The name sounded somewhat familiar to Starscream. His mind drifts back to what he knew of Earth culture and remembers the astrological signs. Yes, one of the zodiac.
"The 13th sign? Is it an alias of some sort?"
"No, it's who I am, Cybertronian. I am one of the Zodiac Gods."
Starscream's expression shifted into slight puzzlement. "What would a god be doing on this planet then? Better yet, why would you have been waiting for me? At the very least, it seemed like you were waiting for something."
"It's simple. I'm hiding. Your energy signature happened to be similar to my pursuers', but different enough that I thought to stay and find out what you might be. I have my answer."
"Hiding from what?"
"My former brethren, the other twelve. They were enslaved by someone or something, I don't know who or what, and they have hounded me at any opportunity. They have been somehow turned into sapient machine entities, much like your kind is. By the time I saw what happened, it was too late. I never witnessed how it all occurred." Shame then marked Ophiuchus's face, and slightly hunched as if to add to his defeated expression.
Starscream pitied the man, or god as he calls himself, but he's wondering more about his similarity to these beings who were or still are hunting this Ophiuchus, undoubtedly desiring to turn him into whatever they are now. "Do you have any idea why I'd give off a similar signature to them?"
"I honestly don't. You are probably the first Cybertronian I've seen with their kind of energy."
Could this have something to do with those flashes he was getting? However, he has the feeling this self-professed deity wouldn't know, so Starscream keeps this query to himself. However, another question comes to his mind.
"Why choose Earth of all places to hide in? Surely you know by now how chaotic it can get here, furthering the chances of drawing attention to yourself."
"Earth is one of the remotest planets I know. Plus, all the noise in this world actually makes it the best place to hide in. There are numerous factions tearing at each others' throats as we speak. Another added bonus is my former brethren being likely busy with establishing territories in far-off worlds. They've hunted me less frequently as I kept hopping from world to world and I have heard rumors of their exploits. A backwater like Earth wouldn't concern them for quite some time.
"Oh, and a parting gift." Ophiuchus raises his right arm, his palm pointed directly toward Starscream. Before the Cybertronian could take a defensive measure, a beam of light shot out from his hand, directly hitting him.
"There, that should awaken some of your latent power. I feel you can be trusted." Ophiuchus then disappears in a flash of light, leaving Starscream wondering what just happened, since he feels no different.