Repair BayHow long he had been observing this? Had he truly became so insignificant that his presence was not taken in consideration? Or did these fools believe that he had been foolish enough to shut down his higher functions for the duration of the recharge cycle? He had followed silently as Ramjet made of fool of himself before Skywarp, feeling somewhat ashamed of his wingmate's behavior as some many times before. He had witnessed Nightraven's early awakening from her repair cycle and Patchwork's frustration. And he could only wonder how many times he had heard this particular story told by Contemptor. And yet, the center of his attention had been a minicon - not so different from Frenzy and Rumble. At least physically. Curious. How casually this one spoke of treason in a room he shared with more than one seeker.
Then why
Skywarp had not reacted to Psychout's treasonous banter? Was the teleporter that preoccupaid by his concern over Nightraven? The longing look that Contemptor gave to Hellion before leaving with Vindicator was also all to obvious to him. Love. A foolish weakness in a war. An emotion that Dirge had would not allow any room for as long as it took to defeat the Autobots. Finally ending his motionless wait, the mournful seeker detached the recharge cord from himself and turned his chilling gaze upon
Psychout along with one of his fully charged laser cannons.
"Your manner of treachery towards Starscream has been noted. That information does not belong to you minicon." Dirge spoke, his voice carrying similar fear inducing vibrations as the rumbling of his engines. "Leave now or perish."
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Bounce Chamber"The game has changed Motormaster. We are the Decepticons' future. You and your team. Me and mine. Others. We need to talk, but not here. Find me at the base. We'll talk more."
For a moment Motormaster contemplated stopping
Onslaught on his tracks as the Combaticon leader moved on to the bounce platform. However he decided against it. The odds were against him with the presence of
Brawl,
Swindle and
Vortex. Together they packed enough experience and firepower to stop even him. And what would he have achieved by doing that anyhow? Nothing that he could think of on the spot.
Allowing the rest of the Combaticons to follow their leader and bounce out by stepping out of their way, Motormaster glared after them for a moment. Or rather, long enough for the Combaticons to disappear and the rest of the Stunticons to appear on the the bounce platform. And what a sorry condition they were in. Sometimes it just felt like these bots just did not have what it took to be a proper Decepticon. Then again, one had to make due with what one got. It appeared that
Dead End has escaped with only minor injuries, not too surprising. The morose little slagger tried to avoid being hit even more than that full of himself Autobot Sunstreaker.
Breakdown had managed to lose his hands and
Wildrider just looked to be in pretty bad shape in overall.
Drag Strip managed to dodge Motormaster's baleful glare only by appearing behind the other Stunticons.
"I am not impressed."
Before Motormaster had a chance to tear into his minions however,
Vindicator and
Contemptor appeared by the bounce chamber entrance. Blocking their way, Motormaster stepped in front of the equally massive Vindicator with his optics practically burning of barely contained rage. Vindicator was tough. Too bad that Motormaster was tougher. And he wanted answers.
"Looks like when the wolf is gone for a fraggin' moment, the pups grow bolder."
"Where the slag you think you are going?!" He growled. This was
his ship. Starscream and Shockwave be damned. It was time to make some sense to this chaos that seemed to be the word of the hour.