When Dispenser was born, the world was in chaos. Giants fought and killed one another for the cube, the All-Spark. That was weeks ago, the All-Spark was gon, that much he could feel, and he needed to find a way to survive. He analyzed the liquid in his veins, Energon, the knowledge he gained from the All-Spark when it created him. But he had to study the chemical compound himself, and try to find something similar to feed on. The only thing he could think he could possibly make work is plutonium. The trick was to find it. He scoured the internet for the locations that held the possibly useful mineral. Eventually, Dispenser found a nuclear transport route, and was able to time when a truck would be where he was.

"Ok, Dispenser. You have one chance at this." The transformer said to himself while he was in his alt-mode, an unassuming vending machine. He waited for the truck to be well within his firing range before transforming. Disperser was quite intimidating, buy human standards. Four red eyes to match his four powerful arms, one of which was a gun that fired soda cans. To humans, a funny concept, that is until a full can was fired at them at terminal velocity. All it took was three rounds into the driver's window, and the truck was his to plunder.

"Ok, Dispenser. Now you just gotta find out if you can live off the stuff." The desperate transformer grabbed as much as he could carry, and ran while he could.

...

"BLUCK! That tasted worse than the last batch!" The disgruntled Dispenser said as he bearly chugged down his newest concoction. He had spent half a year experimenting with various radioactive components, stealing whatever he could to help his experiments. But no matter how much he worked the minerals, he just didn't have the equipment. Then it happened, he detected an Energon reading that was not in his lab, and was heading his way. Dispenser then began to panic. The last time he sensed reading like that was during the battle at his birth. He did all he could to hid in his little cave, fearing death or worse. He then heard the telltale sound of transformation, and then a voice, stern, feminine, and commanding.

"I can see you on my scanner, welp! Come on out on your own, or I will blast this little lair to pebbles with you in it!" Fear had gotten the better of poor Dispenser, and he meekly sculked out of his cave. The one who found him had broad shoulders and was three times his size, but Dispenser was more focused on the rocket launcher hand that they were pointing at him.

"Autobot or Desepticon?"

"What?" The massive stranger then walked over and kicked Dispenser into the air and grabbed him by one of his arms, letting him dangle as he screamed.

"Who's side are you on?! Ours, or theirs!?"

"W-W-Who killed th-the All-Spark?" The stranger then dropped him, letting him pick himself up before continuing the interrogation.

"You were one of the ones born of the All-Spark before it was destroyed, am I right?" Dispenser cowered as he nodded. The stranger then looked back up at the cave, seeming to scan it.

"Go bring me the compound you have stored in there, runt." He quickly rushed off and got his drink from the cave. The moment they sampled the compound, they looked like they were going to be sick.

"By the Fallen! If my scanners didn't tell me it was edible, I would say you were trying to poison me!"

"N-NO! I wouldn't eve-"

"Shut up! Your coming with me!" The stranger then backflipped and transformed into a fighter jet, harpooning poor Dispenser before flying off with him.

...

Dispenser did not know how much time had passed, but all of it was pain. Eventually, he was dropped by the deranged flyer, only to be grabbed by them and dragged through a strange alien ship. He looked around frantically. Weird egg sacks on vines were everywhere on the walls. Soon he was tossed onto the floor at the feet of an identical-looking flyer.

"Slipstream, what is the meaning of this?"

"This runt can create a synthetic fule source compatible with cybertronian lifeforms." Slipstream then handed her superior the fule container. Having a similar reaction to sampling the fule.

"You would have us drink this trash!?"

"We can ration the remaining Energon to the officers, and this junk could at least keep the hatchlings from dying." The superior of the two thought it over before looking down on the cowing form of Dispenser on the floor.

"What is your name, runt?"

"D-Dis-Dispenser, y-your largeness..."

"You will call me lord Starscream from this moment longer, or my lord, or master. Slipstream, have this runt branded and given what he needs to recreate this mixture."

"As you command, my lord." Slipstream then grabbed up Dispenser by one of his arms and dragged him away. He did not know what fate awaited him, but he knew that he answered to Starscream now.