Among the many sensors Scourge and the Sweeps had been outfitted with, there was the one labeled “Music of the Spheres”. For the longest time, Scourge had no idea what it was for. The only thing that was practical about it, was that unlike most of the sensors they could turn it on and off.
When it was on, occasionally, they’d hear music out of nowhere. Sweep Two thought that the music corresponded with other mechanisms. But Scourge disagreed, because sometimes they heard different music for the same mechanism.
For example, Cyclonus usually got drums. Which made sense - Cyclonus like music with drums (Scourge tell because Cyclonus got marginally less grumpy when he could hear drums, and also there was that one giant row Cyclonus and Soundwave got into about drums being and not being real music). But lately, sometimes, they’d get this one violin tune that if Scourge didn’t know better he’d have labelled as romantic.
Or, on the Autobot side, there was Ultra Magnus. He too had drums, although less… enthusiastic than Cyclonus and with some mournful other instrument mournfully… musicing. He also had another tune, which played when he and Cyclonus fought. Which for mysterious reasons was romantic, but that surely couldn’t be.
Nope. Scourge was not going there. Just like he was not going to think about how Rodimus Prime had this absolute banger of a song about having the touch, and the power and might hands of steal, while Galvatron had what was basically an anti-fanfare: a sad little short tune that sounded like the musical equivalent of utter disappointment.
Most of this was really unhelpful, but whenever Scourge considered turning the sensor off, the music would tip him off about something. Usually, it was that they were being sneaked up on, but now… now it was something else.
The Sweeps had been approached by a Quintesson. The Quintesson claimed that they had a dire warning of a nefarious Autobot plot. Scourge agreed to listen, because it was always a good idea to be prepared.
Except. Except, the music was very insistently dramatic. The kind that played when something terrible was about to happen. At first, Scourge assumed it was to do with the nefarious Autobot plot, but as he listened, he just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was not adding up.
“The roots of treachery are deep and ancient,” the Quintesson said. “In ages past, we have constructed a war machine and endowed it with programming befitting a perfect warrior: he was honourable, loyal and pragmatic. But in this very programming proved to be fertile ground for betrayal.”
“If he was loyal, how could that make him prone to betrayal?” Sweep Four asked.
“Ah, herein lies the paradox!” the Quintesson said. “Though he was meant to be loyal only to his masters, Ultra Magnus grew loyal to others of his kind. His honour led him to believe some wars were unjust - our wars, to be precise.”
Scourge nodded along. It was all very cryptic so far, and he didn’t really see how this had anything to do with the Decepticons, but he was also quite used to nodding along to monologues that made very little sense. Galvatron liked to ramble on.
“Your commander, Cyclonus, shares Ultra Magnus’s programming, though as of yet it remains pure and uncorrupted,” the Quintesson continued.
“How did that happen? We were built by Unicron!” Sweep Two pointed out. The nefarious music came to an abrupt stop.
“We sold him the programming,” the Quintesson sighed. “Do keep up.” They coughed into one of their tentacles. The nefarious music resumed. “As I was saying - Cyclonus’s programming has not yet deviated from its parameters. But he and Ultra Magnus are… drawn to each other.”
Scourge nodded somewhat more vigorously. Significant pause drawn to each other sure described that. One time, Scourge made the mistake of mentioning Ultra Magnus’s skill as a warrior, and Cyclonus went on for solid three hours about the many virtuous of Ultra Magnus.
“It is only a matter of time before Ultra Magnus seduces Cyclonus,” the Quintesson concluded. “Unless someone remains vigilant and steers Cyclonus away from the path of corruption.” They paused dramatically and waited. Scourge considered gasping or something, but decided against it. Nine times out of ten, it was best not to volunteer for anything. So he just stared at the Quintesson blankly and waited.
The nefarious music continued too, and that was starting to worry Scourge.
“You have to make sure Cyclonus’s romantic attention is averted from Ultra Magnus,” the Quintesson said. The nefarious music turned even more nefarious and then stopped as the Quintesson teleported away.
Scourge looked at the Sweeps. The Sweeps looked at Scourge.
“So… just how does he think we can get Cyclonus to stop?” Scourge asked. The nefarious music picked up. “I mean, has any of you seen anything that can stop him if he makes up his mind?”
“Look, that’s nothing against your leadership, Scourge,” Sweep Two said, which meant he was about to undermine Scourge’s leadership. “But do we really have to discourage Cyclonus?”
The music swelled hopefully.
Scourge and the Sweeps looked at each other.
“Did you notice that?” Sweep Three said. “Do you think… we should encourage Cyclonus?”
The music did another hopeful swell.
“Well,” Scourge said. “We’re doomed. The universe wants Cyclonus in a relationship with Ultra Magnus. And we’re supposed to be his wingmen. Which does make sense, we have wings. But Galvatron is going to blow a gasket, if he finds out, and then probably try to destroy the universe.”
So I was thinking about this idea and then @thestitchesarchive mentioned Quintessons seeing Ultra Magnus as an evil seductress, and this happened.
Apparently, the solution to "I've no idea how to write this thing seriously" is not write it seriously