The DJ presses a button behind the bar, and the lights of the Antillian Sunrise flicker to life. A holo-painting of the sunrise over desert dunes appears over the far wall, and tables and chairs rise up from the floor.
“More likely, Facelift snuck aboard the Salvation to escape Decepticon justice,” Shockwave speculates.
“Having seen what Megatron considers ‘justice’ myself, I’d be inclined to sympathetize with him,” Topside quips.
" ‘You Decepticons’?" Quasar repeats, suspicious. He frowns, and a second later he deploys a plasma cannon from his right forearm.
“Crazy what a little slip of the tongue can cost you, eh, Autobot spy?” Quasar taunts. “Like your life, for instance.”