"Well he's convinced me," Halfrunner remarks, taking a sip of his own drink.
Away from the bar, captain Topside could be seen sitting at a table with Flyby, Brakeswitch, and Broadband accompanying him. The captain was, at the behest of the other three, regaling them with a tale of a past battle.
"...The bridge is venting atmo, we've lost our engines, and if that wasn't bad enough, Starscream himself is digging his greasy talons into my neck- that's not an expression, either; the guy has something against personal maintenance, I swear..."
"I can vouch for him," Brakeswitch says. "He was on the Nemesis a few times back when Flyby and I were assigned to it. Megatron needs to tell him about oil baths."
This elicits a laugh from around the table.
"It was always a fascination of Megatron and the other Decepticon Lords," Shockwave says. "The fabled destructive fury of the predacons multiplied and condensed into one easily-controlled form. I had already begun research into modifying the necessary retrofitting procedures for predacon physiology before the truce was called."
Thrift raises an eyebrow.
"I can see from your wings that you already have a flight mode yourself," he remarks. "Maybe a couple, actually..."
The junkion narrows his eyes, then widens them again with a gasp.
"Hey! You're Starchaser, ain't ya? Wow, what an honor. I'd kiss your hand, but I don't have a mouth- and even if I did, I'm pretty sure you'd rip my face off, no offense."
His curiosity piqued, Greasemonkey tries to get a better look at the creature.