It hung eerily motionless in the void, its dangerous profile warning off all but the most foolhardy. The aforementioned slalomed in a sloppy orbit around the vessel, waiting almost eagerly for it to make some pretense of defending itself. The spacegoing behemoth remained dormant, even when its visitor skimmed the very surface with its thruster wash.
"Warworld," Starscream pronounced, savoring the taste of the word. "You're mine." He descended.
The bay Starscream chose to land in was quiet as the void itself, even his footfalls yielding nothing. Starscream walked in measured, firm steps like a proper conquering overlord, head held high and optics flashing dramatically as he surveyed every inch of his new domain.
His new domain was remarkably featureless, and Starscream stopped in the middle of a corridor to scowl. "Warworld!" he shrieked. "I am your new master! Acknowledge me!"
The echo of his voice faded and died, and the corridor returned to silence. "Acknowledge me!" its invader demanded. "Right now!" He stamped his foot in a rage.
The echo clanked down the hallway. The walls shuddered, and exploded in a horror of segmented tentacles.
Starscream shrieked as they engulfed him, rendered instantly helpless by their sheer numbers. "I said acknowledge me, not - who gave you permission to do that!?" he yelped as their tips forced themselves into every chink. "Don't even think about it!"
The Warworld, it seemed, was not listening. The tentacles flexed and lifted Starscream clear off the ground, holding him fast as he flailed and fired his thrusters. "Un- hand- me- now!" he gasped out between struggles, until a tentacle shoved a length of itself into his mouth, effectively muffling him.
Wild with panic, Starscream nearly didn't notice when his captors found a series of hatches lining his cockpit casing. Deftly they probed them, until Starscream, even half-mad as he was, had to pay attention. Is that what you want? he transmitted to the open air. You want to connect?
The tentacles curled and pressed up against him, as if agreeing. In desperation, Starscream sent the command to unlock the hatches, exposing a set of input ports to view. The tentacles dove for them, entered them, and locked in place.
All at once Starscream was flooded near to bursting with information and power, his very systems twisted by an intense heat. "Primus," he screamed convulsively, then "yes, oh yes!" as the Warworld's power thundered through him. Yes, he roared over radio, spreading his hands, yes! Give it to me, Warworld! Give me your power!
Still writhing in ecstasy, Starscream opened every port, disabled every security lock he could find in himself, accepting the Warworld's invasion in every system. His optics were filled with lightning and the Warworld's visual systems; his physical sensors were tied into its security net. His consciousness expanded, filling every part of the death machine with his delighted laughter. I have conquered the Warworld, and now I am the Warworld! Tremble, universe!
Still laughing, Starscream/Warworld raised their sensors to the skies, where their first victim was even now approaching - an Autobot shuttle with a single occupant, trapped against his breast a living flame.