“Ignore her Umbra the Seacons or Terrorcons can deal with her, I’ve had enough of insects today I will not repeat myself”
"Y...Yes sir..." Umbra replied reluctantly to the metallikato master. She slowly lowered her blaster, staring at Airachnid who had earlier caused her much mental duress. Maybe she should've just shot Airachnid when she had claimed to be friendly before Bludgeon could say anything one way or the other. Missed opportunity. Scrap. Well, maybe another would present itself to her. Or Airachnid would make the mistake of crossing them. Umbra kind of hoped that the femme would.
Realizing that she had lingered there for a noticeable amount of time with her blaster still somewhat pointed at Airachnid's pedal actuators, Umbra growled and moved backwards, keeping her optics on Airachnid to make sure there would be no dirty tricks. When she was reasonably distant from her old rival, Umbra whirled on her heel and jogged to catch up to Bludgeon.
As she reached the martial arts master's side, she glanced up to him. Other than leaving the Monstercons to get away from the kill zone for...Monstructor, Umbra wasn't exactly sure what the plan was. It used to be survive. But it seemed like that was assured. Not definitely assured but at least a little more likely now. So other goals now seemed like feasible things to have. What were the options?
They could try to escape...get off planet. But...Bludgeon didn't exactly have a reason to do that. The Autobots didn't exactly look like they were going to win...What did that mean for her to stay? Imprisonment again likely. The last time hadn't been too bad, but these were decepticons...not exactly known for their hospitality. Still, she had a friend in the cons...maybe she wouldn't be treated so terribly?
Umbra remembered her little exchange with Mandate. He had called her a Decepticon...Maybe that's all she was now. All she had ever been meant to be. Had she been delaying the inevitable? Then why had...why did she kill...what was it all for if she joined the Decepticons? Was it all for nothing? But if she stayed an Autobot then the cycle might start all over again...Ngh. She was going to drive herself completely insane.
"What's the plan, commander? Are we going to rendezvous with the Decepticon forces?" she asked him as she followed alongside him. If they were....Umbra might seriously have to consider making her exit. Sure, she was spared because of the intervention of Icepick. And Bludgeon when it came to the insecticons. But this was...Scorponok...that was here. Umbra had never seen him in person before. Fortunately. She would be much less alive if she had.
She didn't know Scorponok, and he far outranked Bludgeon. If he deemed whatever purpose had for her not worth the risk then....that was it! Spark extinguished. Then and there. Everything for nothing. The end. Bye-bye. Umbra didn't exactly wish to go squished under someone's heel either. That end had never really appealed to her. Ok, so maybe surviving was not so assured.
Pathetic. That was all Blot could think of the fallen Cutthroat. He had decided to challenge the master, and the master did not even grace him with the killing blow. The ultimate disrespect that a former gladiator like Hun-Grr could offer. Blot understood it well, having fought alongside the master in the Pits in the days before the war. He understood what a worthy opponent was and what made a weakling. Blot was merely disgusted by how one of their own had become one.
"Leave the weakling. We move."
The master beckoned. And so Blot moved. It was as simple as that. Whenever the master called, Blot would follow him unquestioningly. He has simply Hun-Grr's to use in any way he saw fit. This suited Blot just fine as well. He had a purpose with Hun-Grr, and would remain with him long after the war's final conclusion.
Turning his back on Cutthroat, he followed his master obediently, taking the time to transform back into his monstrous alternate mode, the motion accompanied by squishes and the squirting of some internal fluids. He preferred his form to his robot mode. It felt more natural to him.