Wildrider's little chuckle as he left to do his bidding did not sit well with Motormaster. Actually, it had annoyed the Stunticon commander enough to draw out his atom-smasher rifle and turn on the cyclonic setting. Turning the power level of the rifle into low setting that would deliver enough punch to send Wildrider flying without hurting the little psychopath too much, Motormaster aimed the rifle towards the terrorist's back.
"Wildrider." Motormaster called and waited just long enough for Wildrider to turn and look at him and witnessing the malicious grin on his face before pulling the trigger. Before the terrorist could react he was sent flying across the corridor by a powerful wind funnel, accompanied by a sadistic laugh of the Stunticon commander echoing in the empty hangar.
Precisely half a breem later...
"Who would have thought. You slaggers actually made it in time." Motormaster chuckled as he arrived to the airlock entrance carrying an energon cube, witnessing the presence of Breakdown, Dead End, Drag Strip and Wildrider. The familiar evil smile that foretold only trouble for his underlings crept on his face as he continued, "That's almost commendable."
"Too bad you felt like confiscating some of our loot for your private use." The Stunticon commander added and punched in a command to the airlock control panel that closed the door between him and the rest of the Stunticons.
As the door between the water masses of the Kurile Trench and the hull of the Ultrax, the four Stunticons could still hear Motormaster's mocking voice through their audio receptors. "I reckon we are pretty deep boys. You'd better act fast with the sensors or the water pressure may end up reforming you into... well, who am I to say but I do imagine it will be messy."
To add insult to the injury, the four smaller Stunticons could witness Motormaster drinking from the energon cube while they were pulled into the dark depths of the ocean.