Deathasurus was promoted to the rank of high general, that was the explanation as to why the Predacons were removed from their role as honor guard. But everyone knew that it was because of Razorclaws outburst in the throne room. Dispenser talked things over with his brother, and after about a year of the new status quo, things seemed good with them. Though even he had to admit, his new guard captain was very annoying.

"Scourge has just reported in, my Lord. The Sweeps have completed their training exorcise and are returning to the palace."

"Cyclonus, you do not have to keep me up to date on every minor thing in my realm. Delegation exists for this exact reason."

"As you command, my Lord. From now on, I shale only inform you on critical matters." The caption then went back to his appointed position at his master's side. Even though the Sweeps were technically under Scourge's command, they had no problem so far taking their orders from Cyclonus, who in return treated them with respect. All in all, the Sweeps were much better suited for the role than the Predacons ever were. They were a professional force of soldiers, not the band of bearly domesticated berzerkers that their predecessors were. Just then, one of the Sweeps ran in, looking a little frazzled.

"My Lord, it's Astrotrain! He has been critically wounded on a scouting mission!"

"What! How did this happen?!"

"He was attacked by what appeared to be Cybertronians living in a debris field. We will have his full tactical data when he regains consciousness."

"Keep me informed on all major developments. Cyclonus, summon the war council. We have an enemy, it seems."

"Yes, my Lord!" Cyclonus then transformed and flew off, and Dispenser was secretly rather pleased with the new development. His people were warriors at heart, and giving them an enemy was just what he needed to avoid the chopping block.

...

The war council looked over all the tactical data they had, and things seemed rather interesting. The aggressors seemed to inhabit what appeared to be a galactic junkyard. Technology from over two thousand different species was detected, and that was just from a passing scan while under fire. The wealth of possible knowledge gained from taking the junkyard was more than enough justification for conquering it, the unprovoked attack was just an extra incentive.

"From our scans, most of the junk has compacted together into a small planetoid, between the size of new Cybertron and Earth's moon. We haven't yet identified any key structures or fortifications. Such things would be hard to single out in the heap." Slipstream commented as she looked over the holographic map of the junk world.

"We could space bridge the entire world into our solar system, attack them at our leisure." Scourge suggested before Deathsaurus stepped in.

"No, we need to secure the planetoid first. We don't know if they have world-killing tech on that thing or not. We should space bridge the Predacons and me in on a ship. We will clear a landing zone for the rest of the army to bridge in.

"I will lead the main invasion force in after you clear the path, little brother. From my flagship, I should be able to oversee the entire battle, directing as needed."

"As you command, my Lord. We shall make the junk-bots pay for their transgressions!" Everyone cheered in unison with Deathasurus before moving out to make the appropriate preparations. Dispenser then moved to talk to his brother in private.

"You're taking to your new role very well."

"What can I say? Combat strategy has always been my strong suites me."

"I'm just glad that there are no hard feelings about before."

"Ya, no hard feelings."

...

The conquest of Junkion, that is what the locals called it, was going relatively smoothly. Sure, It had been a few months, but it was months of victory after victory. Dispenser made sure that his little brother got most of them, he needed the pick-me-up.

"Lord Dispenser, Deathasurus has reported that the last major population center on the planetoid has been secured. The structure should be ready for bridging back to new Cybertron."

"Excellent, hopefully, this little war has curbed the bloodlust of most of our forces if nothing else. Prepare to bridge back independently from the main force. Deathasurus is a big boy. He can hold the world while we are gone." Just then, right as one of the Sweeps had activated the on bored space bridge, a massive power surge was affecting the terminals.

"What is happening!?"

"The space bridge is malfunctioning! We are being bridged to a random point of space!" Scourge yelled as he tried to fiddle with the controls, but got a nasty shock from the console. What happened next was all a blur, a painful, unending blur. When it finally ended, every alarm was going off. The crew seemed fine, panicking but fine.

"Every system is in critical condition! The bridge pillars are beyond repair! And we are leaking Energon, fast!" Dispenser had perfected the calm leader look by now, but he was panicking more than anyone else right then and there.

"Scanners are back online and- By the All-Spark! You're not going to believe this, sir... But I'm picking up Cybertron, and it's moving towards us!"

"Your right, I don't believe you. Give me visual!" Cyclonus ordered and the Sweeps did as he commanded, but even seeing it with his own optics, he could not say what he saw was real. It was indeed Cybertron, or what was left of it. Held together by massive metal tendrils, with a strange honeycomb pattern all over the surface of the shards.

"Sir! A tractor beam is pulling us in! Orders!?"

"Get ready for a fight!" Dispenser ordered, he did not know what was going on, but he would be ready to die swinging if he had to.

...

"The disappearance of our Lord and master, is a tremendous burden on our hearts. And until we can secure his location, it is with a heavy obligation that I, Deathasurus, shale take the mantle of leader of the Decepticons. But know my fellow new Cybertronians, that I fully expect my rain to be short. We will find our true master! ALL HAIL DISPENSER!" Divebomb then turned off the transmission device and chuckled with the other Predacons.

"That was a great show, boss! For a moment there, I almost believed that you didn't sabotage your buddy's ship yourself!"

"A regrettable action, but a necessary one. Dispenser was too cautious, too fearful to lead the Decepticons to true glory."

"We just got word from Earth boss. It seems Lockdown has Prime, and has given us the location of the creator's world as promised."

"Then once we have fully integrated Junkion into the empire, we know where the next war will be waged!" The Predacons all laughed in unison. A new age of war and conquest would soon begin.