Actaeon would get his new shield ready. He transforms into his space-fighter altmode and soars towards the Heretics’ ships. It was better to strike now then to wait for the enemy to strike first.
Driftburn wanders around the halls looking for himself, when he hears Scrapshot muttering alone in a room. He came in on hearing Scrapshot calling himself the “real fake”.
Driftburn huffs aloud alerting Scrapshot if his presence,
“I was thinking the same. I’m the real fake… but seeing your sorry aft-pipe makes me question our conclusions.”
“So what do you suggest?”
Driftburn smiles walking into the room,
“Starting now, we’re both real, neither of us is the fake… so let’s protect this key from those heretics… Big brother would’ve done the same.”
Scrapshot raises a brow ridge,
“Would he? He was extremely dedicated to the decepticon cause… although he was honorable when dealing with us. We really didn’t know that much about him. There’s a chance that if he was still alive that-”
Driftburn grabs Scrapshot and lifts him to his feet,
“Then who am I? Am I not what we thought what we knew of our brother? I honestly doubt that he would betray us like that, but we both know he’s dead. We both saw it…”
Scrapshot backs off,
“Fine… We both will live as if we’re both real, but at the end of the day we might become one, like we used to be and when that happens, I doubt the both of us will be around.”
Scrapshot looks at the key,
“Our current objective is to protect this key at all costs. We aren’t a triple-changer anymore, heck we can’t even transform… so we’ll need each other to protect this key…”
Driftburn nods and readies his weapons.
Daria completely calm throughout this occasion points her Big Stick at Nova Prime and pulls a different trigger, partly hoping that chaos-rift combuster would come into play. She comments to Gatecrasher, “Good save.”