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Eat, feast, destroy, reproduce. That was the principle all Scraplets heed, The one and only Plage that still haunted cybetronians to this day.
Eat, feast, destroy, reproduce. The code of all those metallic vermins, Eat and feast upon all that is Metal, they came in Hordes and swarms of millions upon millions, feasting upon the living metal that kept the sparks of mech and femmes alike together.
But somewhere along the way, such coding didn't work to their advantage, after millennia upon millennia, the swarm did not benefit of such simple minds. After the war raged on cybertron for eons, The littered bodies of the soldiers who fought it became scarse, Forcing the swarms to Move, migrate.
And, along the way, the nature of the chaos bringer touched the plage. Eat- Process- Reform- evolve. The new code that gave upon a new Generation of Scraplets, bigger, stronger, more intelligent than before.
They feasted upon the unlucky ones left on the dead planet after it's destruction, Blending in with the others, becoming one and less at the same time. Yet again, the nature of the chaos bringer touched the plage, and their code Shifted and evolved since the firts time it touched the swarms.
Scavenge, evolve, survival. The outside was rought, cybertron no longer made to harbor life, and Cannibalism between the vermins came into place, for they could not fly for long, and cybertron was vast and wide. And while they could place eggs coated in a metallic Protective case, this did not meant everything was out to get the new generations, fellow scraplets and even their own parents, deprived of food during mass scale migrations, all hungry and wanting for more. And while scraplets could not hunt their own kind on times of old, Now they were menaces to even themselves.
But their coding, other than survival, Coped with so. Making them seek safe places with some food left in them so the Offspring could make it if lucky enought. And this story starts right then and there, within the depths of an abandoned city, Long ago beautiful and fruitful, now only Ruins of what it once was.
The remains of Vos would see the start, another Generation of vermins would sprout, and the fight for survival would continue on the Lawless planet that once gave life to the cybertronian race in itself.