Dicius started to go to the Command Station.
"So, why exactly are we here?"
Loudmouth points at the ship.
"Not good" Dicius said.
"So what are we supposed to do?"
"I hailed them on the comma but no response." Loudmouth says.
"He wants your opion." Flashback translates
"Well for starters. It's a Decepticon WarWorld. Not many of those puttering around. Blackshadow Trashed most of them. And it's too clean to be Deathasuar's."
"How dangerous it is?"
"So who's is it?" Loudmouth asks.
"You see that big lens on the Front?"
@KingOfCatfish"Someone who is very meticulous and orderly. It can't be shockwave cause he's dead."
"It can one-hit a Titan."
"So, what do we do about it?"
"Well, depending on who's on the ship, we can either be fine, or in a heap of trouble."
"Great, back to square one." Loudmouth says agitated.
"He means that's for the information." Flashback says,
The Warworld hailed the Storm's wrath, the screen showing a vauge area where a bunch of Decepticons with the same model were working.
"Reflector?" Dire, disappointed, muttered,"I was hoping for someone a lot cooler."
Loudmouth rolls his optics. "Yes, this is Lpudmouth captive of Storm's Wraith."
"Greeting Loudmouth," Replied the screen. None of the Visable Reflector components adressed loudmouth, continuing their work.
"Creepy as ever," Dire muttered.
"And you are?"