"Impossible," he thought to himself. "That thing is not Cybertronian, not even some small part. Is it?" Even as he asked himself the question, an odd sound eminating from the other side of the crevice focused his attention. The Predacon turned to face the dimly-lit opening. From a safe distance he peered through, and as the battle armor surrounding his face analyzed the creature, Scorponok's inner expression turned from one of curiousity to new-found horror.
The creature's body began to glisten and ooze, it's alien shape morphing into a formless mass that began to move toward the opening.
"No," whispered Scorponok, who began backing away from the opening even as the shape began moving through the opening.
"No."
The Predacon turned in the opposite direction.
"Beast mode," came the command. Organic and mechanical merged to form his arachnid form. As the transformation completed, the remaining part of the alien slithered through the opening.
"You want me so bad, alien? Then you'll have to earn the kill." On Cybertron, many thought Scorponok a coward. The truth was the complete opposite. He was cautious, true. He would not engage an enemy unless absolutely necessary. But all that meant was that the Predacon was a resourceful strategist who only used force when he had gauged the enemies' capability. And that task was just now beginning.
"Come and get me, you unnatural piece of slag." His many legs moved Scorponok forward at an incredible pace. The alien, now fully formed, howled an angry cry of indifference to the Predacon's newly shown courage. On the other side of the cavern, the greater illuminance allowed Scorponok a backward, revealing glance.
The creature was nearly twice the size of Scorponok. Six, what resembled arms, protruded from it's upper torso. Six more appendages protruded to form it's legs. Long and sharp talons extended from each of the appendage's digits. A long tail, ending in a fearsome looking spike, flowed from the creature's midsection. It was the creature's skin, however, that disturbed Scorponok the most. Covered in a dark, viscous substance was a mostly armored organic exo-skeleton. Intermingled within and throughout the armor was circuitry and wires that pulsed with the erie after-glow of energon. The mechanical bits shone under the dark skin and slime, giving the creature a look that resembled something from the Darkside. Pouncing like a cat-bot on all twelve appendages, the alien began it's chase of the scorpion.
The hunt was on.