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Med Bay

"Annnnnnnd I think that should do it!" Scrapper exclaimed as he set his steaming welding tool down on the table beside Hook's body and wiped away the condensation from his brow. He looked over the decapitated processor and let out a sigh of relief that his work was complete and closed the various amounts of access paneling that ran alongside the surgical engineer's processor.

Now Scrapper had to reattach the head back upon its body. He hoisted the black processor into the air and held it in the palm of one of his hands, the main wiring connecting the two pieces of hook drooping and dangling towards the floor. Scrapper twisted the head around in his actuators, examining his handy work.

"Alas poor Hook..." the Constructicon leader muttered aloud before letting out a muse-filled laugh shortly after. He then laid the head back down above where Hook's shoulders rested and began to work on restoring the surgical engineer to his proper state of functionality.

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"Wakey wakey!" Scrapper greeted Hook as he switched back on his primary systems and closed the last access panel on his chassis. "How are we feeling? Anything different in the processor department?" Scrapper asked with wide optics as he pressed his index finger against the temple of his own processor and gave a few gentle taps.

Med-Bay

"Wakey wakey!"

Hook was groggy. His HUD was recalibrating. His body felt like someone had reached inside and rearranged his organs.

It wasn't as much fun when it happened to him. Hook turned his attention to a clearly excited Scrapper, standing beside his recharging slab. Hook only nodded and slowly stood up.

He didn't feel too different, just... disheveled. His internal diagnostic confirmed his systems were operating normally, but he didn't trust his own mechanisms. Something was off; something out of place.

Hook quietly suppressed his doubts and put on a confident face. "Well done, Scrapper. I think we're ready."

Med Bay

"Well done, Scrapper. I think we're ready."

"All in good time my friend!" Scrapper exclaimed as he reached out to assist the surgical engineer off the slab. "Come now, our fellow Constructicons are waiting for us." Scrapper instructed as he pivoted on his heel strut and exited the med bay with Hook presumably following close behind him.

Engine Room

"Constructicons! Status Repor-" Scrapper announced, making his presence back in the engine room well known before freezing in his tracks at the sight of his fellow green and purple engineers huddled around what looked to be like Scavenger sprawled out on the deck. Concerned, the Constructicon leader approached the 4 other mechs and stared down at the fainted excavator.

"What's wrong with him?? What happened??"

MasterSoundBlaster wrote:

"What's wrong with him?? What happened??"

"He couldn't take the heat!" Long Haul explained. He laughed out loud at his own comment.

In his spark, there was some concern for his fellow constructicon. Long Haul may have a hard exterior, along with the hard as steel attitude to go along with it; he was still a bit of a softy on the inside. Even if it was only a concern for the overall condition of Devastator.

At the end of any cycle, Long Haul knows that the only time he generally gets to see any combat is when he's combined with his comrades. If one is lost, that ability could be lost to form Devastator, and for Long Haul, that isn't an option.

Main Engineering

Bonecrusher snatched a container of fuel from a passing subclass engineer. When the smaller mechanism protested, the demolitions expert simply drove his freed left fist straight into its face plate. The smaller engineer staggered back a few paces before the safety rail managed to impede its progression, though that failed to last very long. As he pulled the protective cover off the energon cylinder, the ships engineer... probably some worthless programmer or armor plate replacement specialist, though more likely someone strictly assigned to waste extraction plants, tumbled over the side of the safety rail and plummeted down towards the inactive engine core.

"He's just worked up cause ole Squinty was here inspecting engine block for whatever goo that mystery bolt cutter left behind after its attack." He took a swig of the bitter tasting beverage. His face contorted as the sour after taste bounced back through the oral sensors, resulting in a rather crude belch of ultra violet fumes and a pungent odor of burnt fuel and lubricant intermixes.

"Shoulda seen Scavenger, all panicked at the sight of the purple mono-optic. Wouldn't be surprised that you lift him up and there be a puddle of loosed lubricants." He laughed at the crude joke before taking another bitter swig.

Bonecrusher spat a black slog of spent grease and spent energon over the side, specifically targeted to land on the remains of the previous engineer. "Movin' on. We ready yet to put that blasted new piece of tech to use. I rather be down on the planet knocking Bot head than fixing up Razorclaw's mess."

He downed the rest of the energon and tossed the container over the edge. He dusted his hands briefly to remove whatever dust that may have accumulated during his shift. His optics turned downward as the mouth guard reemerged across his face. "Hey Scavenger, quit being a loathsome Seeker. You're making Starscream look like uncowardly." He delivered a swift kick to the fellow Constructicon's midsection side.

Bridge

Roadblock silently watched the information that was coming from the battle on Earth. He frowned at what he was listening to although his feelings on the subject was practically invisible to others due to him continuously wearing a frown. He turned around and began to walk out the door back into the hallways.

Engine Room

"Yeah yeah, what he said," Mixmaster said, thumbing in Bonecrusher's direction as their unit leader suddenly made his appearance and obviously wanted an explanation for what had happened to Scavenger. "Shockwave came and was lookin' for you guys, er, wait, no, I don't think he was. But he came here and he helped fixed one of the generators and did some...I dunno, stuff, and then he left. Didn't say much, but Scavvy here couldn't take it."

Mixmaster let out a sigh as he knelt down next to the fallen Constructicon.

"Hey! Easy now. Gonna damage summin'!" Mixmaster said, giving Bonecrusher an evil stare before the expression on his face instantly changed and he nudged Scavenger a couple times. "Wake up, ya lump."

Engineering

Through the blackness, muffled voices buzzed in Scavenger's audios. Then a dulled sensation of...something...som...pain? Oh. Yes. Definitely pain. Throbbing pain. Scavenger felt himself rise up out of the warm comforting folds of unconsciousness back into the world. His optics onlined and he found himself staring up into the concerned faceplates of his comrades. Well. All except for Bonecrusher. But ya know. 'Crusher was like that.

Scavenger sat up looking at the others with a perplexed expression, rubbing his kicked side subconsciously. "Uh...hey, guys...Did I...do something wrong? Why ya lookin' at me like that? Why'm I on th' floor?"

The Constructicon excavator gathered his feet beneath him and slowly rose up, offering the others an uncertain smile, hoping that would make up for whatever bad thing that he had done. Scavenger thought back to the last thing he remembered...well..they got called in here to work and it was business as usual...and...and....OH! "Shockwave! Where...?! Is he?!" Scavenger glanced around for the purple scientist only to not see him anywhere.

"Uh...he's gone? Phew," Scavenger sighed, "That guy scares the bajeezus outta me!" The excavator chuckled to himself. "Oh, Scrapper! So, it, uh, it's done?" Scavenger asked of their commander curiously. "You know. The thing..." Scavenger tried to say it as discretly as possible, which ended up pretty much being the most exaggerated display of 'covert' speech complete with narrowed optics, glancing shiftily in another direction and a hand up to shield the noise from echoing anywhere.

Storage Bays

With the proper codes entered and security protocols bypassed, the doors to the Thanatos' storage bays slid swiftly out of the way, allowing the cycloptic strategist entry before locking behind him once more. He had not been within this room since he and the Predacons had departed Cybertron and its contents had been secured within these walls: contents that Shockwave intended to access. One of Megatron's visions for the strategy regarding this world was that after the phased infiltration process was complete, the world would be mechaformed into a reborn Cybertron. The visionary might now be absent, but that did not mean that the vision had lost its original merit. Moreover, certain aspects of its implementation would need to be already in place by the time one of Megatron's Phase Six Decepticons--now, presumably, Sixshot--was called in to initiate and complete the penultimate phase.

As Shockwave stepped forward, another datburst from the surface came through; forcing him to pause and analyze it: regardless of any progress he might make with the mechaforming technology, the engagement with the Cybertronian anomaly was still weighted substantially in Shockwave's processors. All would be for naught if they failed to defeat the seemingly mythical threat.

Whatever else may or may not be true about the entity, it was apparent that it possessed powers and abilities well beyond that of the standard functioning Cybertronian. Even well beyond the capabilities of certain notable outliers among the Cybertronian species. Regardless of its true origin, the data was impressive. It would intrigue Shockwave that much more if this subject could somehow be captured and studied. The probability of that occurring existed approximately within the 0.049355 percentile range, but it was worth noting and creating a sublog for that very reason alone. Time and experience had shown the strategist that the universe could occasionally thrust the unlikeliest of occurrences into reality.

Patching himself directly into the Thanatos' command systems and engaging all necessary security overrides, Shockwave began activating a number of servitor drones that would not have been deployed during the engagement in the hangar and proceeded to open the containment locker where the mechaforming technology had been stored.

"Shockwave! Where...?! Is he?!"

"Well it appears he isn't here anymore." Scrapper replied to the recently unconscious excavator. He crossed his arms over his chest plating and returned his focus to Scavenger. "Though you seemed to take a little spill, what gives with that? Is the upgrade affecting your condition? Hook, mind giving him a quick evaluation to be sure he's alright?"

"Mixmaster, mind giving me a sit-rep as to why ol' One-eye was peeking in here? Bonecrusher, what's the status of our repairs here? Is everything back to working order?"

"Oh, Scrapper! So, it, uh, it's done?...You know. The thing..."

Speaking of the upgrade...

"As a matter of fact, it is Scavenger!" the Contructicon leader exclaimed excitedly as he turned to face the entire green and purple colored team. "If everything is all set here, I say we make our way to the bounce chamber and beam ourselves down. Or perhaps... Maybe we could take a shuttle down..." Scrapper pondered as he placed his thumb and index actuator around the bottom of his mouthplate, just about where his chin would be. "I thought I recall seeing a cargo ship docked in the hangar bay... I think someone brought it aboard just recently... Was it Triggerhappy? No... Started with a M... Whatever it doesn't matter! How do you guys feel about approaching this mythical Prime everyone won't shut up about?"

Engine Room

The Constructicon Chemical Engineer was just as pleased as anyone to see Scavenger regaining himself. It was not typical for any of their unit to be incapacitated like that, however temporarily. Like Scrapper wisely suggested, he would need to run some diagnostics.

"Mixmaster, mind giving me a sit-rep as to why ol' One-eye was peeking in here?"

"Uhhhh, sure sure sure thing chief. Let's see. He came in and did a lot of scanning, mainly in that area where we think the Fallen made his original point of entry. Had to be something about that. But, uh, but then he worked on getting one of the generators functional again, talked to Scav here and then....left. Yeah, left. Just like that," Mixmaster said, chuckling and rubbing his cranial unit idly as he tried to think of anything else that the cycloptic mech might have done while he was here.

"That's it I think," he added, satisfied that he had covered everything he could think of.

When Scrapper began to speak of Devastator, Mixmaster's optics took on a wild glare. Even wilder than normal. He was done? They were done?! Woo! It's been so slagging long. Now he was complete.

Now they would rule.

"Yeah yeah! Let's go. Power to the Constructicons!"

He didn't care how they got down there. Just that they did. The sooner the better.

Engine Room

"Is the upgrade affecting your condition? Hook, mind giving him a quick evaluation to be sure he's alright?"

Scrapper was right to entrust this task to Hook. Scavenger was a capable Constructicon, but far from a technical genius. And undoubtedly Scrapper or one of the others had made some errors in the triple changing process that Hook would have to correct.

"Scavenger, if you'd be so kind, my colleague," Hook requested. "Let me look inside your head."

Engine Room

"Though you seemed to take a little spill, what gives with that? Is the upgrade affecting your condition?"

“Uh…I don’t think so…” Scavenger muttered slowly, hardly getting his opinion out before Scrapper asked Hook to check him out. The excavator nervously glanced at Hook, worried that this examination would delay Devastator or was somehow otherwise going to make him hold everyone up or be a problem. Scavenger knitted his hands together and twiddled his thumbs as he looked from Scrapper to Hook contritely.

Of course, that was until Scrapper answered him on the whole Devastator front, Scavenger’s optics widened with excitement. Well! Yeah! Excitement! He wasn’t sure if this was gonna work out or just blow up in their faces, but he trusted Scrapper and Hook so that was enough for him! Devastator was done! Whooooo! They were gonna…do things! For sure! Smash stuff!

“Les’ get goin’, Scrapper!” Scavenger cheered enthusiastically. The puppycon had forgotten that Hook was going to check his head until his buddy called out to him. "Scavenger, if you'd be so kind, my colleague," Hook requested. "Let me look inside your head."

“Uh, yeah, sure thing, Hook. Look away!” Scavenger said agreeably with his characteristic uncertain smile plastered onto his faceplate.

Engine Room


"Uh, yeah, sure thing Hook! Look away!"

Hook nodded as he stepped towards Scavenger and busied himself, inducing a low level stasis in his Constructicon colleague's systems, and examined the connective wiring from the brain module down to the T-cog.

There were no obviously defective routes; just a slightly less efficient neural pathway than Hook's own designs. A cursory evaluation of the alternate mode programmed showed no clear design flaws, but Hook made a slight modification in the fuel line, so Scavenger wouldn't leak in his arm configuration; no need to unnecessarily lubricate his new fingers, especially if he ended up holding any weaponry.

The modifications completed quickly, Hook reattached the components of Scavenger's head and restored the Constructicon from stasis.

"Scrapper," Hook said into his commlink, "I've completed the examination. Scavenger is ready to go."

Secured transmission from Razorclaw to Scrapper:

>>”Scrapper, this is Supreme Commander Razorclaw down on the surface. I want an immediate status update on the generators. Have you and your team restored them to full operational power? If not, I want an estimate for how long it will take to complete the repairs.”<<

Corridors

As Scrapper lead his teammates out ot the engine room and towards the hangar bay, a private transmission came through his internal comm systems. It was their new Supreme Commander, the beastly Predacon leader, Razorclaw.

>>"Scrapper, this is Supreme Commander Razorclaw down on the surface. I want an immediate status update on the generators. Have you and your team restored them to full operational power? If not, I want an estimate for how long it will take to complete the repairs."<<

Scrapper continued his trek down the corridors as he reopened the communication line with Razorclaw, wasting no time getting to his destination in hopes of appeasing their newly appointed leader with his status update.

The Constructicon Leader cleared his vocalizer

>>"Comman- Err, I mean... LORD Razorclaw; We were able to finish the repairs quickly and efficiently. The Thanatos is back up to full operating strength! As you have instructed, my Constructicons and I are making our way to the hangar bay to secure the usage of a space freighter that's dock there to make our way down to the surface and assist you and the others in the battle. I figure we can use the cargo ship as a means of cover or as a mobile medical bay during the fight. Regardless, we shall be appearing shortly and hope to provide...Devastating countermeasures... Scrapper out."<<

Hangar Bay

Scrapper entered the Hangar Bay and was greeted by the sight of the massive cargo ship Misfire had docked in there amongst the heat of the battle for the throne.

"C'mon, our new found leader doesn't wish to be kept waiting for much longer." Scrapper commented to his team as he approached the freighter. He stood in the frame of the docking ramp and awaited for the entirety of his team to board before he would climb to the pilot's cabin.

Corridors

Even after Scrapper had issued the orders for them to move out, Mixmaster could hardly believe that they had really gotten this far. All the effort they had spent to keep their prize secret under wraps and, by Primus, they'd done it! A couple little slips that were too close for comfort, but they'd done it! And now, soon--so very soon--Devastator would lead them to their rightful place to steer the ship of Decepticon advancement in Megatron's absence.

Mixmaster spared a quick glance back in Scavenger's direction simply to ensure that he was indeed functioning normally as Hook had suggested before quickly following after their team leader.

Once inside the hangar, Mixmaster quickly and eagerly made his way to the freighter and ascended the rampway. He steered clear of the bridge and took a seat in the back cargo area. He was never so presumptuous as to sit in either pilot or copilot's chair, even though he knew he could. Probably. Even if he hadn't done it in a while.

"So close, so close, so close..."

Corridors

Roadblock silently walked down the corridors of the ship as he continued to receive reports of what was happening on the ground. His cold optics betrayed no emotion or thought as he moved. Eventually he reached the Bounce Chamber. He quickly set the coordinates and bounced down to the planet.

Storage Bays

A communication came to Shockwave from Shadowing.

"Commander, the entity known as the Fallen is utilizing new abilities. It has turned the vehicons against us and has created pillars of fire. Transmitting data now."

Visual, audio, and sensor data began to quickly transmit to Shockwave cataloging what Shadowing was watching.

Hangar

Hook looked at the miserable mess of a freighter the interceptor Misfire had brought in, and remained stationary for several seconds, appalled. The ship was several maintenance cycles behind, and looked like it'd fall apart at any moment.

He passed by Scrapper without a word and rushed to the bridge to get a full system diagnostic. He'd ridden in less than glamorous ships before, but Hook wasn't thrilled the Constructicons' grand debut of their new weapon would be in such an ugly vessel...

He sat at the co-pilot's terminal and leaned back, waiting for his comrades to file in so they could get it over with...

Hangar

Scavenger followed along with the others compliantly and quickly, not wanting to make more trouble for the group than he already had. They were going down to Earth now. To fight the guy what dinged up their ship. In...another kinda...dinged up ship. Scavenger looked at the freighter. It had clearly been in use for a while.

With a shrug, Scavenger climbed the ramp and skirted the bridge – that was totally never a place for him; he just liked to dig – and took a seat in the back cargo area with Mixmaster. He heard his comrade muttering quietly and excitedly to himself. Scavenger wondered what it might be that was so interesting to Mixmaster until he remembered. Oh yeah. Devastator.

Scavenger grinned and looked over to Mixmaster, patting his friend on the back heartily. “Hey Mixy! Are you ready for this?! I wonder what it's gonna be like to uh...ya know. Be all...one...guy. Kinda weird idea when you really think 'bout it,” Scavenger chuckled.

Storage Bay

As Shockwave continued fine tuning the instrumentation of the mechforming technology that Megatron had clearly intended to deploy on this world and integrate it with the current technology already in use, the Decepticon strategist was keenly keeping his attention divided and available for anything of interest that might come from the battle on the surface. It was not long before another such report came.

>>"Commander, the entity known as the Fallen is utilizing new abilities. It has turned the vehicons against us and has created pillars of fire. Transmitting data now."<<

Though the previous databurst had contained energy fluctuations that fell within the same parameters as those that he had already collected from the damaged engine room of the Thanatos, this latest burst contained readings that were of a significantly different variety.

Intriguing.

This was what he had been waiting for. There was a decided probability now that their combined efforts had provoked the Fallen to a sufficient enough degree that he was beginning to display the full range of his capabilities. His value as a subject of research and observation would increase significantly if that were the case. Only direct investigation would confirm Shockwave's suspicions one way or the other. The fact that their entire force had not been obliterated upon arrival suggested that, despite his immense power, the Fallen did not quite possess such far-reaching abilities. Thus the logical next step now would be for Shockwave to gather further information firsthand.

Resecuring the mechaforming technology within its cargo hold, Shockwave rose to his feet once more and exited the bay. His next destination: the bounce chamber.

Hanger: Boarding the Misshapen

"What a wreck." Bonecrusher emerged from the shadows of the turbolift, a powerful Concussion-Bomb Launcher that had been recently loaded with modified crystalline model shells to augment the power of its primary ordinance, was carefully slung across his back. Two laser pistols dangled at his hips as he walked into the flicker of an overhead illumination strip. "I've seen better trawlers in an Autobot graveyard."

He spat at the edge of the loading ramp as he shoved his way passed Scavenger. His optical visor slowly drifted over the ship, or what was being passed off as a ship... more like a brick with engine pontoons strapped to its side, from stem to stern. "No weapons to speak of. Probably a good thing. Misfire would probably blow his own ship out from under him if he had them."

"Lets get this over with before the rust on that thing renders it immobile permanently." He cinched up the strap on his primary weapon and drove his fist into the shoulder of Scavenger. Not enough to do damage but enough to snap the simpering construction worker out of whatever held him in fear. "You fall behind, I leave ya. Gots it?"

With out waiting for a response, Bonecrusher walked up the rickety gangplank and disappeared into the cargo hold.

((OOC-With Em's kind permission, I will be assuming the reins of Screamer.))

Armory

Having allowed Sixshot to depart and do what he did best, Starscream was now doing much the same. There was suddenly a rich supply of refined Ore-13 on board this ship, or ultra energon as it was quickly becoming known, and the Air Commander would be slagged if that resource was not going to be exploited to its utmost potential, particularly after all the effort he had expended in stripping this planet of as much as he could find in the first place. Going to the laboratory itself, however, would be inadvisable right now, especially with Shockwave still on board. He could completely justify accessing more of the stuff, given his position, but he didn't want to make any overt moves right now--particularly when the question of their survival was still a pressing one.

"I see you, you cycloptic bore," Starscream said quietly, as the glow of the screen in front of him illuminated his otherwise dark metal face. On the screen Shockwave had exited the storage bays and was now heading in a direction that would seemingly take him to the bounce chamber. Was he actually intending to go to ground? That would be interesting.

Another flurry of activity caught the Seeker's attention, this time from the hangar bay. Release codes were being engaged. Who else was still here? Starscream attempted to bring up the observational technology that would allow him to answer that question, but nothing came up. The answer of course was obvious--the hangar was mostly still a wreck after the battle for command. Starscream swore and stepped away from the wall terminal and quickly exited the armory.

With every step his pace quickened until he had hit a steady jog, rounding one hallway corner and then another until the last time when he almost ran right into the bulky purple mech that he had been watching only moments before as he started to turn the corner of an adjoining hallway. Shockwave's singular gaze looked up from the floor of the ship and evaluated his latest encounter silently.

"Heading down to the surface to throw your own wealth of expertise into defeating the Fallen, hm?" Starscream asked, his optics narrowing slightly. The question would tell him more of what Shockwave intended to do, regardless of what his answer was.

"Declarative: That is a logical conclusion."

Starscream's optics narrowed slightly more, flickering dangerously, but this time a small grin accompanied the shift in expression.

"It is indeed. Very logical. And I suspect you'll be turning your attention to other matters now that your attempts to sacrifice me to Megatron's little band of sadists didn't bear your intended fruit?"

Now it was Shockwave's optic that flickered.

"Imperative: make no mistake, Starscream, I find your treachery to be demonstrable and worthy of any punishment you might receive. You are, however, a secondary concern at best now."

"Well, we'll just have to see to it that I remain that way, won't we?" Starscream said, as he started to walk past the other Decepticon but paused after his second step, turning back halfway. "You wouldn't, per chance, happen to know who's utilizing the hangar at the moment, would you?"

"Declarative: There is a 99.0000392% probability that it is the Constructicon unit responding to Razorclaw's earlier orders."

"Ahhhhh....of course. So....they've got the engine room functional again?"

"Correct."

Starscream nodded absently, taking that information in, before resettling his gaze on Shockwave.

"Strange that you didn't feel the need to proceed down and engage the Fallen along with the others."

"Declarative: I find the situation equally strange regarding you," Shockwave said in that boring, emotionless tone of his. Starscream's jaw joints tightened a little bit more.

"This new Megatron-less reality we find ourselves in is just full of strange occurrences, isn't it?" Starscream said, not intending to reveal anything more to the strategist than need be. Hopefully he would be satisfied with some degree of vaguery. He turned to leave the cyclops to his wandering.

"Imperative: stop," came the voice from behind him. Starscream looked over his shoulder to find that Shockwave's arm cannon was now pointed directly at him. "You will follow our new Supreme Commander's orders." Starscream released a small hiss of frustration, thinking about his options and then choosing his next words carefully. Now was no time to engage the walking calculator in battle.

"Well, perhaps we should go together then? Maybe we'll be what turns the tide of this battle against this existential threat."

"There exists that possibility. Go."

And so Starscream went--his new destination? The bounce chamber. And with every step he took, he considered every option he had available to him.

Hangar Bay

Scrapper watched as the last of his green and purple team members boarded Misfire's freighter, the Misshappen. After Bonecrusher was completely inside and off the gangplank, he closed the boarding hatch and made his way to the control pod of the ship.

"I would ready your weapons now if I were you guys," Scrapper brought up just before disappearing into the cockpit, "Just in case this little plan of ours backfires. Don't wanna make a fool of ourselves in front of the new 'Supreme Commander'."

Scrapper still didn't like the sound of that... Supreme Commander Razorclaw... He was a beast, fueled mostly by primal instinct, he wouldn't be able to uphold such a title like Megatron was able to. And Shockwave for the small window of time he was able to hold command. Oh well, it is what is now. Just gonna have to just grin and bear it from here on out.

Stepping into the cockpit, Scrapper found Hook manning the co-pilot's terminal. A befitting position, one that suits his secondary function as the team's second in command. The constructicon leader let out a small chuckle at the sight as he sat himself in the main pilot's seat and activated the primary engine ignition.

"Think this ship of Misfire's is gonna hold together?" The heavy loader joked as he pivoted the craft around to face the hangar bay doors. "Hook, humor me and run a scan to determine the structural integrity of this craft."

Scrapper flicked the controls to open up the Hangar bay door in front of him after inputting the access code to do so and slowly drove the floating husk of metal outside the walls of the Thanatos.

((OOC: The next Constructicon can go ahead and move to the Australia thread and post away, just label your location as in the atmosphere or airspace above Ayer's rock. Kay thanks bye.))

Knockout's Lab

With Skywarp now off being all 'noble' and 'brave', fighting the battle against the Fallen. Knockout returned to his work. But wait that's right, Nightraven decided to linger in his lab like a foul stench that burned his nasal sensors.

"So..." Knockout said finally breaking the silence-rather, the awkward silence- in the room. "What is there for us to discuss? Or was that just playful banter you were using to look as tough as your 'significant other'?" He asked as he held up both hands and pulled an air quote motion with both of his index and middle actuators.

"Unless you have something better to say, I've got important work to attend to."

Thanatos Medical Bay

The world started to come into the light as his optics started to come back online the last thing he remembered was standing in the corridors near the entrance to the Medical bay. Now he was in the medical bay with a pair of medical drones putting the finishing touches on a replacement leg. What had caused his misfortune well he had a fairly good idea what had severed his leg

"Oh your gonna cop a beating for this runt!" the surly bodyguard growled as he gingerly rose from the medical bench. He stumbled slightly as the new gyros in his leg aligned themselves to his main systems but he was soon striding towards the bounce chamber.

Crueljaw's optics blazed upon entering the bounce chamber as he brought up the last co ordinates that had been entered into the main bounce chamber computer. Area began to cackle and spark as generators within the floor started to hum and the stink of ozone started to fill his nasal sensors as a coolant mist collated around his feet while the power builds to a crescendo, his armoured frame vanished in a bright light and a clap of thunder.