Swindle wasn't one to brood on things, but the news of Megatrons death and the general cloud hanging over the bridge was getting to him. What had begun as simple plotting for profiting out of this had become a bout of deep worry.
I mean, are we going to lose the war now? If so, will the Autobots accept surrender? Would I be able to hide, or forced into some pointless suicide mission by the remaining leaders? Or will we too busy killing each other for the 'Bots to get involved at all? This is too heavy, I shouldn't have to be the one trying to puzzle it out!
Swindle began to wonder why he'd joined up in the first, why he'd let himself become a mostly-loyal Decepticon. The answer was a lot fuzzier now, after so many cycles, and with things so uncertain. Not that he could go back now. He was stuck as a Decepticon, even if the faction was sinking fast.
To distract himself, he looked back at the console before him. "Commander Onslaught, the Thanatos has made a successful exit from Hyperspace, close to Earth's satellite. Will I put us alongside her, or choose another location?"