The Transformers 6

The Instrument of Revenge

Far from the Perses System lied the world known as Symcon and its
inhabitants the human-like Symconians. The Symconians’ skin was colored
a slight gray, their stature was slightly less than that of an average
human at approximately 4’5 inches tall and they had no hair on their
heads. They had only recently traveled outside of their solar system
where they had contacted several life forms. It was on several such
encounters that they heard rumors of a race of giant metal warriors
with the ability to change their forms into such things as vehicles,
animals and weapons. That rumor, unfortunately for them, became fact
three days ago.
Decepticon Scourge flew through the bright white Symcon
clouds. Scourge was the leader of the terrifying group of Decepticons
known as the Sweeps. He was also one of Galvatron’s greatest warriors
and answered only to him and the second in command of the Decepticons
Cyclonus. In flight mode, Scourge was a sleek looking aircraft with a
blue and gray rounded exterior that resembled a flying
hovercraft. Mounted on the top of his hull was a powerful laser that
could cut through almost any Transformer armor.
As the Symcon suns glared off of his shining exterior, below him
the six Decepticons who make up the sub-group known as the
Constructicons merged together to form the gigantic 120 foot tall robot
known as Devastator. The green colored Decepticon giant picked up a
piece of machinery three times his size and dropped it in a large
crater-like hole in the ground. The small red colored Decepticon known
as Frenzy approached the positioned object and activated it. A
deafening humming sound echoed through the air as the machine began to
drain the planet’s rich energies.
Scourge continued on his course and now flew above the five
Decepticons who made up the force known as the Predacons. Like the
Constructicons, the Predacons merged together to form their greater
half. It was Predaking who added another of the giant machines to the
next location. Again the device was activated and the planet died that
much more.
All across the landscape beneath Scourge, Decepticon warriors went
about their tasks amongst the fire and growing destruction. Finally,
his destination was in sight. The immense headquarters of the
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Decepticons rested ahead. It was Scorponok, the large Decepticon base

that stretched out over the surface for nearly a mile. Ramps extended
out almost everywhere, antennas reached high into the air and weapons
encompassed much of Scorponok’s exterior. He was truly the ultimate
battle station.
Scourge descended towards the massive base and transformed to robot
form landing within a launch bay. The Decepticon’s third in command was
a terrifying looking Transformer who was without a doubt a spawn of
Unicron. His face was long and covered in a metallic beard and
moustache, his arms and legs rounded like huge cylinders and the tips
of his fingers were pointed to a razor sharp end.
He passed the five Stunticons who were complaining amongst
themselves about their work which included the loading of the many
acquired energon cubes the Decepticons had already drained from the
resource rich world. He moved through a long corridor that stretched
from one end of Scorponok to the other until arriving at Galvatron’s
throne room.
He peeked in the nearly completely dark room and could see his
commander on its north side staring out of a large window watching the
fires and smoke that resulted from their conquering of the planet. The
Decepticon’s second in command, an imposing Transformer known as
Cyclonus was at his side. Cyclonus was a deep purple in color, had
large glowing red eyes and massive metal arms that housed his superior
strength.
Cyclonus was a warrior completely dedicated to the Decepticon
cause, perhaps even more so than Galvatron himself. He was highly
intelligent and a great tactician, but his ultimate role was to serve
his master Galvatron and he filled that role very well. Although
Scourge knew that their creator Unicron had etched this deep into their
programming, Cyclonus’ loyalty to their leader had to be admired and
respected.
Scourge pondered whether to enter the room for he knew he would at
the very least be tolerated by Galvatron or the worst become a victim
of one of his numerous tantrums. It was known that Galvatron’s mind had
been severely damaged following the great battle with
Unicron. Galvatron had been in combat with former Autobot Commander
Rodimus Prime, tossed through the hull of Unicron, sent tumbling out of
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control through space and finally crashed on a lava flowing planet

known as Thrull.
His mental circuits had been literally fried, but Scourge, amongst
others, believed there was more to the story than that. Unlike him,
Cyclonus and the Sweeps, Galvatron had retained the personality and
traits of his former self, the being known as Megatron. Although the
same, they were indeed different and within the mind of the Decepticon
Commander a struggle was believed to be ensuing that was driving
Galvatron more insane by the day. All of the Decepticons knew Galvatron
was beyond unstable, but no one was about to challenge his authority
regardless of the threat it posed to Decepticon stability.
Scourge stepped into the room and passed Galvatron’s guards the
Decepticons Ramjet and Dirge. Cyclonus noticed Scourge’s approach and
quickly turned to him shaking his head. “Not now Scourge…” Cyclonus’
voice, as always, was very deep and low.
Scourge opened his mouth anyway. “Mighty Galvatron, the Terrorcons
have completed the energon draining of the fifth continent…”
Galvatron turned around from the glass. Without question, Galvatron
was an impressive looking Transformer. Purple and grey colors covered
most of his body, his arms and legs were rounded similar to old human
telephone poles and on his right arm was mounted a long orange colored
cannon that produced a powerful blast of direct-current
electricity. The mighty Decepticon Commander looked to Scourge and
clenched his massive fits. “This planet has sixteen continents, does it
not?” he asked.
Scourge looked to Cyclonus who would offer no help. “Yes, my lord,
I believe it does…” Galvatron’s eyes went bright red and Scourge knew
what was coming. “Well then, why do you bother me with such non-
sense? Tell Hunn-Gurr to continue on!” he screamed nearly to the full
extent of his vocal circuits. Decepticons throughout the base could
hear him, but this was nothing new.
Scourge turned away from Galvatron before he could lash out at him
with something more than just insults and moved to the exit. Cyclonus
was close behind. “It’s a no win situation with him Cyclonus. If I
didn’t report the Terrorcons progress to him he’d still take a tantrum…”
“I know Scourge, but you need to bear with me. Victory is nearly at
hand. As unstable as his mind is, it is with him that we will finally
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achieve dominance…” Cyclonus made sure to whisper so his commander

could not hear.
“If you ask me Cyclonus, I think we could have done this on our
own, and we wouldn’t have to suffer this constant abuse.” Scourge
continued to walk down the corridor that led to the landing bay.
Cyclonus said no more for he knew Scourge was probably right, but he
was afraid to admit it. He could not fight against his own
circuitry. Cyclonus’ loyalty to his master was embedded deep within his
mind and there was no removing it, no matter how crazy or insane
Galvatron had become.
Cyclonus turned and walked back into the throne room. The
Decepticon’s Communications Specialist, a Transformer known as
Soundwave monitored the continuing activity of the war. He turned away
from his monitoring station to face Galvatron. “I have a report from
Onslaught on the progress of the war…”
Soundwave’s synthesized voice produced a digitized affect.
Although near monotone in emotion, his unmistakable sound seemed to
transmit several octaves all at once. The physical appearance of the
Decepticon, like his unique voice, was anything but typical. Soundwave
was a huge warrior and he could stand face to face with most other
Transformers. His primary exterior color was dark blue, he had a large
cannon mounted on his right shoulder and he had a compartment located
on his chest where he could unleash his own army of cassette warriors.
These cassettes could transform into soldiers who not only served
the Decepticon cause but were loyal to Soundwave above all else. Among
these warriors were Laserbeak and Buzzaw, two cassettes who transformed
into eagles, Frenzy and Rumble, two cassettes who transformed into
small robots, and Slugfest and Overkill, two cassettes who transformed
into small dinosaur creatures. Soundwave had at his disposal, an entire
army for himself.
Galvatron turned away from Ramjet and Dirge to face Soundwave who
had jumped into the air and transformed into his cassette player
mode. “Soundwave, you’re among my most loyal subjects, and more
importantly, you only speak when you have something of importance to
say…” A small tube extracted from Soundwave’s side and connected with
the large monitoring station. Galvatron looked to the screen and
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appearing across its surface was the Decepticon known as Onslaught, the
commander of the tactical unit known as the Combaticons.
Behind Onslaught, Galvatron could see rising fires and smoke and it
brought a smile to his face. “Report Onslaught.” said the Decepticon
Commander.
Onslaught was a large green camouflaged warrior. He was as tall as
Galvatron and nearly as strong, but it was his military expertise that
overshadowed all of his other abilities. The Commander of the
Combaticons was the Decepticon to turn to lead such offenses as
this. Galvatron knew that he could attend to other matters when
Onslaught was on hand to lead the actual physical war.
“The war goes well my Lord. The Symconian army has been decimated
and we are ridding ourselves of the final pockets of resistance now. Is
there any purpose in capturing survivors for interrogation?” asked
Onslaught in his very similar British-like accent. Many Autobots and
Decepticons had acquired such human traits upon downloading Earth
cultural information during their time on that planet. Onslaught had
obtained his accent during one such occurrence and he liked it,
although many of the other Decepticons found it particularly annoying.
Galvatron waved his hand in a swatting-like motion. “Kill them all,
I have no need for prisoners. Our only reason for coming to this planet
is for its rich resources.”
Cyclonus who was listening from behind stepped forward to offer a
suggestion. “Perhaps we could use them for manual labor my Lord…”
Galvatron’s head swung around to look at Cyclonus. “They’re
weakling’s Cyclonus. They’re weaklings even when compared to the
humans.” He turned back to the screen. “Dispose of them, all of
them!” The monitor went black and Galvatron returned to his
window. “Leave me Cyclonus, I wish to be alone…” The Decepticon’s
second in command said no more and departed the throne room.