"Ever since, you, Barricade and I left, Team Thrull has been in need of another warrior. One that will strike as much fear into the hearts of the Autobots as you once did, Scalpel." A tall, black and grey robot with a deep booming face walked down a hallway in the Decepticon stronghold of New New Kaon alongside a smaller white robot with a quadrupedal gait and a wicked grin. "Oh, yes, that little matter... Well, I have been doing research in my new position as head of the Decepticon Scientific Inquisition, and I'm sure you will find it most interesting, oh wise and mighty Scourge. Follow me, yes?" The smaller robot used his clawed hand to open a door into his private laboratory, which was filled with countless creatures of all sizes and shapes.
"They're... Organic!" Even Scourge was taken aback by this creatures. The Decepticons had overcome their fear of organics when they saw how much weaker they were, but still, the horrific forms of these creatures startled even the mighty Decepticon Emperor of Destruction. "You're only half right, my lord. These are techno-organics, like Blackarachnia was." Scourge then looked down at Scalpel with an angry look in his optics. "This is... This is far too vile and despicable, even for you, Scalpel." Scalpel's grin grew wider, apparently taking this criticism as praise. "Why thank you, sir. I have been creating these from Autobot prisoners, not Decepticon warriors, so you shouldn't worry, yes?" Scourge's angry look left his optics, as he was reassured that Scalpel wasn't wasting the precious few Decepticon troops left after the Great War over some failed experiments.
"Although these were all failures, I am coming so much closer to perfecting the process. Unfortunately, I seem to have run out of Autobot prisoners, yes?" Scalpel stated, in an eerily gleeful tone of voice so typical when he was on a breakthrough. "You see, the Autobots have yet to overcome the fear to organics all members of the Cybertronian race once had. It certainly didn't help that that buffoon Sentinel Prime is acting Magnus, with his ridiculously irrational hatred of organics. Now almost all Autobots are paralyzed with fear upon sight of these monstrosities, yes?" Scourge apparently frowned under his mouthplate. "Are you suggesting we give up one of our valuable Decepticon soldiers for another potential failure, Scalpel? Scalpel shook his head, still bearing that eerie fanged grin. "Oh, no, master. Just think of a Decepticon who is so useless, so pathetic, we can afford to waste him."
"Scalpel, sir, I have some more DNA samples!" As if on cue, a very short, very incompetent Decepticon walked in. He was short and slight of build. His faceplate was certainly not a threatening visage, with his two buckteeth sticking out and two rather dim-looking optics peered out. This was Smokejumper, the laughing stock of the Decepticon army. Scourge then turned to Scalpel, and uttered a single word. "Proceed." Scalpel's eyes gleamed a wicked gleam, and, quick as a wink, he ran over and grabbed the smaller Decepticon, throwing him into a chamber.
"Help! Let me out of here! What's going on?" Smokejumper was helpless, as a gas containing the DNA of a species of organic called a gigabat filled the chamber. He felt the vapor entering his frame through his speech synthesizer, and his body started stretching and contorting as the gas took effect. "YAAAAAAAAARGH!" He felt his limbs stretching, as the oil in his tubes changed to a substance humans would call blood. He felt his servos turning into technorganic muscle, and his metal frame started becoming a metallic skin. He felt his optics shrink, and his audio receptors continued to grow...
"You see, my lord, gigabats are one of the fiercest organic creatures known. Even at a young age, their appetite for the internal fluids of other organics is insatiable, and they will even feast on each other's blood. When they grow to adult size, they have been known to fly around all day, searching for victims, and they drain every ounce of blood from their victim's bodies. I thought it would be a good idea to create something that could drain the energy from organics and non-biological entities such as ourselves... Oh, look, he's just about ready to come out now..." The doors to the chamber opened, and a terrible beast walked out. It walked like a robot, but had no optics, and it was obviously partly-organic. It had wings attached to its arms, and it had two long fangs extending from its upper jaw. Where Smokejumper's optics had once been, there was nothing, not even optical sockets. Just nothing but metallic skin. On the side of its head were two large ears that glowed red. The being twisted and turned, and became a creature that resembled an eyeless bat crossed with a stealth bomber, and it landed right in front of the two Decepticons, transofrming back into its robot mode, if you could call it that.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO USSSSSSS?!" Apparently the trauma of the transformation had created two split personalities; one driven on pure instinct, and the other the traumatized mind of Smokejumper. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO... SSSSSSSSSCREECHWING?!" He fell to his knees, overcome by the sheer shock of his ordeal. "It seems this one has sentience. Perhaps it can be useful, yes?" Scalpel turned to the Emperor of Destruction, who most likely would have been grinning if he didn't have a faceplate over his mouth. "Excellent, Scalpel, a beast as terrifiyng as this will be perfect to fight the Autobot troops. Now, I shall check up on Team Thrull and introduce Bludgeon to his newest recruit." The beast's ears perked up at this. "Recruit? Ssssscreechwing can fight now? Sssssscreechwing can be true Desssssepticon?" Scourge turned to him. "Yes. But remember; you must only feed on Autobots. Never attack those who bear this insignia." Scourge pointed to the Decepticon symbol on his left forearm. "Yesssss, yessssss Sssssscourge! Sssssscreechwing will only attack filthy Autobotssssessssss!" Screechwing clasped his claws together, and then transformed into gigabat mode, and flew off. "What do you think, my lord?" Scalpel said, with his ever present maniacle glee evident in his voice. Scourge squinted, his eyes glowing a brighter red. "Perfect."