Bottom of the Yellow Sea
Scrapper raised a hand to quiet Hook as Onslaught came up to the dome, to....gloat? There was certainly an edge of pride in the Combaticons voice, which worried the Constructicon more than any threat. He was used to harsh language about loyalty, but he'd also seen the folly of assuming victory too early.
"We have the oppurtunity, theres no doubt about that, Onslaught. But we're far from done, even if Starscream has been disposed off. We still need to stabilise this empire before it fractures, to consolidate and to deal with the nay-sayers, while also defending against any oppurtunistic Autobot attacks. And you don't need to worry about our commitment because we have always been 100% committed to Megatrons vision of the galaxy united under the Decepticons."
He looked back at his team, and could sense the unsettled feeling in their optics and body language. I know this is unpalatable, but I need more time... "We're grateful for what you and Razorclaw have done, Onslaught, and we are dedicated to the cause. But we need just a little more support, in order to create the first base of the new Empire. This mobile base will make us as powerful on this planet as we are in orbit, and definitely secure it for the Special Teams and the Empires future."
Scrapper looks back to Onslaught, to look him in the optics. "Far more than I wish to please myself, or please Razorclaw....I wish to please Megatron. Even if only his memory remains, the Constructicons will build the Empire he wanted."
Scrapper was about to return to his team's problem, like Mixmasters complaints about salinity, when a message arrived from Thunderwing of all people. A voice which have not been heard for thousand of Vorns. Scrapper looked up at Onslaught. "I wasn't expecting visitors like that, but I suppose I should have. We're better off keeping other mechs out of here for at least one planetary revolution, can you keep him out until then, or are we going to have to persuade him?"
Endless complications...Now I know how Megatron must have felt. Its not an easy burden to shoulder.
Meanwhile, Swindle pushed through the water in jeep mode, rolling past Brawl at work on the trenches and rolling up towards Onslaught at the dome. It looked like he was deep in conversation with the Constructicon Leader, so an in-depth report would probably only be an annoyance to his commander. Instead, he rolled past the pair. "Reporting, sir! It looks like the constructicons have supplies, so I'll get to work on some automated defenses."
Looking at the Constructicons present, Swindle tried to recall what he knew about them. He liked to brag that he never forgot a customer, but in truth, the Constructicons were rarely his customers, since they got so much requisitioned material that they could make almost anything they wanted themselves. Still, Mixmaster stood out as someone Swindle knew better than the aloof Hook.
"Ah, Mixmaster. Its certainly been an interesting cycle, hasn't it? I've been asked to pitch in with the local defenses, and was thinking that in this kind of liquid environment, we'd need specialist weaponry. I'm thinking sonic shell cannons, atom-smasher rifles, or maybe photon beam ports if we're really stuck. Think you can help me put some of your spare parts together into something like that?"