Megatron looked on as the tents of the camp burned. Normally he would not have bothered with clan-less mecha, but he had heard that this camp in particular had been trading and giving information to the Autobot tribes. Said Autobots had been thwarting his raids as of late. He couldn’t afford to let it continue when his tribe of Decepticons were desperate to acquire much needed supplies.

The Decepticons were a cruel and aggressive people yes, but they weren’t without a code of conduct. The medical tents were dowsed with water before the burning had begun- preventing the sick and wounded from being harmed during the raid’s duration. Those who had fought battles were viewed with respect by the Decepticons, and the battle one has against pain and plague alike while continuing on with their life as normal, was no exception.

Slowly, the warlord-chief approached the damp dwelling made of wooden poles and mechanimal pelts and parted the entrance flaps to have a look at its occupants. He intended to use his right to stake his claim on a warprize to accept into his clan tonight, and he refused to be denied.