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*Scourge quietly takes the energon and stores it away, rationing it out of habit. He starts as Galvatron touches him, staring upward in almost worshipful awe, optics wide with shock* Galvatron.

*softly, almost affectionately* Scourge... *draws one hand away, moves it to brush his fingertips down Scourge's faceplate*

*quietly, but with fierce conviction* Wherever you came from - you belong with me now...!

*shivers, bowing his head* I failed you. *not worthy, not worthy of being here at all*

Failed whom?! *sits back a bit to listen to this story* My alternate? Your Galvatron?

*headtilt* Tell me what happened!

*doesn't dare look at him now* When Rodimus Void was created, Galvatron was the first to stand against him. He challenged Void, and was the first to fall by his hand. Cyclonus led the other Decepticons into battle and--*shakes again, curling into himself*

*nodding* Go on. *strangely calm, given his reputation...*

*shivers quietly - she doesn't know what this Scourge is going to tell, but she can imagine*

*the words are coming out fast and quiet now* I stayed behind. I thought they could surely handle things, and the Sweeps and I could collect salvage from Unicron. *takes in a deep, shuddering breath* Void and his troops overwhelmed them. Passing through, they encountered us and took us as prisoners. We were forced to serve him, on pain of torture and death.

I tried twice to escape. I was brought back twice. After that it just wasn't worth it.

*quietly moves back over to him, handing over another cube - not ordinary energon this time, but something a little more specialised from a medical kit* Drink it this time, okay? *worried look*

*nods weakly, then gulps the whole cube as if it were the last energon in the galaxy, licking the excess from his lips and fingers*

*bites her lip and passes him another, wishing she had more to hand*

*with an edge of grim laughter in his voice* One constant across the universes, then - all Sweeps are cowards! *touches Scourge lightly, taking any implied sting out of the words - he's almost joking, if it weren't both serious and the truth*

Well then! *optics spark with menace* Perhaps it's time someone showed Rodimus Void that he can only go so far and no further! *looks at 'Boots* Dreadboots, call our Prime and tell him we're going to need him!

*clutches at his arm* Please, don't get him angry. Just give him what he wants and he'll leave us alone. *shifts a bit, coming out more into the light. There is a fresh and bleeding wound where his right wing should be, looking as if it was ripped clean off his body* I'd rather lose my wings than my life.

Scourge. *and if he doesn't remember that tone of command/love/die-for-me, then there's no hope for the poor alternate* Nobody's going to die here except Void and his twisted slaves! And no Decepticon under my command gives up his wings to anyone!

*runs his fingers down the torn wound on Scourge's back, his energy sparking and burning on the spilled energon and oil - it hurts, but it's a clean pain, almost cleansing*

Trust me.

*dares to finally look into his bright optics and sees hope there, a chance that the pain will finally stop* I...

What he wants is pain. If he takes me back, he'll torture me to death. *clings to his arm desperatly* My lord, Galvatron...if I'm worth anything to you, don't let him take me back alive.

*smiles, cruelly, tenderly, and brings his gun into line until the barrel of the cannon nudges Scourge's forehead - not hard, just... there*

I give you my word of honour that if it comes to it, I'll vaporise you myself!

*the barest little hint of a smile* Thank you, my lord. *so, if anything else, he at least has an escape route*

Please, don't try to fight him yourself. He'll rip you apart. Just leave him alone. *because I don't want to be taken from you again*

I'm not going to fight him alone! *wicked grin* I'm going to have two armies at my back...

...and you, if you can find the courage. *not taunting, but he heard the unspoken as well as the spoken part of Scourge's words, and this little one needs a chance to redeem himself*