Australia - UluruVortex jumped a little at the sight of Brawl aiming his main tank cannon at him. He wasn't afraid the Combaticon Assaulter was going to open fire on his own teammates, just the sudden action of fixating his aim at him shocked him into a more attentive state of mind.
"...You're the smart guy Vortex, explain this to me! If Optimus Prime can't survive an artillery hit from this many bots, why should this Prime of the ancient past be any different?!"
The Combaticon interrogator brought his hand to the chin of his mouthplate and rubbed the metallic covering with his thumb and first two actuators as thought about a reasonable response to the assaulter's inquiry.
"Ya know... At first I was thinking that this was going to be a completely suicidal mission, Brawl... But I think you might be on to something..." Vortex turned and stared down the bore of Brawl's main cannon, essentially looking him in the "eyes". "You said it yourself, he's a Prime! If
we have the capabilities to offline Optimus
Prime, then that means that we shouldn't have any trouble stomping
this Prime into the ground!" The Combaticon interrogator let out a satisfied chuckle as he crossed his arms over his chest plating.
"Though I wish I could explain what's taking so fraggin' long. The 'Bots are all here, Don't know what we're waiting on now." Vortex then looked down at the ground and picked up a relatively large stone out of the Australian earth and bounced it in the palm of his hand.
"Hey Barrel-breath, wanna see if you can hit these things if I chuck 'em up in the air while we wait?"
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Blitzwing stood by Astrotrain with his faceplated dropped in a look of intense awe and dumbfoundedness as Octane relayed his retort back to Onslaught. Blitzwing was a brave mech, one who would nosedive towards an enemy in his jet mode at top speed and switch to tank mode before making impact with his target, but he wasn't brave enough to mouth off to a mech like Onslaught the way Octane had just done. He brought a hand up behind his processor and scratched at the metallic plating as he tried to find the words to describe what he had just witnessed.
"I uh..." The commando tried ushering in response to Octane's demands given to Onslaught. "...Yeah...Yeah good job Buddy, sounds like a plan!"
The tan and purple Decepticon turned and glanced amongst the crowd, nervous about being tied in with Octane and his demands.
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"Thizzz place izzz much better than that zzztupid ocean." Waspinator commented as he fell into the crowd of Decepticons. He was glad to have pulled out of Ramjet's operation in the gulf, the damp heat there made his wings itch and the saltiness of the water scrambled with this internal functions. Now he was in a dry and barren wasteland with no idea what was about to happen.
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Needlenose stood by with heavy set lids folded over his optics as he peered out amongst the ever growing crowd of Cybertronians. He was growing bored of just standing around and waiting for their new Supreme Commander to issue the order to attack. How long does it take to collaborate with the Autobots about making a plan which is essentially just "point and shoot"?
The Aerial warrior walked over to a small group of Decepticons and attempted to join in on their conversation as they sat around and shared some energon.
"...I wouldn't mind digging a hole or ferrying scrap compared to this..."
"Yeah at this point I wouldn't mind getting behind that idea either." Needlenose stated as he interjected himself into the conversation between Misfire and Krunix. "At the rate we're moving, we could teach the Battlechargers advanced biomechanical functions before we even
think of moving out to battle. Oh pardon my manners, I don't believe we've even met before. The name's Needlenose," the Decepticon flier stated as he extended a hand out to his fellow Decepticons, "If you're ever looking into what's *in* around the Thanatos, I'm you mech of choice to find."