“I dunno. The state’s.”
“Well, that’s the thing; if you give a bully like him a reaction, it just encourages them.” He said.
Backstop nodded.
“Maybe you’re right, but if you wanted so much to learn about Skywarp, why didn’t you tried to enter in contact with the ex-Decepticons? Like Agent Ravage of the Tripredacus Council?”
“I didn’t think about that.” He replied, “I thought they were busy enough or were so old they’d gone senile…or they were dead.”
“What? What State?!”
“Actually, they are still healthy and fine. They are… Relatively small, and granted some of them are higher than the regular civilians, but they are there.”
“Uh… Yeah.”
Then Weirdwolf suddenly facepalmed with his paw.
“Don’t tell me that they redacted that too.”
Scylla looked confused at Scaleraker.
“I doubt the Vehicons have left them alone.” Transwarp said.
Backstop nodded sadly, suddenly changing his expression to sadness and quilt.
“What’s wrong?” Warp asks.
He returns the look.
“…Ssssort of.” Slyther chuckled.
“Even I feel the weight on our mission.”
“Oh, god! They redacted 'em!” Weirdwolf said.
Beetle looked confused at him.
“And uhm… Who are your targets?”
“What did they redact?” Scaleraker asked exasperated
“The two Decepticon prisons.”
“So your a criminal then. What for?”
“For bein’ a frakkin’ Decepticon!” Weirdwolf said, stopping. “Listen: how many Decepticons are still around?”
"I misunderstood you, I thought you meant a prison run by decepticons. and as far as I know, none.
“None?!”
“Well, maybe one. There was that Transwarpguy… He said he was a descendant of Skywarp.”
“Never heard of him.”