The Decepticons Visit The Tank Engines Of Sodor

This one will do, Starscream!

Thomas The Tank Engine had not felt “Really Useful” as of late.  He had spent the entire night looking for UFOs instead of delivering the mail for Percy, who was out of commission.  He had not even known what “energy management” was until a few days ago, but apparently Mr. Toppem Hat thought that it was very important to not waste time on the rails, noting that “our coal supplies will not last forever, Thomas!”  Thomas sadly puffed along to his next stop.

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“This is a waste of time, oh wise Megatron,” Starscream called while flying over the ocean along with the other Decepticon commanders.  “The only energy source on the island is a non-renewable resource: coal.  Coal can’t even be reliably or efficiently converted into energon.”  Starscream couldn’t understand why his leader would drag them all out here.  Perhaps he planned to kill him and dump his chassis out where no one would ever find him?

“You’re an idiot, Starscream.”  Starscream was easily excitable (he was already on a roll), and Megatron knew how to press his buttons.  He would play his favorite fiddle a while longer, before cutting his losses.   “The island nation of Sodor has something much more valuable than energy reserves.  There are sentient machines here.”  Starscream was too shortsighted to see the potential in these Really Useful assets.  He was dangerous in that respect.

It was relatively easy to find the ruler of Sodor.  The humans of this nation were all extremely helpful, even without any displays of overt force.  Megatron allowed Starscream to shine in this regard, as he was highly skilled at trickery.  “So you see, Prime Minister Hat, in exchange for Decepticon power technology that will run your trains indefinitely without the use of coal, we only require the locomotive engines that are no longer Really Useful to you.”

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“Rail Richter!  Destroy these structures to make room for my new weapons platform!”  Unlike other gestalts under Megatron’s command, the minds that made up this one were simple to the point of being childlike, easily molded, and worked very well together.  Although the individual limbs had no robot modes of their own, it was an adequate trade-off to gain such a willful engine of destruction.  The windmills fell easily to his will.

Thomas missed being on the rails of Sodor, but now he was being Really Useful once again.  The Constructicons were already on hand to build the “Auto-Buster” as soon as this portion of the island was leveled.  Who knew that being a left arm could be so satisfying?  Although he was very happy to be working so closely with his friends, it always made Thomas a little sad to hear the screams of the people when Rail Richter crushed them underfoot.

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