Primus, forgive me. he prayed as he forced the warrior to be more pinned before he reached to claw out something in the center of the warrior’s chest, “Then surrender your Spark.” He growled as he tried to rip out his Spark Chamber.
“They want this as a new hive; scan for the Queen.” Zepar told Motherboard.
“And could someone find and shut down the Ground Bridge?” He calls on the open channel.
He holds the Spark Chamber carefully, briefly mourning the, no doubt, noble warrior it sustained. He looks at the Insecticons, “Tell your queen that, unless she wants us to defend ourselves like this, we want to talk or we will do everything in our power to defend our home and people.” He growled.
“Unless I need to use the Universal Greeting or take another life, I seek not to massacre you.” He warned, standing solemnly over the red Insecticon’s sparkless husk.
“Why do you think we are all the way out here?” Zepar asked.
“Primus is dying and we need the Omega Lock to restore him or there is no future for any Cybertronian life.” He told the Insecticons.
“Your Ground Bridge is working, if we can get communications running at its source, someone more equipped to help you may come.” He theorized.
OOC: He’s speaking in Ancient as well and is alluding to The Knights potentially coming to find them seeing as how that’s the main thing that likely got the Insecticons on this planet in the first place.
@Chromeharpoon As Gronius transformed to robot mode, his right shoulder in a pain, Alterion transformed mid-air, attempting to lad on the Insecticon, kicking his back.
Delta was slowly approaching the two Autobots. Her small size was making her a hard target, but her old terran alt mode was not fast enough for the current context.
Redstocker took a sip from a random glass or Energex, looking at the carnage outside.
“Oh, fine!” He yelled as he smashed the glass to the floor and started rolling his wheelchair out of the bar.
@MaxinePrimal “Broadwing, please!”
Song said, opening the door to see what was happening outside.
“Something is happening. It’s not time for training!”
The insecticon looks confused. Ground bridge, Primus, Omega Lock… these were unfamiliar terms. They shake heir head violently; the enemy was trying to confuse them, they decide.
The insecticon deploys what looked like a primitive gear shredder weapon, generating a spinning disc of energy between prongs jutting from its front.
“We take ship!” it repeats, snarling.
The insecticon is sent sprawling, before assuming beast mode.