Downburst gestures to the predacons on the tables behind Wildsong.
"Have at them," he says. "It's why you're here, after all, as I've stated."
Brainpan was pushing New Decepticon surgeons aside, practically drooling over the clones. Each one was a large and mighty beast, and would be formidable assets to Bludgeon's forces when complete.
As SideStep drove down to Engineering, he'd be able to see that Salvation had exited transwarp. Crew members were flocking to viewports to catch a glimpse at their destination.
"Hm. Good to find another kindred spirit aboard," Shatterpoint remarks.
"How you'd expect, mostly," Topside replies. "Like the combaticons, but less... stable, I guess."
Behind Topside, the transwarp drive shuts down, its rings grinding to a halt as the light leaves its conduits. Greasemonkey excuses himself to stride over to its controls.