Equatorial Desert"Standards?" Apeface grunted only to receive a punch to his shoulder from Snapdragon. Yet, neither the playful violence between the two or the prospect of an orbital bounce about to happen stopped Apeface from making another jibe towards his partner in crime.
"You had me fooled there pal. For someone who happily wades into a pool of toxic sludge after rolling around in lubricant of a scraplet infected empty you had torn open - your grasp on hygiene is most inspiring --"
_____________________________
The bounce back to the fortress Tenebrous had quickly followed. And once they had made it back to their temporary home, Vehicon guards had been quick to escort their prisoners to the holding cells. The Vehicons both groundbased and seeker models not to forget the more recent model that were the Sweeps were barely sentient cannon fodder operated by purposedly limited artificial intelligence. These drone soldiers that made the bulk of the Decepticon army were originally developed by no other than Shockwave. Through splitting the remaining spark energies of dying Cybertronians, both Autobot and Decepticon - between Constructicon built clone soldier bodies, the logic driven madmech had created an army for Megatron. Nearly emotionless soldiers, unrelenting and obedient, only few of the drones ever developed any of the characteristics of those whose spark residue they carried.
At least the Vehicons were good for something. Like escorting prisoners for their betters. For Apeface though, they were not true Decepticons. Only pale imitations of true Decepticon warriors. He was easily worth a hundred of them if not far more.
"I swear Snaps. With this speed real Cybertronians are falling without new ones being created, there's nothing but Vehicons left in few thousand vorns. Not to say those slaggers don't have their uses but frag. For every real Decepticon on this system alone there has to be about 10 of those brain dead bores."
A wicked smirk appeared on his simian facial features as he continued, "Such a legacy we are leaving, hah!"
_____________________________
MelanossusTurmoil's optics were practically burning under the visor shielding them. How in the abyss Cyclonus dared to question him on every turn? Only the Air Commander's value in the eyes of High Commander Scorponok kept the hulking Decepticon warlord from resulting in violence. This was hardly the first time the two had found each in disagreement. While Scorponok had lately utilized Turmoil more in command roles over Cyclonus, there was no denying that Turmoil had often been assigned to merely support the Air Commander. They were rivals over the same position, with both considering themselves superior to the other.
Stepping forwards towards the far sleeker and somewhat shorter purple and silver Decepticon, Turmoil locked his optics with Cyclonus.
"There is a chain of command we both have sworn to follow. And as long as your are part of this operation, I outrank you. If you cannot deal with the High Commander's orders. I suggest you try taking it to him. " Turmoil nearly growled at Cyclonus and let his cannon power up for a stun blast. "Or challenge me over the position through trial of combat, right here, right now and waste our precious resources and time."