Inspired by Misgel

StarScream P.O.V [Location, Sea of Rust]

Optimus... He's going to pay for leaving Cybertron a lifeless husk! Three fleshy lives weren't worth the restoration of an entire planet and our race!

And Earth, a new planet to rule! But no, Optimus Prime had to ruin everything! Ruling Cybertron and Earth would be etched into the history of every Decepticon. The humans are nothing but weak, short-lived creatures, easily crushed by a single Cybertronian warrior.

Optimus Prime is weak, prioritizing the lives of those pathetic humans over the fate of our entire planet. Those three organic creatures were a strategic advantage, a key to our victory. But no, he had to destroy the Omega Lock.

The Autobots retreated empty-handed, abandoning their human captives. Could those fragile creatures have perished when the Omega Lock was destroyed?

This... this could actually work! The Autobots would be mourning the loss of their pets. We could launch a surprise attack! A brilliant idea, Starscream!

I scanned the Sea of Rust, confused. Two unknown Cybertronian life signals? That's impossible. Soundwave confirmed there were no other life forms present.

There, beneath the rubble of the Omega Lock, I detected two unidentified Cybertronian life signs. Impossible! Soundwave's scans were clear. Could the Omega Lock have resurrected dormant Cybertronians? Unlikely. Or perhaps... the Autobots' pets? A chilling thought. If the Omega Lock had transformed them, we could turn the tide of this war.

"You there, investigate those life signs!" I ordered a nearby drone. If these were the Autobots' pets, we could turn them against their former allies. A brilliant strategy!

"I guess we should cancel the welcome home party?" Knock Out interrupted, his timing as terrible as ever. I couldn't help but scratch his paint in frustration. For a medic, he certainly doesn't act like one.

"Don't just stand there, tend to our leader!" I snarled, turning back to the drones. Knock Out stood there, dumbfounded.

The Vehicons lifted the figures from the rubble. A gasp escape my vocal modulator (lips).

Younglings, no nuetrals! But how?

Their wasn't any when we started batt- I was right! The Omega Lock had Cyber-form them, but wait! Their only two. Where the youngest of the trio? As in cue Soundwave showed me the clips of the Autobots as they ran through the Space Bridge. And there! In the servos of the voiceless scout laid a limp youngling. We'll, this is quite a surprise. Never thought of an Autobots leaving there member behind. Yet here laid two with my grasp. Oh what fun this will be. As two Cybertronians youlings trained under the command of the best Warrios among the Decepticon ranks.

I looked down and inspected the two unconscious younglings. A Femme and a Mech. The Femme seemed to be Purple and Hot Pink with hints of Dark Grey. Her optics were offline, and her Faceplate was like the Autobot they call Arcee, but she looked like a seeker. Her wings were the same as mine, only the tips were pointy and not squared like mine , and they were smaller. As for her frame, it was like a femme wrecker, only thinner and smaller in size.

The Mech seemed to be dark blue and dark grey. His optics were offline, but other than that, he was fine as well. He had wings like Dreadwing and Skyquake, but his frame was bulkier like a Ground-wheeler. Odd, could he be a triple Changer? If so, then we have another advantage among us.

Suddenly Megatron voice filled the air, I turned around to see him slowly standing on his pedes. An evil smile on his faceplate.

"It seems not everything was lost. The Autobots' pets are in our grasp," he said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He glanced at the two younglings, his expression turning thoughtful. "One is missing, the youngest of the group." A cruel smile returned to his lips. "This will be interesting."

As Soundwave opened a Space Bridge, Megatron commanded, "Starscream, stay behind and search for any relics. I'll handle our guests." With that, he vanished into the portal, accompanied by Knock Out, Soundwave, and a few Vehicons. I was left alone in the desolate landscape, a bitter taste of defeat and a surge of anticipation filling my circuits.

"Lord StarScream, We fond something you need to see."

To be continued. . .