Four fusion cannons were mounted by the bridge, their soul purpose being to intercept anything that tried to assault the command center. There was also a line of missile turrets running down the prow that could be made to aid the fusion cannons if the need arose.
Magnobolt looked if there were any specific weaknesses to the fusion cannons and missile turrets.
The cannons had no obvious weak point to target.
“As I thought.” Magnobolt said. “We’ll have to do this the hard way.” he spoke to his team.
Zepar looked at the rest of the data, trying to find something to eliminate his doubts of this call for help.
Shockwave’s files mention the cyclops’ strict adherence to logic- though he was not entirely without emotions, he more than kept them in check and rarely acted upon them. Indeed, his own logs almost never gave mention to whatever opinions he may have held on his many projects.
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Zepar looks over those notes, curious about those rare instances where Shockwave gave his opinions on his projects.
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These few instances mostly ranged from comments here and there about the logistical and financial costs of his works, to various remarks about his colleagues- mostly on their inability to share his perception of certain subjects.
He has a practical view of things. Zepar thought before leaning back and thinking, trying to be logical and practical.
From what he knew as fact, Bludgeon was a huge danger to their race because his actions would more than likely doom all Cybertronian life to total extinction and Shockwave seemed like the kind of guy that wanted to learn all he could; that sort of thing isn’t exactly possible when there is literally no future on the horizon.
I’ll expect a trap but I will hope this is a rescue mission for Shockwave; he thought, Primus preserve and protect us all.
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“So when are we going to do this?” Sidewire asked. “I am itching for a opportunity to kick a little bit of aft!”
Sidestrike facepalms. “Literally your excitement for suicide missions will get you killed one day.” he remarks.
“Well.” Sidewire said stretching. “What can I do?” he asked. “It’s in ma 'Con DNA.”
Paradox sighed. “And that’s why he is the idiot of the group.” he mutters.
“Hey I’ve heard that!” Sidewire said.
“I haven’t.” Paradox deadpans.
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“_C_NA.” Zepar chuckled.
Flyby speaks over the comm:\
“We’ll be coming out of trasnwarp soon, captains,” he says. “I hope you’re wrapping things up in there.”
“CNA?” Sidewire asked.
“Did you literally forget?” Sidestrike asked. “It’s our biological template.”
Sidewire chuckles not knowing what it meant.
“Just how long did you spent with those terran stuff you always do?” Sidestrike asked.
Sidewire shrugs.
“Clearly, too long.” Paradox remarks, folding his arms.
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Zepar seemed anxious.
He was excited at the chance to get back at his enemies but there was no doubt about it, he was very nervous, afraid, even; of what dangers lied ahead in this rescue mission.
Zepar shrugs at Sidewire, “DNA, CNA, they serve the same function: the essential building blocks of life on Earth and Cybertron, respectively.”
“Oh…” Sidewire said. “I’ll be sure to incorporate this word into my references vocabulary.”
“References Vocabulary?” Techwarp asked, chuckling. “Now, I thought you were a bit crazy…but that crazy?”
“I take it as a compliment.” Sidewire said, finishing stretching. “It’s not that often that you see a Cybertronian with a bit more style, let alone a Con.”
“Style?” Paradox asked.
Zepar smiled, He’s not exactly wrong there. he thought.
“What are you smiling at!” Sidewire asked.
“Your jokes.” Zepar said simply.
“Eh, finally someone with a sense of humor.” Sidewire aplaus.
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Zepar nods and looks at the group to see if anyone had anything they wished to say.