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Thunderwing entered the room, spotting his lab equipment still secured and apparently untouched. He walked up towards the main computer console and powered it back up, running a quick security scan on the system to make sure it had been untouched. At the same time he rifled through some of the other equipment. He attempted to maintain a casual air to his actions. With Soundwave and his minions about he had to assume he was being watched at any time. After moment a smile crossed his face as he located what he was looking for.

Carefully the Decepticon lifted his quad barreled laser cannon. Initially he had assumed he wouldn’t need this particular weapon, something he had designed some time ago. He had assumed that the fighting would not be intensive enough to warrant this particular weapon. Of course he hadn’t known he would be engaged against fellow Decepticons like Shockwave. While this particular weapon wouldn’t add massively to his firepower it did add some flexibility to what he could do. It also had the benefit of focusing his enemy’s attention on the weapon over him. Even if this weapon was disabled he had more then enough on his body to compensate for the loss.

There was another, conceited reason why he wanted the weapon. A Decepticon leader needed a signature weapon. It was simply the way things were as established by Megatron. Shockwave had his gun hand, Starscream had his null ray, even Scorponok had his giant claws. If you were going to be a Decepticon leader you needed a weapon as a symbol of your power. This weapon would do that for him. Every Decepticon would learn to fear staring down the four barrels of this gun.

Thunderwing stowed the weapon away carefully before going back to his computer console. The scan was complete and he was mildly surprised to find that everything had remained untouched. Either his security had scared everyone away or everyone had been too busy to try breaking in. Either way he was pleased to see that his secrets here were untouched.

Unfortunately some of that time not breaking into his equipment was likely spent on experimenting on Blackwind. That move only showed how unworthy a leader Shockwave truly was. That had been a critical mistake that had guaranteed that he would turn against him. He didn’t understand how other Decepticons thought or felt. He was a brilliant scientist but he could never earn the loyalty and respect of his troops. That required charisma, bravery and honor and while Shockwave might understand those concepts, he would never possess them.

The Decepticon locked the computer down once again and shut it down. Whatever next move he made against Shockwave would have to be carefully plotted and timed. It was unfortunate that he was out of contact with Razorclaw. He might have to make a brash move and hope that the others would be able to take advantage of it. He quietly left the room, and began slowly making his way to the bridge, taking his time to organize his thoughts.

*

Brig

Darkwing and Dreadwind awkwardly stepped off to the side as they all spilled into the brig. They weren’t exactly going to mingle with the Predacons and Stunticons and while the two seekers might be fellow fliers the fact that their leader was in a cell didn’t exactly make them good socializing candidates. Of course it was unlikely they would have had anything to say to them anyway, at least nothing they would want to hear. They stood quietly, both of them waiting for some sort of epic jail break attempt to start with them dying in a hail of gun fire.

*

Clutch walked into the room, arriving shortly behind Contemptor. Apparently he had gotten lost on his way over allowing the other Decepticon to get ahead of him. Maybe this new energon was messing with his systems somehow. If it was he didn’t particularly care, the rush of power from it more then made up for that. If only there was a battlefield that he could be unleashed on now, he felt like he could tear through all of the Autobots by himself.

He stood next to Shockwave and watched as Starscream was brought in. The warrior overheard Contemptor’s ramblings and barely held back the urge to back hand him. His talk was borderline insubordination to Shockwave, suggesting that he didn’t know what he was doing. That wasn’t the way you treated high command. They were in charge for a reason, and it was because they knew better then you and were more powerful then you. They didn’t need anything more then that to lead.

The warrior sized up the various other Decepticons in the room. He almost snickered as the two seekers pleaded for Starscream’s life. Clutch never had much use for fliers, especially seekers. They always acted so smug and superior just because they were so good at flying, like their exhaust didn’t stink. He had to admit to enjoying seeing them brought down to this level.

He spotted Motormaster and a couple of his men. He might have felt a kinship with the Stunticons, them being among the smaller subset of ground-pounders in the Cons, if they weren’t all crazy. Motormaster was the biggest, toughest and strongest of them, and probably the sanest. Unfortunately he made up for all of that by being one of the cruelest, twisted and brutal leaders in the Con ranks. Clutch might respect him, but he didn’t particularly like him.

Razorclaw and his Predacons, now there were some true warriors. They were probably above his class, more skill and instinct then his brute strength methods. He could respect that even if he couldn’t duplicate it. He just wasn’t built for that type of dexterous fighting. He didn’t have those hunter instincts either. Clutch was much more of a brawler, but he had learned a lot in his day. The ones in a fight you really had to look out for weren’t always the biggest ones. A lot of the time it was the smaller ones who ended up being more vicious, especially if they hung around the big guys. While the Predacons were big, they didn’t have the sheer mass that he or Motormaster had. He still wouldn’t want to fight any of them.

That’s how he would think on a normal day at least, but with the ultra energon in his system though he felt like he could take down any one of them. He almost hoped that he would get an excuse to fight them, but his discipline kept him in check.

Brig

Shockwave stood stoically, silently, listening to every word that was spoken by both Nightraven and Skywarp, the Seeker Leader's apparent intermediaries now that he himself had become indisposed due to his recent, inadequate decision-making.

"Declarative--we are in agreement regarding the value of the Seeker corps. It is a resource that I will not see wasted; however, I am not inclined to think your ranks so wild and insubordinate that they can be overseen by no other individual."

The Seeker ranks were disparate, yes, but they were not like the near-rabid Stunticons, who could only hope to be marginally contained and put to productive use by one such as Motormaster. Yet, they did require a command figure. One of their own. It was at that point, Shockwave's internal calculations began to increase significantly, as his processors ran through the entire roster of Seekers, both those stationed here in this sector and elsewhere across the universe. Those assigned to other fleets were immediately eliminated. He then began assigning subjective numerical values to those who had served with the Decepticon empire both the longest and the most effectively, in his opinion, since the original formation of Megatron's revolutionary movement.

Thundercracker and Skywarp were among those few who remained. Both had been Starscream's direct wingmates for a significant span of time. Both possessed qualities and seniority that should translate into suitable command capabilities for the aerial ranks. It was of the two, then, that Shockwave would make his next step to reorganize the empire.

"Your request will be partially granted. It is not my place--unless Starscream's future actions warrant otherwise--to initiate summary execution. Therefore, he will be spared until such time as the Decepticon Justice Division has had time to review his actions and render their own judgement. In the meantime, the Seeker squadrons will need a new Seeker Commander to oversee operations until Starscream's authority is restored or other consequences are imposed."

Shockwave's optic turned to settle its gaze upon Skywarp, listening as he spoke, just as he had with Nightraven. The cycloptic strategist preferred to take in all available information before rendering decisions. The Seeker's words were well-intended but--for the most part--ultimately lost on Shockwave. The strategist knew better. Every Decepticon, on some level, could be a threat to any other Decepticon at any time. That was how the empire worked: survival of the fittest.

"Declarative: your statements indicate wisdom. Your actions from this point forward will bear them out. I have measures in place that will ensure any action taken against me will be...unwise. Megatron's loss is something that still reverberates throughout the empire. I intend to minimize that and ensure the survival of our species. Those not currently loyal to me will see that--given time. In the meantime, you are to take Starscream's place as the interim Seeker Commander until informed otherwise. Organize the squadrons and submit activity reports to the Thanatos' database for review within the orn. Inform Starscream that his hearing will commence as soon as the division has an allowance on their docket."

Given how infrequently matters were submitted to Decepticon High Justice at all--as most matters tended to sort themselves out in-station--the wait could be an extensive one, allowing Shockwave additional time to move the pieces in to the places that he wanted them.

Satisfied that Starscream was one piece that was securely in place and that he or his subordinates were not in a position to make any rash decisions while here on board this vessel, he knew that it was time to return to the bridge for a dialogue with Thunderwing. Turning briefly to the other Decepticons that had specifically accompanied him, Shockwave made for the brig exit and the corridors that would wind their way to the bridge.

"Imperative: you are to follow me. Our business with the Earthbound operatives is not yet finalized," Shockwave said, even as he opened up a transmission directly with Soundwave.

>>"Establish contact with the Decepticon Justice Division and submit a hearing request regarding Starscream and his recent actions. I am en route to the bridge."<<

Corridors

Capsize nodded to Ramshot, slowly making his way down the corridors of the ship towards the bridge. His thoughts extended outward as he passed every viewport, watching the stars drift lazily by. It was good to be back on a ship again, but there were still too many holes in his memory banks.

Opening the doors of the bridge, Capsize stepped inside, taking a quick look at the instruments and consoles scattered about. He found himself amazed at the sophistication of the machinery around him. It had been too long since he was around true Cybertronian technology besides himself, and longer still since he was in the presence of his brethren, the Decepticons.

"Capsize, reporting for ready duty." Capsize brought a fist up to his chest in salute. It was good to be serving the cause of Lord Megatron again.

Brig

This was it. Pretty much everyone who needed to be nearby was here. Rampage wasn't really worried about anyone else. So long as his fellow Predacons were within range, he knew their pack could take down whatever threat was thrown at them when it came down to it.

All that needed to happen was for someone to say the wrong thing. For one of Starscream's little flymechs to get trigger-happy. For Shockwave to stick his big ol' singular eye socket in the wrong mech's direction. Then it would be on!

But...it wasn't on.

Instead, Rampage found himself and the other Predacons being ordered to recharge and regroup for most of an orn. Razorclaw and his infernal patience. To Rampage, it had been the perfect time to knock the walking calculator in to one of the same cells that he had just thrown Starscream in to. Obviously Razorclaw had thought otherwise.

Rampage had followed his commander out of the brig as ordered but changed direction, as it was obvious that Razorclaw was not headed to the ship's barracks. Rampage, for now, was. He had been ordered to recharge after all. Or to at least give the appearance that that's what he was doing. At least they were back on the Thanatos and not that grimey, Primus-forsaken wreck the Stunticons rode around in.

"Can't believe nothing happened," Rampage overheard Tantrum say, stalking just a few paces behind him. Rampage looked back at his fellow Predacon. To the casual observer, and who knows who that could have been so long as Soundwave was on the bridge, it would've sounded just as if the rage-fueled Predacon was referring to Starscream. Rampage knew better, though.

"Yeah, me too."
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Dead End had watched silently as the various Decepticons interacted up on the observation deck, occasionally casting a furtive glance back towards the cell where Starscream had been placed. With every astrosecond that passed, the Stunticon was waiting for Shockwave to simply level his weapon at him and fire. Just because. Why not? If anything erupted, he would of course be the first one to take enemy fire. Or friendly fire. Or any fire.

But it didn't happen. And one by one, various Decepticons were leaving the brig just as quickly as they had arrived. And no one was lying in a smoking heap on the floor. What? That...wasn't how it was supposed to go, was it? Or was it?

Dead End was so confused.

He looked over at Motormaster, but he did not dare say anything right now. A simple question would probably elicit a brief but significant beating from the brutish thug.

The Brig

Skywarp listened carefully as the cycloptic mech spoke. While the teleporter was relieved to hear that Starscream’s spark would be spared, at least for the time being, he was certainly not happy with the prospect of the Decepticon Justice Division being called in to render its own judgement. Surely, Shockwave was more than capable of deciding Starscream’s fate, or perhaps he simply didn’t want to or even be bothered with it. Regardless, what the teleporter heard next left him absolutely dumbfounded.

The Military Operations Commander was appointing Skywarp the new acting Seeker Commander until further notice. Apparently, the walking calculator had seen some kind of wisdom in the prankster’s words and deemed him a fitting replacement for Starscream. It was a notion that would have sent a wave of laughter throughout the rest of the Seeker Corps had they been present in the room. It had been bad enough when ‘Warp was placed in charge of the Iranian Mission where he only had to worry about a small group of insubordinate fliers. Now, he was expected to lead the entirety of the Seeker Corps! It was almost enough pressure to make him purge his tanks.

Before Skywarp could protest his promotion or even offer up another candidate like Thundercracker as a better replacement, Shockwave had taken his leave of the brig, ushering the other Decepticons to follow him. The teleporter was left standing on the observation platform with Nightraven still by his side. Turning towards the femme, he couldn’t help but shrug his shoulders in continued disbelief, his faceplate revealing the uncertainty of what he should do next. “What the slag just happened, Nighty?”

Repair Bay

Razorclaw had taken his leave of the data center once he was completely caught up on the activities that had transpired on board the Thanatos while he and the Predacons had been away on their mission to subjugate Starscream. It was a lot to take in and consider when making his next move against Shockwave. At the present time, he still had the element of surprise on his side, but the Predacon lord had to tread carefully. With Soundwave and his little minions always watching and listening, it would be difficult to make any kind of drastic moves that would arouse suspicion. Patience was the best course of action, whether the others understood that or not.

Now that Razorclaw had the knowledge he required, the Predacon Commander entered the repair bay where he would finally receive the proper restoration he had needed since his battle with Starscream. While his internal systems had done an adequate job with the lesser wounds, the deeper scars required some additional outside assistance. It would give him more time to think and plan for the coming cycles. There was much to figure out, such as how to eliminate Soundwave from the equation, if even for only a short while. But that was only the beginning. Once the Communications Specialist was taken out, his cassetticons would need to be dealt with, as well, and quickly. Then there was the problem of getting inside the secured lab where the ultra energon was stored and finally powering himself and his Predacons up with the experimental ore. There were risks involved in that alone, such as unknown side effects or worse, overload and eventual shutdown.

With all of these things to ponder, Razorclaw laid himself down onto an automated repair berth and off-lined his optics while the mechanical appendages went to work on restoring him to full operating status. Once that was over with, he would return to the barracks where his Predacons would be waiting for him. By then the lion-former would hopefully have a plan of attack or at least a semblance of one. Otherwise, his team could become restless, which was not as much a concern to him as Motormaster’s belligerence and sheer lack of patience. If the Stunticon Commander became dissatisfied with the way things were going, Razorclaw risked losing a major supporter in his bid for total control of the Decepticons, and that was something that could not be allowed to happen.

((OOC: Sorry for the absolute horrid quality of this post, but I had to get something up))

The Brig

A wave of relief washed over Nightraven when Shockwave announced that their request that Starscream be spared would be granted. Unfortunately that allowance would be partial. That bit of news was slightly pacifying, but it was what the Commander had mentioned next that nearly had the femme gasp in disbelief. The Decepticon Justice Division.

Nightraven’s jaw dropped slightly as she took in just what Shockwave was implying. The radical group would be posing as a third party…if that could even be possible…and passing judgment on just what would be done with the Air Commander.

The femme took a quick glance in Skywarp’s direction but then refocused on the imposing mech before them. As if processing what was just revealed to them wasn’t enough, Shockwave threw them another curve ball. Skywarp, the interim Air Commander…what in the name of the Sacred Spires was going on?

As with Skywarp, Nightraven could do nothing more than watch as the Commander and his entourage turned and left the brig altogether. She remained standing next to the teleporter in utter silence, her optics still focused on the closed door that the other Decepticons had just left through. The femme Seeker could hear Skywarp’s query, but Nightraven kept quiet. Finally she offered him a response.

“You’re the interim Air Commander…”

Nightraven then turned to face the confused mech.

“…you’re in charge, Skywarp. At least for a little while.”

She gave him a small smile before placing her hand on his forearm. With a gentle squeeze she continued.

“You can so this. You just need to keep a level head and…and I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

Nightraven let her hand slide from his forearm and let it come to rest in his hand. The smile that had made it to her face grew a little wider while she slipped her free hand into his.

“I promise things will work out. Now, we better let Starscream know what’s going on.”

The Brig

Nightraven’s words only confirmed for Skywarp what the Military Operations Commander had already stated, but he could still hardly believe it nor did he want the job that had now been dumped at his feet. Regardless of the femme’s assurances that he was fully capable of being the interim Seeker Commander, the teleporter only desired to be the aerial warrior that fought alongside Thundercracker and the others in the skies above while they rained down terror on the hapless Autobots below. Now, the weight on his shoulders had returned, only it was ten times heavier than it had been in that Earthen desert. ‘Warp could only imagine what Hellion’s reaction to this turn of events might be and the confrontation that would likely ensue.

Skywarp had barely felt Nightraven’s hand on his forearm or even when her hand moved down into his own. The mention of telling Starscream what had happened brought the prankster back into reality, one which he was not looking forward to facing. Hellion’s response to his promotion would be nothing compared to what Screamer would say when he found out momentarily. Still, it was unavoidable no matter how much ‘Warp tried to procrastinate. Besides, Shockwave had ordered him to bring Starscream up to speed on the situation, as well. Therefore, it was better to just get it done and over with now than draw it out any further.

“Yeah, you’re right, Nighty,” Skywarp reluctantly agreed as his nerve receptors felt like they were on fire. “Let’s go.” The prankster then released her hand and turned to walk down the stairs that lead to the lower level of the brig. He could’ve just teleported, of course, but ‘Warp was in no real rush to break this bit of news to Starscream. Instead, he cherished these last few moments of calm before the inevitable storm would erupt. It was difficult to assume just how Screamer would react to being replaced by Skywarp. It could be anything from utter silence to pure rage to even uncontrollable laughter. No matter how it went down, the teleporter would be left feeling more inadequate for the job than he already was.

Taking a deep intake of air into his systems, Skywarp stepped onto the lower level and made his way over to the former Seeker’s Commander’s cell where he then stood at attention and gave his leader a respectful salute. It was one that he technically didn’t have to give anymore but did so anyway out of habit. “Commander Starscream, sir, Shockwave wants me to update you on what is going on. He plans to contact the Decepticon Justice Division and you will have a hearing once there is an opening on their docket. Um...” the teleporter paused for a brief moment, swallowing hard, before he continued. “....there’s also one more thing you should know, sir. Shockwave has decided to make me the interim Seeker Commander until further notice. I don’t want the job, of course, but it seems I don’t have much of a choice.”

Skywarp shrugged his shoulder plates as he finished speaking and stood quietly in front of the energon bars that separated him and Starscream. At least the former Seeker leader couldn’t take out his frustrations on the teleporter in a physical manner as the bars and wrist restraints would prevent that from happening. Still, even while shackled, Starscream was an intimidating mech that could never be underestimated.

Brig

The amount of force Motormaster was using to clench his own fist with his other hand would have easily crushed the hand of any lesser Transformer. To the Stunticon leader this was merely an attempt to suppress the rage boiling inside him. His own prediction had been proved to be accurate. Shockwave showed no interest towards the Stunticons. In fact, everyone else was at least taken notice of before Shockwave and his entourage left the brig. It did not sit well with the hulking black and grey Decepticon. And yet, there was nothing he could do about it right now. That being said, someone was going to become target of his frustrations sooner or later.

As Motormaster contemplated on his next action, the thought of setting Starscream free right here and now crossed his mind few times. Shockwave and his toughest supporters had left them to stand idle in the brig. And while the situation certainly wouldn't have been ideal due to there being still some of Shockwave's troops present - letting himself loose would have felt quite refreshing despite of the consequences. Ultimately though, the consequences of attacking other Decepticons right here and now were enough to restrain Motormaster's hand. He really didn't want screw everything up when the payout of having bit more patience was going to be so much sweeter.

Instead, Motormaster placed his arm on Darkwing's shoulders and leaned some of his massive weight on the smaller 'con while forcing him tightly against his side and flashing Breakdown who was standing opposite to him his patented cruel smirk. "So Clutch and flyboys, what do you do for fun around here, eh?"

Brig

If it’s one thing Breakdown knew for certain it was to stay out of Motormaster’s way when the hulking Stunticon Commander was ready to rage, and it looked as though now would be that time. Taking note of just how tightly the truck-former was clenching his hands the scout knew that today would not be a good day.

Since Dead End had decided to keep his distance Breakdown decided to simply keep silent and let things progress by themselves while ensuring he was not within the semi's fist's reach. Hopefully something would happen that would draw Motormaster’s attention away from his two subordinates...and soon.

Relief flooded the whole of Breakdown’s being when he noted the black and silver semi take more of an interest in Darkwing than him or Dead End…although when Motormaster flashed him that trademark cruel smirk the white and blue ‘Con nearly shivered. To his surprise he was able to keep cool and instead of running for cover Breakdown simply sent a wicked smirk in his Commander’s direction.
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To Nightraven’s disappointment Skywarp had barely acknowledged her attempt at reassuring him that he was capable of performing the task of interim Air Commander. Instead the prankster looked as though he was lost and might purge his tanks.

He reluctantly agreed that speaking with Starscream was the best course of action and released her hand. Nightraven watched him for a moment before attempting to reach out but he had already turned and began to make his way down the stairs to the lower level where he could speak with the former Seeker Commander. Nightraven followed suit.

The black femme stayed close behind Skywarp as he approached the cell Starscream was held in. She had to admit the prospect of just how the red and silver Seeker would react to the news was daunting. She only hoped Skywarp could weather whatever Starscream would throw at him.

Within the cell the former Commander of the Decepticon Aerial Corps stood with his back to the bars. Head bowed as though he were in the final stages of acceptance…acceptance of his own defeat.

Starscream registered both the heavier footfalls of his wingmate and the lighter ones belonging to the femme who had accompanied them. Upon hearing the voice of the teleporting warrior Starscream’s head lifted slightly.

So, Shockwave would not pass judgment on him, instead he would bring in a third party to do his dirty work…typical. And the announcement of just who that third party would be caused nothing more than groan to escape the bound Seeker. The Decepticon Justice Division he could handle, however it was Skywarp’s next message that cause more of a reaction. Starscream’s head quickly rose and whipped around so that he could glare at the new Commander.

Finally his features softened and his angry stare broke…it was swiftly followed up by a rousing guffaw. To think Skywarp could possibly take his place, it was positively absurd. Starscream’s laughter only grew in volume as he nearly doubled over only to be stopped by the fact that his movement was being restricted by the binders around his wrists. After several minutes he straightened back up and finally calmed enough to get out a coherent sentence.

“Do you know just how utterly ridiculous that sounds? There is no one…NO ONE…”

The Commander grit his teeth so tightly they nearly screeched in protest as he charged the cell’s bars. He stopped just short of making contact and glared daggers at Skywarp before finishing his thought.

“…that will take my place! EVER!”

Starscream grew quiet for a moment but then leaned forward slightly and lowered his vocalizer so that none could hear save the teleporter and Nightraven.

“Hear me, Skywarp, and hear me well…you will perform your duties as my replacement but any and all orders will come from no one but me. You both will provide me with any and all information that you come across concerning MY Seekers.”

He grew quiet to let what he had just ordered sink into Skywarp’s thick cranium. If he was going to overthrow, not only Shockwave and Razorclaw he would need to keep HIS troops loyal to only him.

“You are nothing more than my messenger...a figurehead. You keep that in mind, Skywarp. And you…”

Starscream motioned to the femme who had taken up a place behind the teleporter.

“Yes, sir?”

A sneer formed on Starscream’s face as he regarded Nightraven.

“Since Thundercracker is not present to keep this…him out of trouble you will have to do. Be sure that he performs his expected function and that I’m kept apprised of all that is occurring. Is that understood?”

“Of course, Commander.”

With a curt nod aimed at the femme the red and silver Seeker turned his gaze on his successor hoping Skywarp was also on the same page.

“Is all of that clear?”

The Brig

To Skywarp’s relief, Starscream seemed to take the news of the Decepticon Justice Division’s involvement in passing judgement on him rather well. It was the secondary bit of news that brought out a loud, boisterous laughter from the former Seeker Commander. The teleporter grimaced slightly when Starscream then suddenly charged at the bars, declaring that no one could ever replace him, especially not an idiot flier such as the love-struck prankster.

“Of course not, I never meant to say that I could....” Skywarp tried to respond but was quickly cut off when the red and silver mech leaned forward and began instructing both ‘Warp and Nightraven to perform their duties as given by Shockwave. The ruse needed to be maintained, after all, regardless of how absurd it all was. Furthermore, all orders, or at least the ones that actually mattered, were to come from the rightful Seeker Commander and not some silly impostor or even the one eyed mech that had claimed the throne. Starscream made absolutely certain that Skywarp knew he was only a figurehead in this game they were playing while the femme behind him was to make sure he didn’t screw everything up. Without hesitation, Nightraven indicated that she fully understood her task before Screamer turned his attention back to the prankster, asking the same question.

“Crystal clear, Commander Starscream,” Skywarp replied quietly with a slight bow of his cranium. “My loyalty has been and will always be to you, sir. That will never change.” The teleporter then turned to face Nightraven, who had thankfully been assigned to assist him in this difficult endeavor. The notion that her guiding hand would always be there had brought some comfort to the already overwhelmed teleporter. ‘Warp knew that she would’ve helped him anyway out of the goodness of her spark, but now it was official, ensuring that she would not be ordered away on another task while the prankster was still technically in charge.

“Well, Nighty, Shockwave wanted me to organize the squadrons and submit reports into the ship’s database within the orn. So, I guess we should get started on that,” Skywarp suggested, hoping that the seeker femme knew how to do all of that, because he was clueless on where to begin.