt-mode's characteristics and his weaponry. He mostly used light weaponry, composed of a pair of plasma repeaters that he can easily wield in both hands and toss around like someone from human media, and four fold-out heat knives stored on his legs in the form of his alt-mode's tail fins. It was a combination of solidarity and individual personality that each member of their squad created their own cybertronian jet forms using different human jets as a base.<br/><br/>Skywarp chose the human stealth fighter jet known as the F-35 Lightning II, a machine that he gleefully made the design even more deadly through the use of cybertronian technology and enhanced stealth-tech to go with his own teleportation mod. Ramjet made his form using the general design of the human's F-105 Thunderchief, replaced its four missile hardpoints with proper cybertronian missile launchers, and then made the nosecone extra pointy and wings sharp so that his tendency to ram enemies with his alt-form effectively cuts them in half. As for the (self-proclaimed) King of the Skies that is Thundercracker, he based his form's design of the aircraft known as the A-10 Thunderbolt II, which he essentially made even more of a flying assortment of weaponry with a plane attached by souping-up the plasma gatling gun the original form would have given him, and replaced its EIGHT hardpoints with an equal number of missile launchers. All four of their alt-modes were significantly higher performance then their original human counterparts, to the point of sheer absurdity. However, none of them can match Starscream's in raw performance.<br/><br/>Thundercracker watched as Skywarp just barely managed to teleport out of the way of their squad leader's grasp, only for said prankster to find himself grabbed anyway as the red and white seeker predicted his new location and caught him.<span style="font-style: italic">'Yes, there's certainly a reason I call him the <span style="font-weight: bold">Emperor of the Skies,</span>'</span>he thought to himself, watching as his black and purple squadmate was given a rather heated dressing down.<br/>"Also, where did you even<span style="font-style: italic">get</span>that abomination?!" The sky commander demanded.<br/>"When it's for the sake of a prank, I have my ways," Skywarp replied with a cheeky grin. "The hard part was getting everything in place."<br/>Glancing at Ramjet again, Thundercracker groaned when he saw that the clumsy seeker had managed to trip on air<span style="font-style: italic">again</span>out of shock when he heard the details of Skywarp's newest prank. "Hey boss, I know you want to give the moron a piece of your mind, but was there something else you wanted to talk about?" He asked, deciding to have<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>mercy for the clown.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes." Starscream replied, dropping his subordinate. He ignored it when said subordinate teleported away to put Ramjet between them. "The three of you are to begin preparations immediately, we are being assigned to a new operation. Skywarp, retrieve your timed charges. Thundercracker, extra missiles. Ramjet, try not to trip on your feet."<br/>"Yes sir!" The three seekers snapped to attention, all signs of being what most would call a bunch of screw-ups disappearing in the face of sheer experience.