"I am a Decepticon," Flyby innocently points out. "That thing knocked out most of our weapons when the fight started, so I had to improvise."
"Alerting doctor Forcep, captain," Motherboard interrupts.
Shatterpoint grits his metal teeth.
"Anywho, good work there, pilot," Topside summarizes, "Now I... could use some medical attention."
"Will she be alright, miss?" Greasemonkey asks Spectrum, a hint of worry creeping through his usual calm.