Optimus Prime and his team of Autobots, Hot Shot, Red Alert, and Smokescreen, had detected the presence of a Mini-Con panel in this city not too long ago. They had tracked it to this seemingly abandoned factory, but upon closer inspection, they had detected several Decepticon signals inside. The Decepticons were obviously after the Mini-Con, a small Transformers that could be used to enahnce the abilities of larger Transformers, and had somehow gotten here first. Smokescreen used his Mini-Con partner to blow a hole in the side of the bulding in hopes to catch the Decepticons off guard. But when the Autobots entered, it wasn't what they where expecting. With the exception of Cyclonus, none of these Decepticons looked familiar, and most were badly damaged. The one who seemed to be in the best shape, and also appeared to be in charge, looked to be a black, evil version of Prime himself. In his hand, the evil Prime clutched the Mini-Con panel. "Hand over the Panel, Decepticons." Optimus ordered. "We won't allow you to enslave another Mini-Con."
Scourge cursed his luck. On top of their loss to the Autobots they were fighting, they had to encounter this universe's Autobots. And Scourge still had no idea what these 'Mini-Con' things they kept rambling were, but they were apparently very important to these Transformers. Even though his Decepticons outnumbered these Autobots 2-to-1, hardly any of them were in any shape to fight. If Scourge wished to survive, he saw no other option but to give these Autobots what they desired. As much as it pained him to do so, Scourge forced himself to say "We...surrender." Oh, how he despised that word! "Decepticons, lay down your weapons."
"But Scourge!" Starscream was about to protest this plan of action when Scourge snapped "That's an order!".
Optimus Prime could hardly believe his eyes. These Decepticons were...surrendering? They were! They were laying down their weapons, the ones that were still concious at least, and surrendering. Prime suspected a trick, but if this was true, the couldn't afford to pass up the opportunity. Prime stretched his hand forward. "Now, hand over the Mini-Con, and we can all leave here fuctional."
Scourge reluctantly stepped forward. Handing over the Mini-Con is not what bothered him. He didn't even know what they were. It was the whole concept of surrendering is what made him sick. The fact that he was being forced to do this, that the choice was really taken out of his hands. He was mere inches from placing the Mini-Con Panel into the Optimus Prime's hand when a second explosion rocked the factory. "Now what?" Scourge thought as dust began to settle of the opposite side of the factory. Through the hole came yet another surprise. Decepticons. Two tanks rolled in and two jets flew in through the large hole in the wall and transformed once they were inside. The larger of the two tanks spoke "That Mini-Con rightfully belongs to us, Autobots!"
"Not a chance Megatron!" The Optimus Prime said as he made a fighting stance, temporarily forgetting the Panel in Scourge's hand. So these were this universe's Decepticons, with Megatron up front. "How typical." Scourge thought. He tunred to his Decepticons. "I'm retracting my earlier surrender order. Any of you that are still strong enough to wield a weapon, do so and aid these Decepticons."
There were a few acknowledgements as Scourge's Decepticons began to fire on the Autobots.
"I knew it!" Optimus said as they were now being fired upon from two sides. "This was a trap. Autobots! We've been outflanked. Retreat!" The Autobots obered their leader, transformed into vehicle mode, and sped off. Optimus gave one last look to Megatron. "This isn't the last of this, Megatron." he said as he transformed and left. The Decepticons continued to fire on the retreating Autobots until they were out of sight.
Megatron tunred to Scourge and gave him an odd look. "You are...Decepticons?"
Scourge nodded. "We are in great need of repair."
"Where did you come from?" Megatron pressed.
"I will explain later." Scourge insisted. "Take us to your base, help us with repairs, and I will explain all. And as an added bonus," Scourge held up the Mini-Con Panel. "I will give you this Mini-Con you so obviously want."
Megatron's eyes widened. He reached for the panel "Give me that!"
Scourge palmed the panel and held it away. "No, no, no." Scourge said shaking a finger. "Repairs first, then the Mini-Con."
Megatron scowled at Scourge, and grumbled "Fine." he turned around and said "Follow us." before transforming back to tank mode and driving off.
Scourge let out a chuckle before looking at the panel. Whatever these Mini-Cons were, they certainly held great sway over the Transformers of this universe. He would have to keep that in mind. "Decepticons! Help your wounded bretheren and follow me." he said as he transformed to truck mode and followed after the other Decepticons.
Several hours later, Scourge and his forces wound up at the Decepticon's base, which happened to be on Earth's moon. The base itself appeared to be made out of the wreckage of a crashed ship. Scourge, who had very little damage to begin with, was now fully repaired, with the rest of his forces currently being tended to. Scourge, along with several of his healed soldiers, Starscream, Cyclonus, and Soundwave, stood in front of Megatron, who sat on some sort of throne. At his side, was what Scourge assumed to be a Mini-Con. It was such a tiny robot, no larger than a human. "They must be more powerful than they appear." Scourge thought.
Meagtron stood up and walked in front of Scourge and his troops. He looked to Cyclonus. "Well, Cyclonus. I guess I now know where you've been all these weeks."
"Uh, yeah, Megatron." Cyclonus began. "You see, I was out on patrol, and this giant, flame covered bot came and..."
"Silence!" Megatron snapped. "I care not for your pathetic lies. You abandoned us, and you will suffer the consequences!" Several of Megatron's soldiers came up to Cyclonus.
"I don't think so." Scourge said softly. "No matter what he was before, he is now MY soldier. And the only who punishes my soldiers is me."
"You will mind your place, you Prime look-a-like." Megatron said to Scourge. "I no longer care where you came from. Your troops are now my troops." Megatron got in Scourge's face. "Is that understood?"
Scourge looked straight into Megatron's eyes. "I understand." he said. He held out the Mini-Con panel for Megatron to take. Megatron reached for it, but before he grabbed it, Scourge had pulled out his sword. And the last thing this Megatron saw was Scourge's sword swinging towards his neck. As Megatron's head hit the floor, Scourge said "I understand that you, like most Megatrons, think much too highly of yourself."
The native Decepticons stood in shocked silence as the body of their leader fell and Scourge took a seat on Megatron's throne. "All of you are now under my command." Scourge stated to the native Decepticons. "If you are unhappy with this arrangement, then speak now and you will be allowed to join your former master in oblivion." Not a single one spoke. "Very good. Now, my new soldiers, we have some work to do. Soundwave! Show our new friends the teleporter schematics..."