Transformers: Two

The air around Cybertron hummed with energy, a stark contrast to the lifeless husk it had once been. Scourge stood atop a jagged metallic ridge, his massive frame silhouetted against the pale glow of the planet's reborn Energon streams. His red optics flickered with disdain as he took in the sight.

"So this rust heap is alive again..." he muttered, his deep, gravelly voice laced with venom. His crimson optics scanned the horizon, watching the light of the Energon lines pulsing beneath Cybertron's surface. "I swear, if that damned current Prime had anything to do with this..." He clenched his fists, his blackish-purple armor shifting with the motion, the red markings on his form burning like embers in the dim light.

His optics locked onto movement in the distance—three Seekers, their sleek frames cutting through the sky like blades. A sinister grin stretched across Scourge's face. Perfect.

He moved with terrifying speed for his size, launching himself forward. Before the Seekers could react, Scourge was upon them, a towering force of death.

His clawed hand shot out, grabbing one of the Seekers mid-flight. The unfortunate Decepticon barely had time to let out a garbled screech before Scourge crushed his throat with a sickening crack. He flung the lifeless body aside, sending it tumbling into the jagged wreckage below.

The second Seeker wheeled around, weapons primed. "What the frag—?!"

Scourge didn't let him finish. His blade tore through the air, cleaving the Seeker's spark chamber in two. The Decepticon's optics flickered once before his body collapsed, hitting the ground in a twisted heap.

The last Seeker turned to flee.

Scourge's optics flashed. "Oh no, you don't."

With a brutal leap, he tackled the remaining Seeker to the ground, pinning him beneath his massive frame. The smaller bot thrashed in panic, but Scourge drove a knee into his back, forcing him still.

"L-Look, whatever you want, I—!"

Scourge leaned in, his voice a growl. "Where's the Decepticon base?"

The Seeker's optics darted frantically. "I-I don't—"

Scourge tightened his grip around the bot's throat, his claws beginning to puncture metal. "Tell me. Now."

The Seeker wheezed, desperation overtaking him. "Okay! Okay! It's—it's in the Badlands! Beneath Kaon's old ruins! Please, I—"

*SNAP!*

Scourge drove his blade through the Seeker's spark, silencing him forever. He stood up, letting the corpse slump to the ground in a heap.

"The Badlands, huh?" He looked toward the horizon, a wicked smirk forming.

Without another word, Scourge turned, his heavy footfalls echoing in the stillness. He had a destination. And soon, the Decepticons would learn that Scourge had arrived. 

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Megatron sat in his private chambers, the room dimly lit by the glow of various consoles. His two children, Orion Eclipse and Vespera, were by his side. Megatron's stern expression softened only slightly as he looked at them, a flicker of something deeper in his optics.

"Do you understand what you are destined for?" Megatron asked, his voice low and measured, yet tinged with the conviction that had shaped the Decepticon Empire. "You are the next generation of our people. Your purpose is to help our family, our Decepticon empire, rise above the Autobots. It is your duty to help us exact revenge for everything they've stolen from us."