Brawl was a simple mechanoid. A good brawl or a large explosion was all that he needed to keep his spirits up. None of that was in his sights as he recounted the ordnance stored in the Obliteration's armory for the fourth time since they had been shared the ill news from planet Earth of the Sol system. Mighty Megatron had fallen. The mere thought was preposterous. Brawl had been there from the beginning. He had seen Megatron's rise from a reject into the grand champion of the arenas. He had witnessed Megatron turning the underground gladiatorial circuit into a rebellion against the corruption plagued status quo of Cybertron. And now that stuck up one eyed walking computer was telling him that the most stable character in Brawl's life was gone? Slag Shockwave to hell. If it wasn't for Onslaught's presence back then, Brawl would have crammed a sonic detonator through Shockwave's lone optic. Or died trying.
Instead, here he was, standing in the armory, indexing the various weapon systems stored there for the Combaticons to use in their missions across the galaxy. And even if his biggest idol had been taken away from him, Megatron's legacy was still there. The only other stable element in Brawl's life was still there. War.
And as the Obliteration took its exit from the hyperspace, the warmongering Combaticon could feel the anticipation growing within his spark. For from this moment onward, it was only a matter of time he would be unleashed. And whether the victims were Cybertronians or the flesh creatures inhabiting this solar system, Brawl would enjoy extinguishing their feeble lives.