The Combaticons Strike (Part 1)

Onslaught's optics flickered with red light as his gaze settled on Starscream.

"Drop your little schemes!"

He was no fool; he naturally understood Starscream's ulterior motives.

However, though Onslaught was reluctant to admit it, he knew Starscream had successfully piqued his interest.

"Frenzy?"

In his memories, that was a little guy who barely reached his knees—insignificant, ignorant, yet ambitious.

He remembered that he had chosen to go into seclusion back then to recover from the injuries of a battle with Starscream and to adapt more quickly to the body modified by the AllSpark.

Before his seclusion, he had felt, in part, that he saw the shadow of his own once-ambitious self in Frenzy.

Of course, it was mostly because he felt that it was all just junk anyway.

Thus, Onslaught had thrown almost everything he had brought to Earth at Frenzy.

"To think he's actually carved out a piece of the world for himself in less than two years?"

Onslaught's gaze toward Starscream grew colder, for he despised being manipulated.

Yet Starscream did not even attempt to hide it; this was an open conspiracy. He was betting that Onslaught would take the bait.

And Onslaught himself had indeed developed a strong interest in the current Frenzy.

Before his seclusion, the only thing he had tossed to Frenzy that could be considered precious was a Super Intelligence Core brought from Cybertron.

As for the rest, whether it was those Decepticon Engineers or the Medical Spiders, they were just scrap.

As long as he had the materials, Onslaught could cultivate as many as he wanted.

While he was not the premier scientist of the Decepticon Corps, he was, after all, an elder who had been born during the era of the Elder Council.

Millions of years were enough for any ambitious Cybertronian