TRANSFORMERS REGENERATED
Scavengers: A Regenerated Interlude
PROLOGUE
Spacewarp hated waiting.
It wasn't necessarily a matter of patience -- she had plenty when the situation called for it. But what she hated the most about it was being forced to stay in one place.
She strove for variety. That's why she had no home other than the stars. She lived for exploring the unexplored, for visiting alien worlds and charting undiscovered systems. To be forced to sit in one place in a non-descriptive waiting room was nothing but pure torture for her.
She glanced at the chronometer on the wall. Five hours had passed since she got here. To her, it might as well have been five decades (and on some planets it might have been. One of the many things she had learned in her travels was that time was relative.)
Her optics then moved to the door she was anxiously waiting to open. Whoever was in there now had better have a good reason for taking so much time; otherwise, they were going to meet a trusted friend of hers, which she brought with her everywhere she went.
Another twenty minutes passed before the door finally opened and a Skuxxoid came flying out. Behind him was a burly, dull gray mechanoid was glowering at the porcine alien before giving him a nice swift kick to the rear. He then moved his optical sensors to Spacewarp.
"Omega Trion will see you now."
"Finally," Spacewarp muttered as she got up to her feet. Stepping into the next room, she adjusted her optics to the sudden lack of light; only a red hanging lantern provided illumination, and even then, it failed to show any of the mech sitting before her other than his red optics.
"I apologize for the wait," Omega Trion said, although he sounded anything but apologetic. "Skuxxoids are a persistent sort."
"Tell me about it," Spacewarp grunted. "Now cut to the chase; what's the 'big scoop' you say you picked up?"
"Ah, ah, ah. Payment up front."
Spacewarp scowled beneath her faceplate as she dropped a few coins of Shanix onto the desk. "This had better be good."
"When have my findings been anything but satisfactory?" Omega Trion replied. "Now then, tell me: how knowledgeable are you of Cybertronian myths?"
"I've heard some names and terms tossed around -- the Guiding Hand, Shokaract, Unicron--"
"What about the Thirteen?"
"Yeah, I've heard of them. Doesn't seem like they were much more than glorified Primes -- bots who let all the power they held get to their head."
"You can believe what you want," Omega Trion said. "But one can't deny the value of the artifacts they've left behind. Whether or not there's anything actually 'magic' or 'omnipotent' about them, I know quite a few people who would kill to get their hands on them."
"Let me guess: you've located one of these artifacts."
Omega Trion chuckled. "You catch on quickly. Yes, my spies have managed to track one down, and I require your expertise to recover it."
"How much are you offering for this to be done?"
"Well, the relic itself is worth over ten million Shanix. If you manage to bring it to me without any damage done to it, I'll give you half the amount... plus a hundred extra if you manage to retrieve it within forty-eight hours of leaving here."
"Sounds good. And where is it exactly that I'm going?"
"Ah, that's the tricky part," Omega Trion said with another laugh. "It's in the hands of five spacefaring Decepticons. They were last seen at Scarvix, but they may very well be halfway across the galaxy by now."
"Ah." Spacewarp was less than enthused by the thought of encountering any of her so-called comrades. "Anything I should know about them?"
"I wasn't able to get much info from Banzai-Tron. But what he was willing to tell me was more than enough."
"And what would that be?"
"That they are the five worst Decepticons you could possibly find."
Scavengers, or:
"How Not To Be a Decepticon"
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