The displays screens throughout the ship now project the upper body of a slender mech with gold and silver armor, and a long face taken up mostly by a singular round, orange eye. He wore a black cape over his left shoulder, and his hands were clasped together before his chest.
"Our warmest greetings to you, Excalibur," he opens with an eerily, unnaturally calm voice, that betrayed, however, a faint trace of a fanatic energy.
"We are... pleased, to play host to envoys of Cybertron and the original colonies, and beyond that the heroes that, so we are told, stand against the Heralds of Unicron. A diplomatic shuttle will be arriving to board your warship within the hour. I hope that will be sufficient time for you to adequately prepare. That is all, for now."
The message ceases, and the Functionist disappears.
As the diplomatic shuttle flew out to the Excalibur, little did they know that the free people of Muto were sending out a welcome wagon of their own...