"Excellent, yesssss." BW Megatron smiled as he leaned over and grabbed Cheetor by the scruff of his neck.
"What do we do now?" Scorponok asked, "I mean, what if he wakes up and kicks me in the face! He could do some serious damage, I'm only human beneath this big buff exterior!!"
A flower adorned G1 Megatron stepped forward, "Wait, I know... We can take him and force him into one on one combat with ME. The winner will be exiled from Cybertron along with all his forces! YES!"
Shockwave buried his optic in his hand, "Why does he pick now to operate his audio circuitry? Your plan is illogical and foolish. Cheetor has millenia of technological advancement to both armor and weaponry. You cannot hope to defeat him in a one on one battle."
"That's where my genius comes in!" G1 Megatron continued, "I will take the powers of ALL my Decepticons. I have this machine..."
Scorponok interrupted. "Wait, wouldn't they notice that you've changed?"
"What do you mean?" G1 Megatron looked genuinely confused.
"Enough!" BW Megatron mercifully stopped the conversation before it could get any worse, "I already have a plan. We will revolutionize the planet by using their own leader against them! Yesssss. I think it's time to give our yellow friend a new coat... perhaps something in... black. Yesssssss..."
After a few breems of work, the Decepticons (and Predacon) stood back to admire their handiwork.
"Not bad, noooo (yess)," Megatron commented, walking around the unconscious body of the Maximal leader, who now had an attractive color scheme of black flecked with yellow. "His new paintjob is . . . appropriate, I think. And rewiring his brain should--"
"If only I'd been able to help you with the technological aspects," a paint-splattered Scorponok interrupted. "But while I have the body of a mighty behomoth, my programming skills are those of Lord Zarak, a mere--"
"Observation: Scorponok is irritating. Hypothosis: He is as useful as a blind seeing-eye dog. Query: Why the hell did we bring him along?"
"Cannon fodder," the draconian Megatron explained.
"Ah."
"Decepticons, retreat!" G1 Megatron said suddenly, then pouted. "I'm bored. Where's Optimus Prime?"
"He's dead. About three times over." BW Megatron said, trying to remember why he'd named himself after the Decepticon. "Anyway . . . back to gloating, yess. With the stealth and speed of Cheetor, we can take out the Maximal high command before anyone even knows we're here. Then--"
"Hey, has anyone seen Galvatron recently?" Zarak asked, ignoring Megatron's frown at being interrupted again. "No doubt I would know where he was if I were truly Scorponok, but I am merely--ERK!" he finished as Shockwave slammed him against the wall.
"Thank you, yess. He has a point, however. Where IS Galvatron?"
The distant sound of a particle cannon being fired drifted down from the floor above them, followed by several screams.
"Observation: The fruitcake has blown our cover. Hypothesis: We may be screwed."
"Slag. Yesss."
[To be continued? I sure hope so! *G* Meanwhile, you can check out this story's sequel--well, sort of--by going here:
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=790081 ]