Under the Sea
Ramjet listened intently to Scrapper. He knew that, given the circumstances, that Scrapper wouldn't tell him everything, and rightly so. Deception was in their name, after all. Of course, it didn't stop it from being a tad bit irritating to Ramjet, given the fact that he didn't want an angry Decepticon warlord hot on his tail, but then again, if warlords had taken interest with them, why wouldn't they be better protected if they were so valuable to them?
"'Potent sponsors'?" Ramjet scoffed a bit on the inside, containing himself, "Listen, I don't know who is taking interest in you, if anyone, but I'd say they're taking pretty shabby care of you. I can see the conversation now, 'Hey guys, these guys are really important, let's put them on the bottom of the ocean where everyone will know where they are and leaving them open to attack from any angle'. Seems pretty legit, don't you think?"
Noticing the tense Constructicons with fire in their eyes, Ramjet continued, carefully choosing his words whilst simultaneously preparing himself for combat, if need be.
"But that is beside the point. See, I don't care who has interest in you, 'cause I, Ramjet, am someone tangible at the moment. See, I had some power come my way. See, I have a ship," Ramjet said with a slight, confident smirk, "And she can act as your guard-dog, for a price. I don't expect you to join up, and I'm not asking you too, though the offer is on the table, but what I do need is a bit of repairs on her. If you don't join up and accept my offer, then you can expect protection from me and my men for your project, the supplies you need for your project as well as mine, and Energon. See, me and my men are going to do some Energon runs, and you and your men'll get a cut if you join. But that's enough about that, I want to hear your answer. Think about it; an off-the-grid and dry place to work, no prying eyes, protection... What have you got to lose?"