Scourge's Primary Objective
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Adult +
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Chapter 7
Scourge's insides suddenly growled. Cyclonus turned and frowned at him. Scourge excused himself and went into the forest. A herd of giant bovine herbivores was grazing nearby. He let his instincts take over, and crept towards the most vulnerable-looking animal. Scourge leaped, tackling the creature and knocking it down. Almost automatically his jaws closed around his prey's throat. The creature thrashed for a few seconds and went limp as its predator's grip tightened, slowly choking the life out of it. As soon as it was dead, Scourge tore the carcass open and began devouring it greedily. Suddenly he heard a twig snap, so he turned and growled. But it was only Cyclonus. When he saw what Scourge was doing, he made a face.
"How can you eat that?" Cyclonus asked in disgust.
"Actually, it's pretty good," Scourge replied, "You should try some."
"No thanks," Cyclonus said with a shudder, "Why are you eating that, anyway? Energon supplies haven't been that tight lately. Unless........you gave that female your energon ration, didn't you?"
"Gotta keep her alive somehow," Scourge replied, as he continued to feed.
Cyclonus turned and walked back to the den area. He preferred not to watch the Sweep Leader eating. He couldn't fathom why any of the Sweeps would choose to devour organic life forms.
Sweeps did not chew their food, as most of their teeth weren't designed for it anyway--instead they tore it into bite-sized chunks that they could swallow. Cyclonus sat and waited for Scourge to finish. Every once in a while he could hear Scourge's teeth crunching through a large bone. The sound sent shivers up Cyclonus' spinal relays. If Scourge put half the effort into fighting the Autobots as he did taking down dumb organic prey, Cyclonus figured the Decepticons would be well on their way to conquering the galaxy.
As soon as he'd had his fill, Scourge began to clean himself with his rough tongue. As soon as he was completely spotless, he returned to the den.
Before he and Cyclonus left, Scourge warned the female to beware any other Sweeps. But it wasn't just his own warriors that he was worried about not being able to trust. A few feral Sweeps lived on the planet and sometimes entered the area. Scourge knew that if any of the feral Sweeps found his cubs, they would kill them and take the female for themselves the next time she came into heat--and if she mated with them, chances were she'd be infected with the same nanoprobes that had turned them feral. Fortunately, there was a natural cavern in the area that the female and the cubs could hide in that a Sweep couldn't get into. Scourge pointed this place out to her and told her to hide herself and the cubs there if she felt threatened. Then he went and marked a large territorial boundary around the area that would serve as a warning to any Sweeps--feral or otherwise--to stay out of the area. Sweeps were highly territorial and usually stayed out of a rival's area. But he would have to return regularly to keep the scent fresh, in order to maintain its effectiveness. Cyclonus did not understand the Sweeps all that well, and often mistook the manifestations of their territorial instincts for cowardice.
"How can you eat that?" Cyclonus asked in disgust.
"Actually, it's pretty good," Scourge replied, "You should try some."
"No thanks," Cyclonus said with a shudder, "Why are you eating that, anyway? Energon supplies haven't been that tight lately. Unless........you gave that female your energon ration, didn't you?"
"Gotta keep her alive somehow," Scourge replied, as he continued to feed.
Cyclonus turned and walked back to the den area. He preferred not to watch the Sweep Leader eating. He couldn't fathom why any of the Sweeps would choose to devour organic life forms.
Sweeps did not chew their food, as most of their teeth weren't designed for it anyway--instead they tore it into bite-sized chunks that they could swallow. Cyclonus sat and waited for Scourge to finish. Every once in a while he could hear Scourge's teeth crunching through a large bone. The sound sent shivers up Cyclonus' spinal relays. If Scourge put half the effort into fighting the Autobots as he did taking down dumb organic prey, Cyclonus figured the Decepticons would be well on their way to conquering the galaxy.
As soon as he'd had his fill, Scourge began to clean himself with his rough tongue. As soon as he was completely spotless, he returned to the den.
Before he and Cyclonus left, Scourge warned the female to beware any other Sweeps. But it wasn't just his own warriors that he was worried about not being able to trust. A few feral Sweeps lived on the planet and sometimes entered the area. Scourge knew that if any of the feral Sweeps found his cubs, they would kill them and take the female for themselves the next time she came into heat--and if she mated with them, chances were she'd be infected with the same nanoprobes that had turned them feral. Fortunately, there was a natural cavern in the area that the female and the cubs could hide in that a Sweep couldn't get into. Scourge pointed this place out to her and told her to hide herself and the cubs there if she felt threatened. Then he went and marked a large territorial boundary around the area that would serve as a warning to any Sweeps--feral or otherwise--to stay out of the area. Sweeps were highly territorial and usually stayed out of a rival's area. But he would have to return regularly to keep the scent fresh, in order to maintain its effectiveness. Cyclonus did not understand the Sweeps all that well, and often mistook the manifestations of their territorial instincts for cowardice.