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As soon as the words left Feedback's vocal processor, Ironhide moved. Starscream seemed to be still in shock and confusion over the mention of Megatron, so it was easy to grab the blaster out of his hand. With one swift move, he grabbed the gun, ducked down and began shooting at Feedback as he ran towards the wreckage.

Starfire reacted almost instantly. She had kept her optics on Ironhide the whole time, and with Feedback's grip loosening as he offered her up to Brawl's trigger finger she tore herself loose and pulled her blaster from her back with lightning speed. As Ironhide shot at Feedback to cover her escape, she started shooting in Swindle's direction to cover his retreat. She then ran after Ironhide back to the wreckage. Her sniper rifle was in there.

Starscream stood frozen for a moment. Between processing Megatron's return and the firefight that just broke out around him, he didn't know what to do. Then he did what he always knew to do: he survived. He simply dove forward, face first into the red dust of the surface. Let them fight it out. For better or worse, the Combaticons were his way off this desolate rock.

"Good job, fearless leader." Lock on grumbled as Starscream dove for the ground.

Instead of following Starscream's example, Lock On looked to Vertigo, then Feedback, then opened fire on Ironhide.

---

Vertigo caught Lock On's look, knowing he'd never live it down if he did the same as Starscream, he ran for cover and then opened fire on the Autobots as well.

--

Feedback reacted without thought, transforming and taking off, catching a few.bullets in non-essential places, banking back around to simply drop.out of the sky back in robot mode. At least he was out of line of fire and now hiding.next to Vertigo, his gun out, but he didn't fire.

Mars Surface

What? Guns? How had this turned into guns? Words had been working so much better. The answer, sadly, was Ironhide. The old glitch glitched.

Swindle hit the ground almost as fast as Starscream had, covering his head as martian debris stirred up from the energy blasts pelted him.
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Vortex's optics had been quietly studying the whole situation. The situation had been tense, but Swindle actually seemed like he might be able to pull off a smooth negotiation here. That was until one of Starscream's little auxiliaries had offered up bait for the already triggerhappy Brawl who was undoubtedly watching things from on board the Obliteration just as closely as Vortex was on the ground. That one act had set Vortex's rotors spinning. This was going to escalate.

By the time Ironhide had made a lunge for Starscream's weapon, Vortex had jumped into the air, transformed and readied his own weapons' systems.

Starscream didn't plan on things going this way, but he had only himself to blame. Had he kept a better watch on Ironhide maybe this could have been avoided. As he turned his head in the red dust of the Martian surface, he locked on Swindle, who was also face down not far from him.

"Hey!" he said to the Combaticon. "What about Razorclaw? With Megatron back, what happened to the kittycat?"

Ironhide and Starfire made it back inside the wreckage.

"That went well." she said as she picked up her sniper rifle. "So what now?"

"This ain't over yet." he answered. "The way I figure it, we either get left here, or if those 'Cons decide they want us, there's nothin' stoppin' them from comin' in here."

"Well then how about we get ahead of them?" she asked and walked to the entrance, her rifle at the ready.

"Wait." Ironhide said. "There's no need to provoke them. Only shoot if they come this way. I heard the small one say they're here for Starscream. Maybe once they get him they'll leave."

"Okay, so that makes 9 'Cons against us, if only the Combaticons are on the ship." she said, and took aim at Feedback. "If the shooting has to start, I know who I'm taking out first."

Mars Surface

Swindle could hear the blaster fire, but the telltale firepower of the Obliteration had not been unleashed just yet. Swindle couldn't believe that Brawl was holding his wad. It wouldn't last.

"Hey! What about Razorclaw? With Megatron back, what happened to the kittycat?"

In the midst of the blaster fire, another voice. Starscream's. What the? Swindle looked up, his expression incredulous.

"Hey....you know me, I'm up for talkin' 'Con politics anytime, anywhere. Well, almost. I mean-"

An explosion of debris a meter or so from Swindle's current position rained more red dirt all over him.

"-this may be the one exception. Is now really the best time? The 'Bots are pullin' back. Let's go. I'll fill you in on everything you wanna know back on the ship."

Starscream had a tough decision to make. He wanted off this dirt ball really badly. But to go with the Combaticons? Could he trust them? They said they're here on Megatron's behalf...but could he really trust someone named Swindle??? Maybe if it was Onslaught telling him...but he wanted off this planet really badly...

"Well..." he responded to Swindle's invite. "What about the other Seekers?"

Inside the wreckage, Starfire kept her sights on Feedback.

"So what if they just take Starscream and just leave?" she asked Ironhide. "We'll be stranded here!"

"Well them 'Cons sure as hell won't give us a ride, unless we're in handcuffs!" he replied. "No, thanks!"

She knew he was right. Either they fought until they died, or the 'Cons leave them here. All depended on what the Seekers would do.

OOC: Just a head's up, I removed one sentence from this post that didn't happen in the game history. - Cry

Mars Surface

Well so much for the simple grab and bag operation he was hoping for. When the blaster fire started cracking, Onslaught wasted no time in returning fire upon the Autobots.

“Brawl! Open fire on that mound of wreckage! Drive them out of their hiding hole!” The Combaticon Commander ordered amidst the gun fire. Moments ago, the tank-former was begging for something to happen and now seemed to be the perfect chance for him to exercise that ever-twitching trigger-finger of his.

”Well...What about the other Seekers?"

“Our mission was to grab you.” Onslaught interjected, his voice booming over the roars of gunfire and blasting debris, “If they’ve got a Decepticon insignia and want off this rock they better get aboard, otherwise they can stay and rust away with the Autobots. Now let’s move!”

The twin missile launchers on Onslaught’s back lowered down over his shoulders. With a click, both launchers unleashed their highly explosive munitions towards the wreckage the Autobots ran to take shelter in.

What the? The Autobots went and opened fire at Swindle? Where were the negotiations Autobots usually tried to before they began shooting? Had they lost all their marbles? None of them carried a weapon that had any chance of penetrating the Obliteration’s defenses while the Combaticons’ personal vessel had the firepower to challenge even a bigger warship. A shuttle wreckage was not going to protect them from its wrath.

”THEY SHOT AT SWINDLE!” Brawl’s roar could be heard from within the warship at least by Onslaught and the other Combaticons through their communicators or close proximity, ”SLAGGING GLITCHES! I AM GONNA MAKE THEM PAY!”

Fortunately enough, before Brawl was able to do anything randomly destructive, Onslaught took control of the situation and gave the gunner orders.

“Brawl! Open fire on that mound of wreckage! Drive them out of their hiding hole!”

”YES SIR!” Brawl howled back, ”WITH PLEASURE!”

Two of the Obliteration’s many turrets began turning, targeting the shuttle wreckage.

>>”SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LITTLE SHELTER AUTOSCRAPS!”<< Brawl’s voice boomed through the ship’s communications array just before Brawl punched in the firing command and let loose high energy beams that would have eradicated the shuttle even if it had still been in perfect working condition.

No one had to tell Vertigo twice to get moving or they'd be left behind if they didn't move, he was totally moving.

He grabbed Feedback's arm and started for the Obliteration as Brawl opened up the ship's guns and Onslaught started firing. "Lock On, come on!" He yelled as he ran by. "Commander Starscream, let's go while we can!"

--

"I wanted to see explosions..." Feedback grumbled as they passed Lock On, Feedback pulling out of Vertigo's grip.

--

"Me too." Lock On said sullenly, following the two at a much more leisurely pace.

Starscream needed only a moment to decide. Whatever awaited him back at Decepticon headquarters couldn't have been much worse than this place.

"Fine." he said through a clenched jaw and got up.

The Autobots had ceased firing once they were in the wreckage, so he didn't have to worry about gun fire. He walked to the open door of the Obliteration and as he went inside he gave Onslaught a hard look.

Inside the wreckage, Ironhide assessed the situation and realized what was going on.

"We have to go!" he barked at Starfire. "Now!"

She still had Feedback in her sights, and was seething with anger towards the Seeker. The 'Con started this whole thing after all, by offering her to the Combaticons to be shot at. Finally, just as Ironhide grabbed her by the shoulder, she fired off a shot directly at the middle of Feedback's back. However, she didn't bother checking if it was a hit, as Ironhide pulled her towards the other end of the crumpled shuttle cargo bay. There was a narrow opening there they could get through, if they had enough time.

"As soon as yer through, transform an' go as fast as ya can!" Ironhide shouted as he pushed her through.

She did as she was told, and as soon as she was in bike mode, her turbochargers kicked in and she took off. She knew the wreck was about to be wiped out by the Combaticons, she just hoped Ironhide was fast enough to save himself.

Mars Surface

"Whooo hah! Let 'er rip!" Vortex cried as the Obliteration began openly firing on the Autobots' position. He gladly did the same.
___

Onslaught had given Starscream his answer. More than that, apart from the Obliteration itself, he was the best cover a 'Con could hope for.

He pushed himself off the ground and followed after the others as they hurriedly boarded the Combaticons' vessel.

Swindle could hear rotors descending, followed by a transformation sequence as Vortex landed near the ramp and trucked it for the larger ship's on ramp as fast as he could, determined not to make himself a target.

"Slag that felt good," he said, punching Swindle on the shoulder joint as he passed by.

"Easy 'killer', Swindle sighed, before comming the bridge. >>"Target acquired. Combaticons clear."<<

Trion – Approaching Sol-4

Grimlock stood from his command chair and took one step forward towards the primary viewscreen before stopping. Their destination was dead ahead and hopefully some action, as well. The puny Autobots under his command better be at the top of their game. The rex-former wasn’t about to waste time worrying about them while bashing ‘Con head plates in.

“Swoop, bring us into orbit around Sol-4. Scan the region for Decepticon vessels then scan planet’s surface for Cybertronian transponder signals,” Grimlock stated to his aerial subordinate before shifting his attention to some of the others. “Snarl, make sure Trion weapons systems fully operational. Be ready for anything. Blaster, when we in range, try and contact any Autobots on surface. Use Autobot frequencies only. Find out what going on! The rest of you, stay alert! Be ready to bounce down at moments notice!”

Grimlock then returned his intense glare to the primary viewscreen at the front of the bridge. He clenched his fists in anticipation of whatever fight was to come. He hoped there would be a fight. He hoped to crush a Decepticon or two within the jaws of his Tyrannosaurus alt mode thus making this a worthwhile mission to him. Hopefully, for the sake of those around him, he would get the action he so craved.

Trion--Approaching Sol-4

Grimlock appeared to be just as ready for battle as Slag was. Maybe even moreso. That was the one thing, maybe the only thing, that Slag really had come to respect about Big Grim over the vorns.

The Protectobot Groove was a whole different story.

"Man, you guys sound like you could really use some time to chillax and listen to Nebulon Rock Operas or something. Gotta keep your head cool~"

Slag turned to look at the Protectobot, his optics narrowing.

"Why you on ship?"

Trion - Approaching Sol-4

Insidious wrote:l"Why you on ship?"

Groove simply shrugged. "Dunno man, I know as much as you about this. You look like you could've handled all this on your own, frankly speaking. But duty called and I can't exactly say no to that, can I?"

He leaned back in his chair, waiting for whatever awaited them on the Martian surface.

Trio – Approaching Sol-4

Throughout the journey, Eject worked hard to stay focused as Blaster instructed. The last thing he wanted to do was let his buddy down, but over time the temptation to scan some sports channels for news was too much.

It didn’t take him long the first time as there wasn’t any that he hadn’t already heard. It just wasn’t long enough for another sporting event to start. Strike one! But it ain’t over, till it’s over. He paused, then decided another attempt was needed. Then another. Nothing but a brief burst of static.

Annnnd… I’m out! The Earth GM really needs to bring up heavy hitters for me to do my job right. Eject flopped back in his seat, but kept his fingers playing across the communication controls, searching for any signs of life. The fact he strummed out an American college’s fighting song was lost on him as Grimlock’s voice boomed through the bridge. Talk about big hitters.

Grimlock wrote: “Alright, everyone stay focused!” Grimlock finally said as he lowered his hands and gripped both arms rests firmly. “We not sure what going on. ‘Con distress signal was received and there was mention of Autobots. Ironhide is one ‘Bot that is currently missing along with some others. If they there, we grab them and crush ‘Cons before heading home. Pretty simple. No care how it happened. Others can figure that out once mission is done!”

“Same pep talk, different coach. Worse than a quarterback controversy,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Grimlock wrote:“From now on, Blaster, me give briefings. Me team leader. Got it?” The Dinobot Commander glared at him for a moment longer before leaning back in his throne-like chair and returning his attention to the primary forward viewscreen.

Having Grimlock so near and without warning caused the small mech to jump, but no one seemed to notice and he was happy with that. What he wasn’t happy about was the way Blaster was treated. Still, what could he do? He was the badminten shuttlecock and Grimlock the racquet.

Knowing Blaster could take care of himself, Eject focused on his station. Or, rather, he looked like he was. Nothing’s out here. Not even a guarantee miracle.

He’d have to look up catalogued recordings when they got back to civilization.



Snarl nodded along to Grimlock’s reiterated briefing. It was something Snarl couldn’t argue with as it was Grimlock’s right as their leader, not that he was overly concerned one way or another. If the chatty mech Blaster wished to challenge Grimlock, that was his right. These puny ‘Bots were Snarl’s priority.

Grimlock wrote:”Snarl, make sure Trion weapons systems fully operational. Be ready for anything.”

“Weapons ready, Leader Grimlock,” he said, while thinking, I not stupid. I know how to bash Decepticons.

The real question was whether or not he’d hold back once he started shooting. Accidents happened to those unable to help themselves.

Trion

Hot Spot was amused at Blaster's summary of the mission and Grimlock's response. He knew the only thing Grimlock wanted to do was to smash Cons. This is why his team and maybe even Eject was here. Rescuing would be on the bottom of the Dinobots processors. Hot Spot did enjoy the occasional fight but only if it helped rescue his friends. His thrills comes from getting his job done and sometimes a challenge or two like burning buildings adds to the thrill.

"Groove and Blades, let us head Grimlock's suggestion and head down to the bounce pad. We are the rescue portion but Blades I do want you ready for combat if we need to fight our way to our friends."

Hallway
"Remember to stay out of the way of the Dinobots if a fight does break out. They are our shield and distraction if we need one. I am afraid Grimlock would accidentally step on an Autobot in the midst of battle if we didn't come along."

On the Obliteration's ramp

Lock On and Vertigo hurried up the ramp on to the Combaticons' ship.

Feedback, however, paused at the bottom. Another enclosed space. The severely claustrophobic mech was very reluctant to get inside another ship.

---

"Feedback, come on!" Vertigo shouted from inside.

Feedback didn't move. Vertigo looked to Lock On.

--

Lock On sighed and slumped and tridged down the ramp, grabbing Feedback roughly by the arm and dragged him aboard.

[Trion - Entering Mars Orbit]

Grimlock wrote:“From now on, Blaster, me give briefings. Me team leader. Got it?”

Blaster put his hands up. "Alright, alright, chief. You call the shots. No biggie, right?" Right now, it probably was best for him to stay quiet for a little while. Grimlock and his dinobots weren't the kind to mess around anyhow, so he silenced his vocaliser for the moment, looking toward Eject as the red planet came closer and closer.

Grimlock wrote:Blaster, when we in range, try and contact any Autobots on surface. Use Autobot frequencies only. Find out what going on!

"Yessir!" The communications officer quickly tapped several times on his holographic displays, opening up a comm on all nearby Autobot-encrypted frequencies.

>>"This is Autobot ship Trion. Requesting response from any Autobots on Sol-4. I repeat, requesting response from any Autobots on Sol-4."<<

Ironhide was running after Starfire, who was much faster and was becoming a small dot in the distance. The Cons hadn't come after them, and he couldn't tell if they blew up the wreck or not. But as he was trying to distance himself from the whole area, he picked up a transmission on his personal comm. An Autobot transmission. After listening to it, he slowed down a bit, and rerouted every bit of energy he could spare into his communicator. This was one message that had to get through.

"This is Ironhide!" he practically shouted into the microphone in his wrist. "I am stranded on this planet with 2 other Autobots, one of whom is in stasis! We need help immediately! There is a large Decepticon presence on the planet, not far from my location! I repeat, there are Decepticons here! Over!"

He kept running, increasing his pace yet again, and waited for the response. Hopefully this little detour would be over soon.

Trion – Entering Mars Orbit

Eject knew that look Blaster was giving him and he didn’t like it. Mentally, he heard his friend’s voice saying, “It’s okay, little buddy, just pay attention and do your thing,” when in reality it meant “Get your aft in gear and don’t get us into trouble.”

Like Eject would do such a thing. He was an Autobot, a free mech, as it were, so as long as he didn’t break any rules or really screw up an assignment…

He paused as another burst of static came over the comm. channels.

All he heard was clear, but it was definitely not an Autobot frequency. If anything, it was more of an echo of sorts, weak and short distance, like a personal transmission to something else, something…

“WHOO! I’m stylin’ and profilin’! There’s another ship down there!” Eject’s attention was now focused on his actual job. For once. His fingers danced across the controls as he tried to lock onto the signal and it’s receiver, but with limited luck. “Trying to triangulate… could use some help fixing this broken play…”

Grimlock wrote:Blaster, when we in range, try and contact any Autobots on surface. Use Autobot frequencies only. Find out what going on!

No, no, no, no, no! Don’t audible, coach, we got this! Eject’s vocalizer begged to let that tidbit out, but he’d managed to keep in internalized somehow.

Blaster wrote:"Yessir!"

>>"This is Autobot ship Trion. Requesting response from any Autobots on Sol-4. I repeat, requesting response from any Autobots on Sol-4."<<

Hello! I’m open; throw me the damn ball, someone! This time, he was about to speak up when Ironhide’s voice boomed into his sensitive receptors “Ahh! Scrap it!” Eject had his inner comm connected to the Trion’s to better scan for signals coming from the planet, and the incoming transmission had nearly fried his receptors. Grabbing his head with one hand, Eject switched off his comm from intensive searching to passive so he wouldn't be overwhelmed again.

Ironhide wrote:>>This is Ironhide!" he practically shouted into the microphone in his wrist. "I am stranded on this planet with 2 other Autobots, one of whom is in stasis! We need help immediately! There is a large Decepticon presence on the planet, not far from my location! I repeat, there are Decepticons here! Over!"<<

Cursing the glitching he’d suffer through for the next few cycles, he waved to Blaster, “Ironhide needs signals and substitutions. Players are down, the 'Cons are running a full court press, and our defense is buckling.” He knew he didn’t need to tell anyone, but he thought it important to show he was committed so they wouldn’t overload his receptors anymore than they already were. I just had to get into the game.

Despite his complaints, he was having a blast.

Autobot battleship Trion--Bridge

Groove had given one of the few answers that S would not make Slag angrier. As it was, he simply let out a semi-annoyed huff in response.

The Dinobot flamethrower waited as patiently as he could manage after Blaster had sent the transmission out. He wanted to know just what the frag was happening on this barren, rust-colored world. When the transmission finally came back, his body tensed with anticipation. It was Ironhide, one of the few Autobots he held a grudging respect for. And there were Decepticons. 'Bout time.

"You hear that? Decepticons. Finally can give this ship a real weapon test."
___

Decepticon frigate Obliteration--Bridge

Once the op was complete and he was back on board, Vortex made a beeline for the bridge. Starscream was more likely to be debriefed than interrogated, and that would fall to Onslaught.

Once the bridge doors slid open after he entered his security clearance, Vortex hopped over to his usual position, grinning at the other Combaticons behind his faceplate.

"And that, my friends, is what I'd call another successful Combaticon op," he said, before looking at Brawl specifically. "Nice shootin', by the way."

Autobot Battleship Trion - Bridge - Tactical Station

Slag wrote:"You hear that? Decepticons. Finally can give this ship a real weapon test."

“Yes, I hear good. Weapons ready to dynamite Decepticons.” Snarl snickered as a smile played across his faceplate and his optics glowed brighter. His hands moved across the controls as he activated the link between the weapons and the scanners. It was a simple process, but one he hated. He’d much rather manually target the Decepticon ship than rely on a stupid computer.

“Weapons will track when we locate ship.”

It was no secret that he, as well as the rest of the Dinobots, would’ve preferred to handle things in person, but he’d take what he could get. All he had to do was keep from firing before Grimlock gave the order. Not that destroying a Decepticon ship was bad in his mind.

The Obliteration

Blast Off had stayed with the ship, as per usual, and not that he minded. He had been prepared for anything on this mission, knowing the erratic nature of Starscream. Luckily, he hadn't seemed to give them much trouble. On the other hand, the planet also had some Autobots on it, namely Ironhide, who WAS causing trouble. Their auspicious leader, Onslaught however, was taking no chances at making any mistakes here, and ordered Brawl to fire on the downed shuttle the Autobots were using as a temporary bunker and shoot-out post.

'Ah...glorious explosions. Foolish Autobots. You don't stand a chance against the might of the Combaticons.', Blast Off thought, watching the ash and burning slag from the viewscreen of the Obliteration's cockpit. The pilot and renowned space warrior remained calm and collected, though he did have a smirk of glee on his face. Brawl might not be the big brains of their group, but he could always be depended on to let loose the fires of destruction on their enemy.

Soon after the operation had begun, the initial mission had been a success. The rest of the team boarded the ship again, with quarry in tow. Blast Off hit a button on the console, retracting the ramp and closing up the dock. Onslaught had made his directives very clear to Blast Off and Blast Off always followed his orders flawlessly. Therefore, since they had obtained the air commander and his flunkies, it was time to leave this rust colored dirt ball and leave the Autobots behind with it. Whatever awaited their fates, it wasn't any of his or the other Combaticons' concerns.

"Welcome back, Combaticons. Everyone take your positions. We're now leaving.", Blast Off said to everyone, keying in coordinates and pushing the necessary buttons and levers to get the ship going. As it revved up and began to lift off, however, he noticed something that piqued his concerns. A very large ship was approaching quickly. No mistaking it.....it was an Autobot Battleship, and it was larger and more formidable than their frigate. He reported this immediately to Onslaught and the other Decepticons via commlink,

>>"Large Autobot ship detected and it's about to land. We must go now if we are to return to Lord Megatron intact. Engaging transwarp drive. Engaging in combat with the enemy ship would be certain destruction."<<

The ship hovering and ready to leave the planet and into the atmosphere, the pilot took her up and away from the surface of Mars, and within a few nanokliks, the Obliteration was gone from mars and back in space, on track back to the orbit around Earth and it's Moon. Blast Off had made sure that all the ship's security measures such as the shield and cloaking devices were all working, and that weapons were all good, just in case they were attacked.

[Obliteration exits Mars Area > > Outerspace]

Trion – Entering Mars Orbit

Eject kept his receptors peeled for anymore communications from the Decepticon ship. He may have hated the fact he was missing his sports, but this was more important.

Maybe.

Just a little.

Still, he didn’t think it would hurt for him to scan the channels one more time when an idea struck him. He jumped back in his seat, letting out a loud, “Oh!” then leaned forward again, his hands playing across the controls faster and more accurately than a player gesturing to a hostile crowd.

“The kid’s making a comeback; hold onto your seats, folks!” Had he been Blaster or another mech, he probably would’ve kicked himself for not thinking of this sooner. But going to search the comm channels for sports had given him the idea.

“Gotta get the play in, the clock’s ticking…” he muttered as he finally located a faint, but consistent transponder signature.

Jumping up into his chair, he fist pumped the air. “Yeah! Comeback kid’s done it! Got a lock on their playbook, GM,” he said, looking back at Grimlock. He bent over to send the coordinates to the other stations. His energon pump started racing as he saw the transponder moving. “They’re lining up to go for it! Come on, defense!” he called to no one in particular.

A second later, the transponder disappeared and he fell back in the chair. Harrumphing and crossing his arms, he looked at Blaster and said, “Signal’s gone, coach. The visitors took their ball and went home.”



Snarl sat at the weapons console, studying the readout on the screen. It didn’t make much sense except that as the sensors followed the craft, the Trion’s weapons did as well. At least, that’s what he thought automatic firing meant.

Could he be wrong?

There was no time to worry about that as he waited for the first chance to fire. Even Grimlock couldn’t fault him if he destroyed a Decepticon ship. Maybe me, Snarl, will get honor medal. Something worthless but shows good fighter to those that don’t know better.

The idea made him smile. Not the part about getting a medal, but the idea that he didn’t think Grimlock had one. Snarl: one; Leader Grimlock: none.

He chuckled as the scanner lit up as a ship ascended into the upper atmosphere but it was already too far away and then it was gone, and so was his chance to blow them to kingdom come.

Sitting back, his hands balled into fists as he fought to control his growing rage. Gone with the ‘Cons were his medal. But he’d see them again. And he’d make them suffer.

Only then did he break the targeting lock through the sensors. He could already hear Grimlock getting ready to bash things even if he hadn’t uttered a word yet.

The Trion--Bridge

Slag was more than ready. At the first sign of Decepticons anywhere, he wanted to be off this bridge and in the field doing what he did best.

“Signal’s gone, coach. The visitors took their ball and went home,” Blaster's little runt reported.

"WHAT?!" Slag barked, his optics enraged. "How signal disappear? How you lose it!?"