Mallet paid this no mind- what did he care if bots took an occasional swig from the fountain? He was more focused on other things, anyway. He was at a nearby terminal, and seemed to be looking at the crew manifest.
@Vexus_Prime @BlackBeltGamer98 Flareshot and Zepar receive a notification on their communicators: Phasewing, the forensics bot Zepar had tasked with investigating the anomalous transmissions, was trying to contact them.
Many light-years away from the Salvation and her crew, back on the ancient culture ark, the Decepticon heretics remain for now, refueling their ships from the station's supply of energon as Bludgeon awaited word from his spy. Per his instruction, many of the artworks within the station were being loaded aboard some of the vessels of the Twenty-sixth fleet- Bludgeon recognized their value and cultural significance, and would take back to Cybertron all that he could.
As he stands in the central gallery, admiring the massive monument in the center of the chamber, he overhears a team of underlings grumbling something about wasting time with dusty relics while the fate of the Empire and all of Cybertron teetered so close to oblivion. Bludgeon scowls behind his mask; such a disregard for art and culture was another flaw he found in the current structure of the Decepticons. The pragmatism and cold logic favored by the likes of Megatron and Shockwave might've been the driving force behind many a Decepticon victory, but when the Autobots were defeated, Bludgeon feared that, under such philosophies, the race of transformers would become little better the soulless automatons that served so many organic creatures throughout the cosmos.
Bludgeon was determined to not let that happen. With the Omega Lock's divine power at his fingertips, he would scrape away Megatron, the Autobots, and all the other cancerous elements of cybertronian society, as how space barnacles were scraped from the hull of a mighty warship.