OoC: Sorry for the delay. I had a great family reunion where I spent some great times with the family. It was really fun [failing at] golfing with my cousin... Except for the fact that I came home with Chigger bites and the fact that I did a shoulder workout two days before, making my arms dead weight. Med Bay
Ramjet honestly felt the urge to punch his partner, Astrotrain
, but at the same time he felt oddly calm, and that same cool calmness was reflected on his metallic face in a twisted smirk. A chill came over him at that moment. It appeared he was becoming more and more like Starscream and he didn't even know it. At that thought, Ramjet wiped the look off his face and replaced it with a confident glare.
"Astrotrain, you don't need to worry about a thing; I've got this handled. And besides, don't we have to have Energon to survive the Fallen, eh? Plus, if he wanted us all dead at this very moment, then why hasn't he done it already? No doubt he could go up to the Obliteration
and promptly rip Shockwave and the better part of the Decepticon army a new one. So why the wait? Quite frankly, I've had the same thought on my mind. But a better question would be, why would we waste such a chance to stockpile as many weapons, men and Energon as we can until that day does arrive?" Ramjet stated as frankly as possible to make it clear to his subordinate that there would be no further questions in this matter.
Ramjet then addressed the comment about the Energon Cube dispenser.
"Well, 'pet'," Ramjet turned to Waspinator, who was idly standing by the door at the time with a laugh, "D'ya know where one is?"
Waspinator didn't like being called a pet, but it couldn't be helped. He did spend a lot of time around Ramjet, though, and that was probably the root of the rumor. A pang of a horrid thought came over his head. If he spent too much time around Ramjet, there might be other
rumors spread. The Insecticon made a mental note to ask for an assignment -- preferably one away from the rest of the Decepticons -- to do after everything was said and done with the Energon run.
Either way, the Insecticon looked off into space for a moment, recalling where he might have seen one last. Then a thought came to him. He never returned the one he took on the previous run to the oil facility in Iran. Feeling around his lower abdomen compartments, Waspinator dispensed one and made a "cowboy pistol spin" motion with the gun-like assembly and handed it to Astrotrain with a goofy grin.
Which really did not look like a grin with his horrid face.
"I'd say that's everything then. Shall we begin?" it was a rhetorical question, of course. Of course they were going to begin, and it was going to go smoother than any mission of Starscream's. This was going to be fun.