The Energon Pub

Scorpion
Those annoying Earth meatbags have an old tale about a fox and a scorpion that seems particularly applicable right now… The Quintessons have betrayed us and dug the energon-dagger deep into our backs. This will not stand, and though it turns our matter-processors, we must combine forces with the enemy we know to destroy those accursed cyborganics. Within our very own borders they have dared to convert a Decepticon factory complex into some sort of deep space port, probably to service their fleet of light corvettes and frigates. Whatever its purpose may be, it will not survive much longer. Link up with the Autobot Taskforce and lay waste to the traitorous scum; destroy their port before it becomes active and leave no survivors.

Repulsed
Our Allies have intercepted a transmission from the Nova Cronum Tao Base; they have finally decided to reenter the war. It was to be expected. They are dispatching a force towards the territory we recently gained on the Maximus Line. We do not have enough strength to hold the position, so command has ordered that we fall back to the Predacon lines. Such a withdrawal would not have been necessary if they had not followed our ‘allies’ recommendation and committed the bulk of our forces against Tagon. Head to the Predacon Line and reinforce it against an attack from Nova Cronum, they must not be allowed to breach the line...WHAT?! Slag, this is treason! TREASON!!!... You will not have the support of our generous alliance; they have broken off their attack. They will indeed pay for this treachery. You are on your own for now. You have your orders; do not return unless you’re bringing me the disembodied head of every Autobot attacking from Nova Cronum.

Go West
Command has specifically forbid any invasion of the Neutral Territories at this time. They have something planned for their defiance and cowardice, but that will have to wait. We have stretched our supplie-lines to our northern armies dangerously thin and we must open a route to Praxus. Once that is done we will have source of energon far enough north to take Iacon without resistance. In order to do this we must cross the frontier of Uraya which is controlled by Industrialists who are not overly sympathetic to our cause. Fortunately, their loyalties are easily purchased... Your objective is to establish a supply route between Praxus and our Altihex forces and seize control of Uraya from any Industrialist forces that don’t comply.

No More Cloaks
A distress call has been received from several Hydrax Plateau fortifications. Those Autobot fools from Nova Cronum have decided to enter the battle with a renewed offensive against not only Polyhex but Hydrax as well. Even with the bulk of our forces committed in Altihex and Kalis, our reserve units should have had no trouble dealing with these weaklings in quick manner. However, the division of warriors lent to us by those treacherous Quintessons has disengaged from the front and have effectively turned their weapons upon our own troops. Originally your assignment would have been tough enough, but those techno-organic five-faced slargs will make it nearly impossible. Your orders are to head to the Central Fortress on our northern coastal grid. Reinforce their defenses and prepare for an assault from Quintesson forces. Ignore the Autobots and focus on the traitors; destroy every last scrappin' one of 'em. Show them what it means to betray the mighty Decepticon Empire.