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Megatron.

The initial explosions had been set and detonated. Arcee's warriors had infiltrated gradually over the past few cycles, bypassing the tightened security with the utmost caution and with only a trickle of success. They would still be hard pressed to secure a truly "surprising" onslaught. 

Arcee herself was moving quietly, her Captain Chromia at her side, into the city. 

"The spy was meant to be disabling their bridges at this time."

"Yes."

"Shall she succeed, you think?"

Arcee smirked, "I think so. I battled her once. She was formidable."

"The seeker shall have to keep up his end of the bargain no matter the outcome."

There was only so much they could do to keep themselves and their intentions concealed. Border control around Vos had been heightened to extremes. Megatron's outreaching forces were already moving towards the other city-states. The very public strife between Vos and Kaon was known after a horrific incident involving a school. 

Still, they had done their best to rig what explosives they could around the borders of the city and sneak a few warriors inside the city. They had only to wait for Arcee's signal to set off the explosions, and begin to engage during the distraction. 

Friends, my friends, you've pledged to us today for a home safe from fear...When Mother Cybertron is free. 

I go to fight for the blue skies beyond us. Those old blue skies of home. I go to fight for those blue skies remind me of a way of life that's pure; of the truth of that must endure. In a city called Vos in the old blue skies of home. 

Pray for this day as we journey back towards them; these old blue skies of home. Let all the blood of the Cons spill upon them! Until they've payed for what they've wrought, taken back the lies they've told. Until there's peace again in Vos...and we're safe again in White Hall... In a land where honor lives and breathes; the old blue skies of home!

We gave our lives for the blue skies of Vos!

Those old blue skies of home...

To life, my friends...

There are not enough words in Cybertronian, Earthlish, or bad slang from either language to describe how much Bonecrusher hates his life right now.

This just in: being confined to base is BORING AS SLAG.

Everyone else gets to go to the new Cybertron, but apparently, we have to stay here because we made a bridge without authorization.

SHOCKWAVE WENT TO THE NEW CYBERTRON. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? FRAGGIN' "STEWARD OF CYBERTRON" HOPPED ON OVER TO THE WRONG ONE, WHAT FRAGGIN' JOKE.

I'm gonna kill somebody if we don't see some kind of action soon. I am sick to FRAG of Sounders peekin' in on us every two nanos to make sure we're not "up to anything". Frag off, fragface.

I think Mix is havin' some kind of withdrawals. He keeps whining and drawing thin Seeker wings in energon.

By the way, they brought back a fragton of Energon, so there's that.

The Autobots are kind of fragged off that they don't have an easy out on us anymore. It ain't got any easier with everybody partying on the wrong damn planet, though.

Devastator keeps wantin' out. He's the last line of defense, and he don't like bein' trapped any more than we do.

M'gonna go pound a few holes in somethin' livin' before I snap.

He shrugged, following along slowly just behind Dirge, "I don't think he likes me at all..."

Skywarp started at the entry, his wings fluttering before he saw who it was and settled once more. “O-Oh. Hi, Dirge.”

He didn’t feel comforted knowing that Megatron was onto him trying to skitter out of sight. If he should get wind of any damning suspicion…It just would have to not come to that. “Well, if Lord Megatron says so…” He got off his berth and made to follow the other seeker.