“Megatron has been defeated!” A cry rang out through the Decepticon ranks, inciting panic as their current leader had been apprehended by a Space Bridge repair crew. What chance, then, did the rest of the Decepticons have if their mighty leader could not even defeat a mere maintenance ‘Bot? The Decepticons were in a prone state, suffering numerous defeats at the hands of the new acting Magnus, Optimus, and his possession of the Allspark! However, perhaps the tide could be turned in the coronation of a new leader.
On the colony of New New Kaon, Decepticons from across the galaxy had grouped, all fearing that the Autobots may find them in this gathering. This was the coronation of the new Emperor of Destruction, the grandest event in the Decepticon army. All the Generals of Destruction had gathered: Strika, leader of Team Chaar; Obsidian, leader of Team Korkulon; and Scourge, leader of Team Thrull. They waited in their positions for the Decepticon elder to walk in.
The crowd went silent. Two large doors opened. The Generals of Destruction all stood up a bit straighter, as a wiry robot walked in, carrying a staff. The robot, ancient and wizened beyond belief, was mostly black with glowing orange lines on him that were as hot as the spark inside him. He slowly walked towards the three powerful Decepticons, scanning them with his optics, and choosing. “Scourge… I, the Fallen, have chosen you to be the new Decepticon Emperor of Destruction. You must follow the path of the leaders before you, Bloodron, Megatron, the Triumvirate, and many others in the eons since our freedom from the Quintessons. Take this mantle, and carry it with pride.” The Decepticon crowd cheered Scourge’s name as their new champion, while the other two generals walked away, disgraced.
“Fellow Decepticons!” The black and grey Decepticon shouted, his voice echoing through the stadium. “Megatron was one who I trained. He was cunning and powerful, but he was too egotistical for his own good. After his many defeats at the servos of the Autobot named Optimus Prime, he grew obsessed with revenge. This lust for vengeance overwhelmed him, and led to his downfall. However, I shall not be consumed by such foolish emotions. For millions of years, I have waited. Waited for my chance to finally ascend to this position, after my many stellar cycles of service. I am honored to be your leader.”
“Team Thrull, arise.” Eight other Decepticons stood up, and walked into the middle of the stadium and joined their master. One was green and gold, and had a skeletal face with his lower jaw torn off. “Bludgeon; I give you my former title as General of Destruction. You are now the leader of Team Thrull under my command.” The samurai-like Decepticon bowed to the one who trained him. “I am… Honored, my lord.” Scourge turned a smaller ‘bot, white and yellow-green with a wicked grin and an insectoid appearance. “Chopshop, my most loyal medi-Con, you are now the head of the Decepticon Scientific Inquisition.” The smaller Decepticon looked at his master. “Why, thank you, sir. I shall fill this position as best I can, yes?” Scourge then turned to a black and purple Decepticon, decorated with many badges. “Barricade… You are promoted to head of the Decepticon Secret Police.” Barricade nodded, and doned a special insignia with a knife going through the Decepticon symbol. Scourge turned to five other ‘Bots. One was a hulking tan and brown mass, with an exporession filled with hatred. Another was blue, with a face that was scarred in a way that it looked like half a different face on each side. The third was colored gray, and had purple kill markings on the large missile pod on his left arm. The fourth was mostly red, and appeared to be wearing a gas mask hiding his crazed expression. He had a large flamethrower over his shoulder. The last one was a smaller purple and gold Decepticon with a cocky smirk. “Bonecrusher; Slugslinger; Thunderblast; Inferno; Sideways; for your valor in battle, I promote the four of you to colonels.” Bonecrusher scowled. “Great, he gives all the others better promotions while we just become glorified privates. I hate my life.” Thunderblast smiled at the larger Decepticon, stating in his thick accent that would sound Russian to humans. "At least we're not being the expendables any more, da?" Sideways decided this was a perfect time to wisecrack. “Heh, whatever. I don’t care what position I have, as long as I get to kick some fraggin’ tailgate.” Inferno's optics lit up. "I WILL FULFILL THE POSITION WITH NOTHING BUT LOYALTY TO YOU, MY QUEEN!" Slugslinger remained silent. "What is it, Slugslinger?" The jet Decepticon with the torn face looked at his master. "Ah, I'm thinking of strikin' out on my own as an assassin. I've never liked bein' on a team, bossbot." "Fine. You are hereby an independent agent in service of the Decepticons." Scourge then turned to his audience.
“Decepticons, I now give you this order… Transform and rise up!” Scourge transformed into an assault truck, and he and his team boarded their ship, the Darksyde, and headed straight for the Autobot colony of Nebulos…