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The Hexagon - Starship Launching Silo B1

Swindle trundles into the silo as the ship begins to open up, the automated systems beginning refuelling and minor repairs. He drives the several hundred meters to the exit port, where the crew is emerging. Transforming and looking up, Swindle sees that his hunch was right. The Combaticons were all there, the entire team in one place for the first time in Vorns.

"Oh, hey, guys!!" Swindle immediately began to put on his charming face, to smooth over any lingering problems that might remain after their last breakup. "Its been forever!! How are you all?" He does a crisp salute to Onslaught, the kind the Combaticon Commander could never really get the others to do properly. "I assume you'll all had great success in the War. You must have, for Commander Shockwave to have called you here."

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Brawl certainly was not happy to see Swindle. Although he could not remember why. However, he did recall being angry at the swindler at that was enough for him.

"Boss? When you are done with him can I rip off his arms and bash his head in with them?" Brawl asked, cocking his head towards Onslaught, cracking his knuckles.
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Underground Corridors

"Not much, trust have you on us oh wings of thunder." Weirdwolf stated as he and Skullcruncher walked up to Thunderwing and Blackwind. They had been waiting for the two for a while now with couple of hover sleds and plenty of supplies with them. "Inquire I might, why this be?"

Skullcruncher gave his partner an annoyed glare before addressing Thunderwing himself. "Sir, there are beasts. I have been there."

"And that's why commander Shockwave sent us with you." Skullcruncher grunted grimly. "Most of those beast react with fear to bigger beasts. Not all of them."

"Truth, the cruncher of skulls speaks of." Weirdwolf said, nodding. "Jaws and claws of the Quintessons spread wide. King of them cruncher of skulls is. Fear him they do. Others, ancient and forgotten, prey we shall be for. Glorious slaughter we shall witness."

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"Agreed," Onslaught said in response to Vortex.

Though Onslaught had patience and was content to wait, he had no desire to do so idly. Walking over to one of the terminals, he input his personal identification codes as well as that of his unit's, before entering a written message that would navigate its way through the proper communication channels.

>>The Obliteration and its crew have docked in Silo B-1. Requesting further orders.<<

Onslaught then took a step back from the terminal and saw as Swindle approached the others. This had the potential to go in several different directions.

"Swindle," Onslaught replied coldly, acknowledging the Combaticon's salute and his presence in the hangar, but little else. Brawl, however, obviously wanted to give the mech a different welcome. "Our past successes speak for themselves."

Onslaught then put up a hand, waving off Brawl's apparent antagonism.

"Unnecessary, soldier. Infighting was what brought this planet to its current state in the first place. No need for it to do the same to the Decepticon cause, at least when there is nothing to be gianed by it. However...our teammate may have some explaining to do. I believe that can be accomplished with words, however, and not fists. At present, at least."

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Blast-Off made his way off of the Obliteration and stood amongst his Combaticon comrades. It was a weird feeling being back on Cybertron after so many vorns. The space warrior had thought that his homeworld would never be able to sustain life again, Cybertronian or otherwise. However, things had changed, at least as far as the atmosphere was concerned. Unfortunately, the wasteland that made up the planet's landscape was still the same, if not worse, as when they had last seen it. The war had certainly taken it's toll, but it was the continual lack of upkeep over many vorns that had really caused Cybertron to deteriorate even further into decay. It was amazing that Shockwave's tower had any power at all or was even still standing. Hopefully, the inside was in better condition than the outside. Of course, comfort was not something a Combaticon required. Only a good supply of weapons and energon was needed.

A working training room would be nice, too, Blast-Off thought as he heard Vortex complain about waiting around for their new assignment to begin. The space warrior couldn't agree more and was about to add in his two cents when he noticed a familiar mech approaching them, one that had been a part of their team a long time ago. "Well, I'll be slagged. Swindle! I never thought I'd see your ugly face plate again," Blast-Off began, crossing his arms over his chest plate. Like the others, he wasn't exactly pleased to see his former teammate. Although, while he didn't want to disassemble Swindle, he didn't want to welcome him back with open arms, either. "Of course we've been successful and without your help I might add."

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How nostalgic... Swindle barely manages to keep a straight face as his former teammates reacted just as expected. Brawl threatening to kill him, Blast-Off being insulting and superior, and Onslaught struggling to keep everything calm and controlled. It was like he'd never gotten himself seperated from them.

"Now now, my fellows, lets not rush to judge or anything. I realise there have been difficulties in the past, but all teams go through such periods. The important thing is that we don't let such things impede our work here. After all, Commander Shockwave expects a high standard here, and has little respect for 'emotional outbursts'. We can forget past issues like Ceti Alpha Five, the Boolian Cluster, and that incident with the Hyperbolic Thermospanners, and do our best to keep the higher-ups happy, and the Combaticons record as sparkling as ever. Right?"

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Swindle was attempting to make amends, as well as he could Onslaught saw no particular reason to serve as an obstacle to that effort. Besides, there were more important issues at hand. Briefing had been delayed until the team was planetside. Now that that had been accomplished, Onslaught was more than a little curious.

"Speaking of 'higher-ups', you've been planetside somewhat longer than we have, Swindle. Do you have any insight as to what our next assignment will be?"

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Straight and to the point. Hasn't changed... Swindle salutes crisply to Onslaught. "Sir! Since our arrival, the main objective for myself and the Predacons has been the installation of the new local Sensor network, and restoration of the Hexagons defenses. We've seen off two Autobot attacks, one a major assault by the Dinobots, and the other a lone Aerialbot attempting to infiltrate the facility. While this was taking place, Commander Shockwave has been in consultation with the scientist Thunderwing, and other high-ranking Decepticons. On what topic I am not privy to, but recently the Predacons were reassigned, and a ship left the facility. Given the Predacons combat expertise and equipment, I'd think its either a seek-and-destroy mission, or they have been sent to find something."

He inclines his head to so deference. "Of course, this is only my own analysis of the situation, Sir. I wouldn't dare attempt to learn any classified information on what Commander Shockwave might be doing." After all, I don't have anyone I could sell that info to.

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Onslaught felt as if he was getting somewhere now. He at least had some kind of an idea as to what the priorities of this location currently where. He did not need to know the specifics of what Shockwave was dealing with until it became pertinent to his own mission objectives, if that orn were to ever come at all. If the Predacons were assisting him, he would have all of the in-field support any mech would ever typically require.

"Good. And what is the completion percentage on your sensor network and defense restoration objectives?" Onslaught asked.

The Combaticons, as a whole, were no slouches when it came to defense analysis. If Swindles objectives had been completed already, they could turn their attention to other matters. If not, they could assist until such time as their work here was done and a new mission awaited them. With the Combaticons, there would always be a new mission.

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Vortex continued to lean against the hull of the ship, arms folded in front of him as he carefully watching Swindle arrive and gave his report to Onslaught. The flier had never really liked the scheming little mech, he always had something up his servo and was always on the look out to further his own agenda, and line his own credit account. Vortex never understood why he was part of this team, since he seemed to hurt unit cohesion more then anything else, with the others you could trust them in a fight and to follow orders.

After Swindle finished talking Vortex pushed off from where had been leaning and walked over to join the others. Seemed like they would finally get a move on and get something done.

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Brawl wasn't too happy to be denied from succumbing to his favorite hobby - violence. Then again, he wasn't about to start a fight with Onslaught. He had learned to respect the Combaticon commander's fighting prowess and skill. Even though Brawl felt he was as tough and strong as his superior, he did understand that he lacked Onslaught's skill and tactical genius. The mention of the Dinobots got his processors spinning again. Yeah, sure - the Dinobots were as mean as tough as Autobots got but given big enough guns even they'd fall and Brawl didn't love anything more than big guns.

"So we're going for a Dino hunt right?! Right!? I have a stored up a foldspace warhead that I am itching to try out! "

Corridors

Thunderwing nodded at the newly arrived Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf. While they may not have been his first choices for this operation their battlefield effectiveness was unquestioning. “I do not doubt your strength fellow Decepticons and I am sure you are well aware of some of the dangers we face in the depths of Cybertron. It is the unknown dangers and risks that concern me. Once we get down there keep your sensors on maximum and inform me should you detect anything out of the ordinary. The planet itself might be shifting and moving as it heals so it is not just monsters that we must be on alert for.”

The Decepticon quickly took the lead of his little group, noticing Darkwing and Dreadwind falling in line with the others. He wasn’t particularly sure how much assistance the two fliers would be on this mission, given their functions and attitudes. Still, an extra set of hands and optics at the very least would be of some use. He would find some way to use them effectively.

Starship launching silo B-1

Thunderwing led the group to the launch silo, moving quickly to stand in front of Onslaught and his team. He knew of the Combaticons and their reputation. They were a professional combat group with their fair share of odd personalities. He suspected that they would not be terribly satisfied with their new assignment, but he knew their commander would keep them in line.

“Onslaught, Commander Shockwave has taken the Predacons to Kaon to access the old fortress there. I am taking these Decepticons with me to obtain a sample from the plasma energy chamber. You and your team will be placed in command of the Hexagon until either Shockwave or myself return.”

The Decepticon folded his hands behind his back. “As I am sure you are aware there is an Autobot presence on Cybertron. They likely followed Shockwave’s group here after I alerted them to the healing of the planet’s atmosphere. The surface is habitable, although barely so. Ion storms and other atmospheric events are still far from uncommon. We have conducted some work on base defenses, something Swindle can fill you in on further.”

“Of the Autobots we know for sure that Grimlock and his team are on planet. I believe we also had a sighting of an Aerialbot. I would assume that there are additional Autobots as well, at the very least some technicians or scientists. You will be outnumbered and outgunned so any sort of offensive is out of the question. However your team, augmented by the base defenses, should be adequate to hold off any sort of attack the Autobots can mount. Should you require assistance my team will likely be out of communication range. You would have better luck contacting Shockwave, although I doubt he would appreciate the interruption.”

Thunderwing brought his hands back to his sides. “Questions?”

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Onslaught had expected Brawl to be excited by the prospect of Dinobot involvement in the region. If the Autobots had a team that was good for little more than serving as a blunt instrument of destruction, the Dinobots were it. Onslaught respected that, since the majority of those who wore the Autobot insignia were meant to serve in far more passive capacities. If it was a battle that Brawl wanted, he would no doubt have his opportunity if the Dinobots saw fit to return and make good on their original attempt at claiming this facility. The fact that this installation had already repelled at least two separate incursion attempts--one quite brazen--meant that it had considerable value of some kind to both the Decepticon and Autobot forces.

"Hunting? Perhaps. We will see what intentions our superiors have for...."

Onslaught paused, however, as he noticed Thunderwing's approach. The Combaticon Commander stood more rigidly at attention and gave the warlord a crisp salute. He listened intently as Thunderwing provided him a more-indepth rundown of the current situation and the specifics of their orders. At the conclusion of Thunderwing's briefing, Onslaught nodded his understanding.

"No questions, sir," Onslaught said. "All will be done as you have said. What the Decepticons stand to gain from our being placed in such a disadvantaged position will be more than worth it when it succeeds."

Indeed, if Thunderwing were to get a useful sample from the Plasma Energy Chamber along with whatever Shockwave was attempting to do in Kaon, the Decepticons would gain much in terms of planetary stabilization--in their favor, of course.

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"The short-range sensor network is at 100%, I double and triple-checked it, and it saved my life. The Autocannon defenses, I'd say are at 80-90%, and that more due to age, exposure and lack of parts than lack of effort on our part. I can overhaul the remaining cannons if I had someone to cover me. Long range sensors, I don't have access to, but I'd say they need..."

The Munitions Specialist trials off as Thunderwing enters the hangar, and he turns on his heel and mimics his commanders crisp salute. He listens as the high-ranking scientist explains the situation. We're being left in charge? Great! I can handle Brawl far better than the likes of Tantrum, and Onslaught shouldn't be giving me anything too obnoxious to do. Upgrading the towers defenses and sensors will practically be a holiday. And I can get a good look around at last.

Swindle doesn't pay much mind to this talk of the Plasma Energy Chamber, or Shockwaves trip to Kaon. What the top brass got up to was irrevelant to the likes of Swindle, he just had to live through it, and figure out how to profit from it.

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Blast-Off stood silently amongst his comrades as first Swindle gave his debriefing on the current situation and then Thunderwing, himself, marched into the silo and augmented the munitions expert's earlier comments with more details. The space warrior was pleased to hear that the Dinobots were on Cybertron. At least the Combaticons would have worthy adversaries to fight if it came down to it. Grimlock and his group would certainly be more of a challenge than a lone Aerialbot or even the entire team of Autobot fliers.

Blast-Off wasn't worried about the Combaticons being the only ones left behind to watch the tower while the others were all away on important missions. Everyone had their assigned duties and this one was no different. His team had been in far worse situations before, and they made it through without losing their sparks. Onslaught was more than a capable leader and the rest of the Combaticons were well trained and able to repel any attack the Autobots could throw at them.

Of course, with any unit there was usually a weak link and in this situation that was Swindle. Blast-Off's main concern with the weapons expert was that he always had the tendency to avoid combat in order to retrieve some new weapon off a fallen Autobot. The arms dealer would rather make a profit than fight alongside his own teammates. This character trait was probably what ultimately led to Swindle leaving the Combaticons and going his own way. And because of that, the space warrior would never fully trust him again.

I'll have to keep my optics on Swindle to make sure he stays the course this time, Blast-Off thought, considering his options. Then it occurred to him how he could do just that, at least in the short term. "If I may speak freely, Commander Onslaught. If Swindle requires someone to cover his efforts in completing the repairs to the autocannons, then I would like to volunteer my services. I could easily cover his position from high up and take out any intruders with my x-ray laser while simultaneously alerting you of the incursion."

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Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf had followed Thunderwing and his aides into the Starship launching silo B-1. Weirdwolf in particular was rather interested in the 3 flyers sent into the tunnels with them. The femme had been uncharacteristically quiet in comparison to what he had seen from her in the past. And then there was the duo of miserable misfits in Darkwind and Dreadwind. While Thunderwing was busy addressing the Combaticons, Weirdwolf decided to keep company to the duo of doomsayers.

"Down we go, yes we will. But no fear have! If me you follow, lost won't you be." Weirdwolf said rather cheerfully, rather certain that his words were not going to help the duo anyhow. Still, they often reacted in rather funny ways to others and at least they could provide him some entertainment on their way down.

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"Oh Brawl, you know the moment you use that warhead you'll regret it." Vortex said looking over at his fellow Combaticon. "You always prefer to use the 'hands on approach' as it were. I'd think you would rather enjoy tearing the Dinobots apart with your bare hands rather then crushing them with a subspace singularity."

He then listened to Swindle give an update followed by Thunderwing. It seems that Cybertron had become rather busy in its early stages of resurrection.

"Onslaught, if you need someone to do a sweep of our parameter and double check the status of the sensor network I can take care of that." He glanced over at Swindle. "After all you can never be to careful about these things. We don't want the Dinobots or any of the other Autobots sneaking up on us."

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"Sure! I'd love to rip them apart with my bare hands Vortex!" Brawl bellowed, smashing his fist against his chest. "But lemme tell ya! Nothing beats a good explosion! Booom! Hahaha!"

"The bigger the boom the better! Close and personal has nuttin' on a good explosion!" He continued, unable to behave better despite the presence of someone like Thunderwing. But that was Brawl, being loud was part of him as much as his love for explosions. He just couldn't help it.

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Darkwing and Dreadwind had remained mostly quiet after having gathered their ammo and recharging. Neither of them were particularly wild about the mission they were about to embark on. They were both quite familiar with the stories about what lurked beneath the surface of Cybertron. With the condition the planet was in now then likely whatever lurked beneath its surface was tough enough to survive or had been altered and mutated into something even worse. Either way it would be more then a match for their group.

Weirdwolf’s words to them weren’t particularly reassuring. Dreadwind let out a sigh while Darkwing responded. “Well I’m sure if your fighting prowess matches your speaking ability then we will do even better then I thought,” his tone dripped with sarcasm. If he fought in the same backwards way he spoke then he was liable to shoot them before any beast got their claws on them. It was a thought that was both depressing and slightly reassuring. Maybe it would be better to go down to friendly fire then eating by whatever monsters lay beneath the surface.

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Thunderwing nodded back at Onslaught, “Very well, I leave the tower in your capable hands.” The Decepticon offered a brief salute to the Combaticon leader before turning and walking back the way they had come into the silo.

As he walked Thunderwing spoke to his assembled team. “I have located a sizable fissure in the planet’s surface on the city’s outskirts. It should be suitable for our descent down into the planet. From there we will have to rely on the maps and the few scans I have run to guide us to the plasma energy chamber. I suspect it will not be an easy trip so keep alert.”

He was a bit concerned about what did lie beneath the planet’s surface. While taking such a large and powerful group would likely protect them from some of the predators that lurked down there it might also draw the attention of larger and more powerful ones. It was a tricky balance but he would rather go in loaded to bear then underhanded. He just hoped he could find some use for their superiority in the air while underground. There might be some larger caverns they could use to maneuver in but they would likely be few and far between.

Hexagon: Main Entrance

The massive doors slid open and Thunderwing led the team outside. “We will fly together to the fissure. I will lead the way.” The Decepticon transformed into his sleek yet powerful spacecraft alternate mode and shot up into the sky, circling a bit to wait for the others.

Onslaught, just as any of his superiors would have known and expected of him, waited until Thunderwing had officially ended their conversation and moved onwards to his own personal affairs before the Combaticon commander would turn and begin addressing his own subordinates as well as the overarching issues that they would have to deal with now that they were officially in charge of Shockwave’s personal fortress until such time as another suitable command figure arrived to replace them.

Onslaught returned his attention to Swindle first, as it was his report on the current base situation that he had been most interested in hearing. The fact that they had fully-functioning short-range sensors was a positive sign. If their defenses were inadequately equipped, however, they wouldn’t do anything besides let the team know exactly when they were about to be attacked.

“Get the auto-cannons up to 100% and work on extending our perimeter security. I have no doubt that Shockwave has all manner of defense arrangements within the tower itself, but the Obliteration and the Thanatos are both vulnerable. We can’t afford to sacrifice either. I’d sooner abandon this base right now than either of those ships. Blast-Off will accompany you, for precisely the reasons he laid out. In the meantime, I’ll work on getting access to the long-range sensors that we’re all going to need. Once I have, continue your report on what needs to be done with them.”

The Combaticon stepped away from those two, having effectively given them their current assignment and approached Brawl and Vortex.

“I’m going to trust our teammate’s assessment of the sensor network, for now, Vortex. Once I get in to the nerve center, I’ll have a better idea of what we’re working with, both short and long range. I need you and Brawl to focus on defense. We’re in a highly exposed situation. Scavenge. Salvage. Do whatever’s necessary to not only assist with Swindle restoration of our present defenses, but also establish new ones. We don’t have a lot to work with….but it’s been a long time since we did.”

He then stepped away from Brawl and Vortex and turned to face the team as a whole.

“Once I’ve done everything in here that I can do, I’ll join you out there and reassess objectives accordingly. Dismissed.”

Onslaught turned sharply and began walking off in the direction of Shockwave’s nerve center. He just had to hope that there wouldn’t be some glitch in the system that would see him as a potential threat as well. That would put a glitch in their mission objectives real quick.

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Once Thunderwing and his monstrous team had left the silo, Onslaught turned to address the Combaticons. Blast-Off listened carefully to all that was said and was very happy to hear that his previous suggestion had been duly noted and accepted by his leader. "As you command, sir," the space warrior replied, offering Onslaught a respectful salute.

Once the Combaticon Commander had begun walking away towards the tower, Blast-Off turned and looked over at the arms specialist. "Alright, Swindle, you heard Onslaught. Let's get moving. I'll be located high up above your position. You won't always be able to see me from the ground, but rest assured..." Blast-Off leaned in close to his sneaky comrade, "...I'll be watching every move you make." The space warrior then straightened up and patted Swindle on the shoulder. "We wouldn't want any more intruders to sneak up on you, now would we?" Of course, Blast-Off really wanted to make sure that Swindle behaved himself and didn't run off again. Intruders, Autobot or otherwise, were the least of his concerns.

Blast-Off then transformed into his assault shuttle mode and rocketed out of the silo, entering the Cybertronian skies above where he waited for Swindle to move out.

Following Thunderwing

“Well I’m sure if your fighting prowess matches your speaking ability then we will do even better then I thought.”

"Faith you lack, better know should you. More likely devoured by cruncher of skulls than beasts of below you'll be." Weirdwolf replied to Darkwing, grinning viciously. He was not exactly pleased to hear his fighting prowess being questioned but this was no time to pick a fight with a fellow Decepticon. Weirdwolf knew his own limits and had a pretty good picture of Skullcruncher's skills, but he was not so certain of Darkwing and Dreadwind, not to forget the lithe femme. Both he and Skullcruncher were survivalists, he had no doubt that at least the two of them would return to the surface eventually. These flyers however would be out of their element under the surface, they would better adapt if they wanted to live. With that exchange ended the two Horrorcons put their hoversleds on move and followed Thunderwing out of the base and joined their leader in the sky.

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Blackwind was sure to remain in the background, as per her function as an observer. She was sure to take note of Weirdwolf’s and Skullcruncher’s actions. She did catch Weirdwolf glance in her direction more than once, but he was also eyeing Darkwing and Dreadwind as well. Perhaps he was one to watch. She turned her attention back to the Combaticons and Thunderwing’s briefing. Thankfully Onslaught had no questions regarding his team’s assignments.

Once his briefing was concluded Thunderwing began to make his way back to the silo. Blackwind was sure to keep in step with the much larger mech.

Hexagon: Main Entrance

Blackwind moved through the doors along with the others in the group. She watched as the scientist transformed into his spacecraft mode and flew off in the direction of the fissure. Skullcruncher and Weirdwolf quickly followed suit. The slim black femme watched for a moment before she too transformed and took off.

Skies Above Polyhex

Blackwind made her way up to the same altitude as the Decepticon scientist and began to cruise along his side. She opened a secure link in hopes of getting a few of her own questions answered.

>>”So, have you thought about how this mission should be handled? In other words; will we all be staying together or should we split to cover more ground?”<<

Following Thunderwing

Darkwing simply nodded back at Weirdwolf. “Oh believe me, I’m well aware of that fact. I’m just trying to figure out if it would be worse to get eaten by a fellow Decepticon or by whatever lies down there beneath the surface. What do you think Dreadwind?”

Dreadwind thought for a moment before speaking. “Getting eaten by a fellow Decepticon is worse. I would rather not actually know the face of whoever would eventually consume me.”

Darkwing nodded, “Makes sense to me.” The two fliers then transformed and rocketed after Thunderwing. He opened a communication frequency to Dreadwind. >>”I’m thinking we should keep an eye on Skullcruncher. You make a slagging good point when you want to pal.”<<

>>”Agreed.”<<

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Thunderwing briefly considered the question from Blackwind. It was something he had been pondering for a while now himself, but he had yet to reach a definitive conclusion, >>”We will stay together initially at least. I don’t want to make too many critical decisions until I have seen the situation firsthand. If we encounter too many obstacles I don’t want us broken up, but if it begins to take up too much time then splitting up may become necessary. Did you have any suggestions on that matter?”<<

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Swindle frowned at the interrogator"Vortex, trust me, the short-range sensors work. If they didn't I wouldn't be here, I'd have been turned to scrap by an Aerialbot scraplet who tried sneaking in. And you might think that'd be cause for celebration, but if they were able to just walk in undetected, you can be sure someone with a reputation like yours would be the first to get a vibroknife in the neck while you recharge." Swindle didn't usually defend his handiwork like this, but after getting such a close brush with death, he figured he should be a little proud of the sensors he'd set up.

Then he turns to his commander and salutes. "Sir, I'd be happy to, sir!!" He looks over at Blast-Off as the explorer whispers about watching him. Please. We all know you just want an excuse to perch on top of Shockwaves tower and lord it over us, flyboy. Not voicing his opinions, Swindle follows the shuttle, pausing to pick up the first batch of precision parts he'd need to fix the final autocannon.

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Onslaught nodded as the Combaticons took to their current duties with their typical level of efficiency. Despite their disadvantaged circumstances, there was no other team whom Onslaught would want to be stationed with if resources were this minimal. They would scrape by and adapt, making use of every stray commodity that many others would typically overlook, repurposing it in to something useful.

With that formality handled, Onslaught himself took leave of the B-1 launching silo, en route for Shockwave's nerve center. He'd had occasion in Cybertron's past to serve within this installation on more than one occasion for brief periods, so the general layout was already familiar to him. Even so, the Combaticon was cautious, and intent on not being caught off guard.

Just in case.