Scylla seemed to panic.
"WHAT?!" Megatron yelled.
"Sorry boss..." said Blastcharge.
"My excuses royalty...." Inferno said.
The two damaged Vehicon generals were staying in front of him, in an extremely poorly lit room. The diagnostic drone was hovering around them, holding a tablet in hand. Tankor was also there, looking from his leader to his two friends.
"Excuses? Excuses for what?! You just lost ALL of our Swarm and Scrapmetal drones to a rogue general and a... a... a ghost, you incompetent germs!"
"Royalty, if you would just give us the time to heal ourselves..."
"No! No time! You disappointed me again, Inferno."
Suddenly a trapdoor opened under the two, and Blastcharge and Inferno were let to fell into the dark void, yelling.
"And I cannot afford disappointments."
"Sire, I just received a message from Spy Streak." the Medical Drone said.
"The battleground seemed pretty much, to quote him, dead. There were no signs of survivals."
"I don't care! Tankor, go there and investigate the area."
Tankor nodded, before walking off.
"Put the manufacturing of scrapmetal and swarm drones on hold for now. Tell Spy Streak to spy Mirage and Starscream, alone."
The Medical Drone nodded.