"This is Commander Rodimus of the Normandy. We read you, Swerve." the Leader said before waiting for a reply through the static coming through the speakers.
"...thank the Allspark. We feared the worst after our sensors picked up your ship and the damage it had suffered." the Autobot responded as the shuttle came in closer to the frigate.
"We have a repair team on board if you require assistance." he added.
"That would be greatly appreciated, Swerve. We will open up our shuttle bay and you can come on in." Rodimus replied.
"Will do, but I am afraid it will be a quick drop. My main orders are to get you back to Earth as quickly as possible. Things are falling apart back there." Swerve said back, earning a confused expression from all three Bots in the cockpit.
"Why? What exactly has happened?" the Commander asked.
"I can brief you on the way there, but let's just say that a whole lot of **** has hit the fan today...if you will excuse my french." Swerve replied.
"Consider it excused. I will be waiting for you in the shuttle bay with my team then." Rodimus responded as he looked over to Orion and gestured him to get the others.
Jazz burst into the storeroom turned makeshift meeting room with his usual flair. Optimus Prime sat at one end of the table, Prowl was seated at the other.
“Uh oh, what’s this?” Jazz joked. “High command meeting, huh? Better call in Wheeljack to weld this table down to the floor before it gets flipped over!”
Prowl tried to hold back the smile forming on his faceplate. “Welcome back to the land of moving parts, Jazz.”
Prime folded his hands on top of the table. “Alpha Trion isn’t here to question the morality of every course of action that Prowl might suggest, so I believe that our table will remain upright for the duration of this meeting.”
“We’ll keep this short and sweet,” Prowl said. “Your pals at Triple I? They’re actively working with the Decepticons.”
Jazz jerked his thumb back towards the door. “So what are we waitin’ for? Let’s go over there and straighten ‘em out—quick, fast and in a hurry!”
“Oh, I intend to pay the Intelligence and Information Institute a little visit, but not just yet.” Prowl replied. “I’ll let Teletraan-1 reject a few of their calls first while we figure out how best to deal with them.”
“The revelation that any human being would work with the Decepticons is puzzling to say the least, but although we are no longer allied with the Institute, the dissolution of that relationship does not absolve us of our responsibility to the inhabitants of this world.” Optimus Prime decreed. “I’ve summoned you here Jazz, because there is a situation in Bali that I would like you to rectify...”
“How long’s it been up there?” said Evayla as she leant on the farm gate. “It’s aesthetically unpleasant. It irritates me more and more.”
“I believe it’s been there for nearly a hundred and fifty years,” replied Divelj. “That’s when the Transformers arrived in our system.”
“The same old ship, just going round and round,” griped Evayla. “I thought that they had substitutes.”
“They’re fighting a war,” said Divelj. “They said it’s too big for us to fight. Their other ships are fully engaged. Anyway, why are you questioning it now? You never said anything before.”
“I don’t know,” replied Evayla. “Just instinct, I guess. Maybe it’s me who changed, not them and their ship. I’ve grown, spiritually speaking.”
“Be careful what you say and think,” said Divelj. “They can hear everything. They never sleep. Don’t antagonise them. They’re protecting us.”
Blight stood stood on the lowered ramp of the shuttlebay with a small group of Terracons and another Predacon, one in yellow and purple armour. The two of them watched as another large contingent of troops arrived at the Nemesis and stopped before then.
"And I think that it is it for any of our troops arriving here by foot, Scorponok." Blight said to his comrade who nodded in agreement.
"I think you're right, though I would prefer not to leave the others out there. But we wont be able to hold this location forever."
"I would not worry about such details, Scorponok. Our Lord already has something planned to ensure our brethren make it safely aboard. It is one of the reasons he chose this ship as a target of interest." the other Predacon replied before looking behind him at both Arcee and Jack who were on their knees and surrounded by Terracons.
"The quicker this ship is taken, the faster we can get these two into the brig." he added, gaining a knowing look from Scorponok.
"Well, Lord Galvatron and Laserback did take half of my troops with them to secure the CIC and the Engineering decks, I am sure we will hear something soon."
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Optimus Prime put his knuckles down on the console and leaned forward into the monitor. “At approximately twenty-one hundred hours, I will be leading a team of Autobots out into the Pacific Ocean to liberate the Blackrock offshore drilling platform from the clutches of the Decepticons. I advise your military to withdraw to a safe distance... there will be fireworks.”
“Now we’re talking, Prime! About how many troops are participating in tonight’s raid?”
“I haven’t decided on that as of yet, Agent Barnett. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. Teletraan, end transmission.”
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