Constructicons

Technically, he was the chemist of the group. But Soundwave put him in charge, and the newly revived Megatron's solidified the position with his approval.

In honesty, he didn't care. Just like he didn't care when he ripped Scrapmetal apart. Hmm, quite suiting for his name.

Though as long as he can make his concoctions, he's ok with being leader.

Even if it meant dealing with Rampage's thirst for destruction, or Scrapper's habit with dismantling his stuff.

The only mech he had as a friend around here was Overload, who was quite likable in the group. He was the consultant of the pack. Or as a fleshie would say, a "tips and tricks guide".

Overload told him what mixture would be best with what, and some input on what concoction would work together with his own.

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A week passed and his team was ordered in Egypt. He lead the pack near the Star Harvester, and ordered them to combine into Devastator. That's the last thing he remembered.

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He onlined to see the broken mass of Devastator, and some of his team missing. He didn't care. He just went on with his business.

He didn't know how he got on the ship, or how he ended up in Detroit, he just did what he wanted.

His unexpected rampage in the city inspired other Cons to reveal themselves and totally trash the city.

More fleshies arrived, and with an Autobot named Ratchet. With nothing else to do, he took the CMO on a tour, and somehow ended up in the industrial district.

With free time, he started to play with his new toy, but when doc bot mentioned Ironhide...

SNAP!

He damaged Ratchet's spinal strut, and after that his toy became a stressball. He punched, kicked, and slammed the Bot.

Until he came.

Ironhide, smug as ever, arrived, but it was wiped when he saw his friend brutally slammed to the floor.

"Ratchet! Let him go Mixmaster."

He complied by throwing Ratchet painfully threw the wall. Unexpectedly, some Cons came in to take him out, but they were weak. So he had to take him out himself.

Ironhide was surprised by his strength, but was able to outsmart him.

Wandering the junkyard, the Constructicon noticed a tracking device on him. He crushed it, But Ironhide was like a bloodhound, and managed to track him down.

They fought, but the weapons specialist's Heavy Iron 2.0 was too strong, and he felt himself fall to the ground.

He didn't care anymore.

He didn't care when the Bot stalked up to him and put his foot down on his frame.

He pointed his gun at his helm. At this range, he certainly couldn't miss.

"That was for Ratchet, and this is for me!"

He fired.