Dispenser looked over his vast domain, and he was feeling somewhat overworked. Between labor shortages due to lack of population, and the fact that every bit of new information he received from Earth was terrible news, he felt burned out. The false flag group on Earth reported that the humans had turned on the Autobots, showing their gratitude to the saviors of their world by killing them and melting down their corpses to make new toys to kill each other with. While everyone else seemed to see this as a good thing, Dispenser knew that it was a bad singe that humans felt that they didn't need to hide behind the bots anymore.
"Lord Dispenser, We are picking up a signal from deep space. We believe that it is fellow cybertronian life."
"Patch it through to my personal channel." Dispenser then put on his fearless leader look, something he worked on very hard the last year or so, and opened the channel. The face he saw was one he didn't recognize from the Decepticon archives, so he was not one of theirs or Autobot.
"Greetings, you are speaking to Lord Dispenser, leader of the true Decepticons. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
"The name is Lockdown, permission to make port? I have a proposition for you."
"Permission granted. Here are the directions to the landing zone." As the transmission ended, he redialed to contact his secant in command.
"Deathsaururs, get the Predacons ready in the throne room, we have guests coming, and I want to make it clear that we are a force to be reconned with."
"You expecting them to be hostile, little brother?"
"I just want them to know who's planet they are stepping onto."
...
Dispenser made the throne room as ready as possible, dusted, lighting a gusted to be just a bit more fitting, and his guard, the Predacons, standing at attention on both sides of the hall. When Lockdown entered the throne room, Dispenser was very much intimidated by the larger bot but did not show it.
"Welcome to Nemesis colony. What brings you out our way, stranger?"
"Hunting, I believe you know our prey." Lockdown then activated a holographic representation of Optomis Prime, the sight of which made all of the Predacons growle in rage.
"He is our enemy, yes, why do you hunt him? You are no Decepticon, what did he ever do to you?"
"Our creators have sent me to bring him back for judgment, and I would ask for your assistance in capturing him." Dispenser blinked in shock for a few moments, wondering if maybe this Lockdown was an idiot of a priest of sorts.
"You must not be cybertronian then. We were created by the All-Spark, myself personally, just a few years ago."
"And who do you think created that?" Dispenser was quiet for a few moments, thinking over what Lockdown was saying before dismissing him as a fool.
"What proof do you have that we were created as you said? I'm I only to take the word of some drifter?"
"I have the proof and the payment right here." Lockdown then pulled out a device that Dispenser could tell right away had significance and power, but he could not really tell how he knew.
"This seed, when fired upon a planet's surface, cyberforms all carbon in the blast radius. It is most effective on carbon-based life forms, like the life found in the nearby world. I think it's called dirt?"
"It's Earth, actually. And how do I know that this seed does what you say it does? For all I know, you're just lying to me, so I wast my time hunting Optimus for you."
"You know deep in your spark that this seed does precisely what I say it does. I don't have to convince you of what you already know is the truth." Dispenser considered all of his options before nodding.
"Very well. There is a group of Decepticons on Earth posing as a renegade faction. They will be more than enough muscle to help you track down Prime. But you must not only give me the seed, but the location of the creators as well!"
"How about this little fella, I give you the seed as incentive, and the location of our creators as the prize for Prime?"
"Fine, but you better make good on your deal, Lockdown. My army is bigger than yours!" With those words, the Predacons all transformed into beast mode. Roaring and snarling at the visitors, only getting an amused chuckle from Lockdown as he left the seed on the ground and walked out of the room. One of the Predacons that looked like a robotic lion grabbed up the seed in his mighty jaws and brought it to Dispenser.
"Thank you, Razorclaw. Someone, please transfer coordinates to the antarctic base to Lockdowns ship. And prepare the prototype. We need to test this seed somewhere we can be sure that it will not harm the colony." Dispenser ordered as he walked off, feeling the power of a god in his hands as he looked at the seed.
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Two months was not a bad time to make it to another solar system, at least Dispenser thought so. The Sun Drinker was a starship with a sun harvester built into it and a minie space bridge array capable of short jumps. It was the most ambitious bit of technology, well in development as long as Dispenser was the brewmaster. Sure, the sun harvester could only harvest on-eightieth of a sun, and the Energon it produces is only consumable if mixed with the synthetic stuff. It is only fortunate that sun harvesting was not the ship's purpose that day, but deploying the seed on a life-baring world.
"We have arrived in the Alpha Centenary system, my Lord."
"Excellent work, Divebomb. Are we able to detect anything worth seeding?"
"There is a single Earth-like planet in the system. We can detect a region similar to Earth's Amazon rainforest. It is the single most concentrated point of carbon-based life on the planet."
"Is there a native population that could give us trouble? I don't want a repeat of what happened on Earth!"
"Scans show an intelligent form of life on the planet, but they are barely entering the industrial age. We should face minimal if any resistance."
"Then, by all means, bring us down and fire the seed!"
"Yes, Lord Dispenser!" Divebomb said in an almost giddy tone. The viewscreen showed a lush, vibrant world. Dispenser was almost enraptured by the beauty of it, before he nodded for his helmsmen to fire the seed. What happened next was breathtaking, the seed sent a massive wave like magma forth, converting organic life the cybertronian metal.
"AW YA! FRY, YOU SQUISHES!"
"Please, Divebomb, show some decorum. But I do share your sentiment, no Autobots to defend this backward little rock! If this is what one seed can do, we will have to get more from the so-called creators! Have constructacons begin harvesting at once. The moment we have a full hold, we're going back home."
"Can't we have a little fun while we're here? I think taking out our frustrations on the nearest developed culture might do the boys some good!"
"Fine, Razorclaw, but take turns. Half of you can go hunting, but the other better be overseeing the harvest!"
"Thanks, boss! Your the best!" Dispenser then moved to oversee the harvesting of the cyber-matter himself. This was the beginning of a new age for the Decepticons, and He was the one to lead them to it, not Megatron, not Starscream, Lord Dispenser. For the first time in a long time, the little guy felt content with life.