"He didn't say," Grommet answers.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the Decepticon heretics were bickering amongst themselves, as villains such as they were so apt to do.
"The responsibility of keeping Shockwave out of the hands of our enemy did fall to Thunderblast," Obsidian says, with the aforementioned head of the Twenty-sixth fleet no more than a few paces away. "It seems the 'responsibility of blame' now rests upon-"
Obsidian couldn't finish his remark before Thunderblast swiftly closes the distance between the two of them, drawing one of her swords and pressing the tip of the blade against his neck. Obsidian's body tenses, a nearby Strika clenches her fists, and Banzaitron lets slip a low whistle.
"I will not suffer your prattle on the bridge of my own vessel!" she hisses, glaring murderously at the general. "Certainly not from one too weak and timid to face his enemies from anything less than a maximum safe distance!"
"So says the one who has yet to leave the confines of her own ship since our journey began!" Obsidian retorts.
Thunderblast withdraws the blade, and Obsidian relaxes.
"Perhaps if I were to join our next battle with the Salvation personally," she says, her calm facade returning, "the chance of a victory will be more likely, what with a competent bot with a spine directing the troops."