"The exploratory force--Cipher and his crew--somehow activated defense systems that none of us were aware existed. Remnants of Tyrest's days as chief magistrate. Moreover, the presence of Omega Supreme....I...no one has seen or heard of his whereabouts in so long that he had become a myth. We were...ill-equipped to do anything other than serve as minor annoyances to the Guardian while he made his escape. Even our best," Cyclonus said, indicating the mauled and battered form of Overlord, "failed to stall the Guardian's progress."
It was difficult to maintain Lord Scorponok's gaze at this juncture. Only his inner discipline allowed him to do so.
"When the Guardian made good his exit, the Legislators broke off combat operations and fled also. I am...unaware...if there are any links between the two events."
“These!” Scorponok snarled and kicked a headless carcass of a Legislator lying on the floor so hard that it almost broke in two upon the initial impact - before finally doing so once it touched the ground again over a hundred meters later. “These I expected once we learned of Aequitas!”
“What I want to know is what stopped you from from contacting the fleet!” The gargantuan Decepticon general raged. “We had a chance to annihilate one of the Autobots' most powerful warriors with a pinpoint orbital strike! But NO!”
“Instead our operation was compromised! The word is out now! It is only matter of time before it reaches the Autobot High Command, giving them time to prepare and counter the exploit that allowed us to attack Garrus-9 without a warning in the first place! Our plans and timetable has just changed irreversibly!” Scorponok was seething. The victory he had achieved was still a considerable one, perhaps enough to twist the power balance in the favor of the Decepticons for good. But the blind spot of such scale in their intel and the convenient communications blackout during the Guardian's emergence had nevertheless tainted the success.
"My Lord, these Legislators were the puppets of Tyrest. The assault on the Aequitas, itself a breach of the 'Tyrest Accord' triggered their arrival, likely summoned by Aequitas itself when it was disturbed by the advance party, so was always doomed to failure. Their sudden departure, code 15(30)3, would be to ensure Omega Supreme cannot deliver it to a non-Cybertronian race. Or protect him. Or possibly even a speeding violation, who knows?
"Regardless, this failure was on those who supplied the intelligence on Aequitas. Not, as you can see from the extensive wreckage, the warriors."
He pre-empted the follow up question "My name is Counterpunch, and I am a loyal servant of the Decepticon cause." he announced. He showed no fear facing up to a gargantuan commander such as Scorponok, and turned to survey the entourage he has brought with him. "It would appear you may have need of my skills, my Liege."
In one fluent movement Scorponok scooped Counterpunch up from the ground into the vice-like grip of his right claw. And thus lifting the insolent Decepticon who had dared to speak to him without being spoken to - high in the air. All the while as his tactical computer went through the vast archives that included all Decepticons whom had ever stepped into service during the 4 million years of war to determine whether or not this mech was the one he said he was. It was for the show. He knew the Decepticon is question. But to the others gathered there? This character was suspicious. Obviously one of the prisoners, certainly not one of the Decepticons listed in service in Scorponok's forces. Yet a Decepticon obviously still – Counterpunch, signed early in the war after the Decepticons had massacred the Senate. However, his service report was spotty at best and for a good reason. And with more curious Decepticons gathering about like Bomb-Burst, a show of force was required.
“DO I NOW?! How do you know this?! The Aequitas was never supposed to be here in the first place! And neither were you!” Scorponok growled tightening his grip ever so slightly but just enough to make a show for the rest as the friction from the claw pressing in Counterpunch's armor caused sparks to fly.
The warlord's gaze was practically drilling holes into Counterpunch's head at this point, ”The fact that Tyrest kept any kind of presence here was already a breach of the neutral spirit of the Tyrest Accord itself! He was supposed to keep a neutral party! Not fortify himself and his judgment machine into an Autobot prison stronghold!”
He needed something... some way to salvage the situation, not to mention how to investigate the communications blackout. Scourge. Scourge could track even the ancient Guardian. At least they would know where Omega Supreme escaped. It was very likely that the attack by Semper Tyrannis had caused critical damage to the giant Autobot. He might be vulnerable. It was better to take the chance than not to investigate it at all.
“Scourge! Mobilize a tracking party! Follow the trail the Guardian left behind!” Scorponok bellowed out an order, dropping Counterpunch to the floor, “Perhaps we can still salvage this. Consider this your new lease on life.”
“Cyclonus.” Scorponok spoke, trying to keep his anger in check. “I want a full and painstaking investigation over this communications blackout. I want the culprit found and fed to the Terrorcons.”
He couldn't just dwell on the negative surprises ones, for the assault into Garrus-9 had also came with positive surprises. Not only had they found Jhiaxus who would speed up the process of creating a new Decepticon combiner considerably - not to forget what else the ancient scientist could offer - they had also found Bludgeon. A long lost warrior of remarkable ability. But even better than having recovered the master of Metallikato, Omega Supreme had just handed Scorponok a phase sixer of his own by having left Overlord vulnerable to being tampered with for the first time since being turned into a super warrior by Trepan and Shockwave.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen.” Scorponok smirked as he walked over to Overlord's smoking and partially melted, barely functioning form. Reaching down, Scorponok grabbed a hold of Overlord's leg and threw the large Decepticon unceremoniously towards the space bridge.
“Apeface, Snapdragon – take him to my lab.”