[b]Antarctica, Post-Slam[/b]

In the midst of wreckage consisting of ruined mechs and a devastated outpost stood a man garbed in grey robes. His face is as white as the snow surrounding him, and has the appearance of a young man in his early twenties, but the eyes belong to one unimaginably older. As for what used to be his enemies, they sought an object of power, undoubtedly heard from several widespread rumors. What they found is one who does not take kindly to being hunted. A show of force is the only way such people can be answered, though he did not unveil his powers to the point that other, more formidable parties would immediately take notice. However, he sensed that there is another fast approaching from above. His eyes widen slightly, and has a small jolt of alarm, wondering if one of them has already found him. But no, he quickly realized, it couldn't be. The approaching presence, while similar to their kind, is of a far lesser degree. He decides to confront whatever this entity might be.
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As Starscream descends upon Earth, his sensors detect great releases of energy. They appear to come from what the humans called Antarctica. His curiosity getting the better of him, he speeds towards there. By the time he arrives, he finds a robed human surrounded by ash-colored husks of machinery and a totaled military base. Starscream transforms into his robot form as he lands, and makes an audible thud when touching the ground.

"So, you are not one of them after all," the mystery man immediately says. Before he can say another word, Starscream cut in, "What are you talking about? Who are you? Did you do this all by yourself?" 

"Yes, I did do this, but only out of defense. As for what I'm talking about and who I am, I'll answer the latter first since it's a very short answer.

"I am Ophiuchus."