Three of Facelift's assistants follow:
-Red, the Decepticon with the red right forearm.
-Clip, the woman with the single wing on her back.
-Drone, a tall, brawny insecticon with a jagged mouth overstuffed with teeth, two pairs of arms, and a myriad of varicolored eyes clustered on his forehead.
"Usual rules, I take it?" Clip asks nobody in particular.
"No intentional killings and keep the maiming to a minimum?" Red replies. "Yeah, sure."
Drone only growls deeply, rolling his bulky shoulders to loosen himself up.
Facelift reaches for the canister, wanting to see this for himself.
"He got a bomb dropped on him, is what," one of the medics replies. "He's lucky to be alive."
Salvo takes the glaive from Gatecrasher and drags it onto a workbench. The minicon then hops down onto the floor and sprints into the armory. A rustling sound is heard as Salvo rummages through various weapons, before she returns to view a moment later, dragging an axe with dual energy blades behind her from over her shoulder.
"Hey, could you get that spear with the recall jets from the top shelf?" she asks one of her colleagues, who obliges, grabbing a spear with a long, pointed tip and tiny jets built into its shaft.
The spaceport's docking cradle pulls away from Salvation, releasing the Fleetcarrier and allowing her to hover freely above the ground. She rumbles as her pilot begins to guide her between the cliffs, angling her nose upward as he did so.
"You really haven't," the female guard says, shaking her head.
"Now come on. Let's get outta here before Mutt finds us."