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"And what now?"
"We 'Warriors Elite' are an, hmm....eccentric....group, but none of us are deserters. The Decepticon Empire is too enjoyable to leave. Where else could we exercise our darker impulses. We may go incommunicado for a while, but that just means something's got our attention. Unlucky for whomever that may be."
"Indeed. What's with this sudden interest in organic worlds, I wonder? The natives are so.....fragile. I can't imagine why there's such keen interest across the fleets. Well, no, that's not true. It has to be energy related, in some form. It always is. More power to them, I suppose. I would hate to have come this far in the war only to be done in by starvation."
”My fellow Decepticons! Words... Words cannot describe the pride I feel over all we have accomplished together today! You fought with bravery. You fought with purpose. You fought for freedom! Today we took a major step towards the final Decepticon victory!” The deep, commanding voice of the victorious warlord boomed across the hangar.
”This victory did not come without a cost. A burden that keeps growing every vorn this accursed war continues without a resolution. Today we lost many good Decepticons. Our brothers and sisters who did not deserve their fates. We will honor them and mourn them. But none of them. None of them died in vain. We will end the war. We will carry the torch and turn Megatron’s vision of a new, better Cybertron to a reality. We are Decepticons. We do not falter. Long live Megatron! Long live the Decepticons!”
”VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY TO DECEPTICONS!
”Do as they say, Autobots. Our fight is over,"
"Do you think Jhiaxus will be expecting us? Is he aware that he failed to conceal his destination?" Reflector asked, turning to face the senior officers of the fleet.
"Whatever time and isolation has done to addle his once storied genius, he is no fool in the realm of technology. If we were able to trace his location back to LV-117, it is because we were meant to do so. We must be prepared for a trap," Cyclonus said.
Seawing wrote:"We have won a great battle against the Bots but still have a sting left by the traitor scientist. This is why we need to train and be ready for whatever we come up against. The captured Bots won't be of too much use except the Technobots for data mining on the gestalt process."
Seawing wrote:"We will be doing some sparring and hopefully this thing can generate a sea environment for us. I got so tired of all the dust and rock being around us while we were at Garrus-9. Maybe we can invite the Terrorcons in on some fun to see which group is better. All we have to do is let them slip into their bestial states and then we will win by sheer intelligence."
Skalor wrote:"If Snaptrap is taking part, I'm in. He'll keep them in check. if he's not--no way. Hungrr and his crew will eat us all. We're good but I'm not stupid. We're out of our element here, even if we can conjure up some fake ocean."
Fortress Maximus wrote:”Do as they say, Autobots. Our fight is over."
(imported from Cascadia's post in The Convergence)
The Semper Tyrannis--Hangar-->Corridors
Just as Ion Storm began to proceed to leave out of the ship's hanger, he heard what Shrapnel was saying to Goldrush. He did not care what he was saying except when he saw small volts of electricity crisscrossing the Insecticon's antennae. The two of them had similar abilities but slightly different. After watching the display, he rolled his optics.
"Wonderful display of electricity, Shrapnel..."
and gave the hand sign for whatever to Shrapnel while a bolt came out of each of his pointer fingers.
"...but, whatever..."
He walked out of the hanger and headed into the corridors.
The Semper Tyrannis--Hangar
Nova Storm watched how Ion Storm was behaving. He face-palmed and shook his head. After a bit, he looked over at Acid Storm.
"Remind me again on why we were teamed up with him?"
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