((You are?))

 

((Yes... and the decepticons aren't doing as good because of my faults. I must change that.))

 

((Yeah, a random attack every few months isn't that good of a plan.))

 

((Well they are having more internal problems right now. But, no one cares about them, so I guess it's irrelevant ))

 

((They do care, it's just that they aren't doing anything worthwhile.))

 

((Well wgat could be worthwhile then? I say they invade, I say they get closer, but no one cares ))

 

((I honestly don't know.))

 

((Get wanna do some stuff with the Creticons? ))

 

((what could we do?))

 

((I have an idea, you just need to set them up in a daily life scene))

 

((Okay. Will do that in a bit.))

 

((So, just daily life?))

 

((Yes))

 

((Okay.))

Wingclaw, Wingspan, and Talon were all sitting together eating Energon steak. Talon in particular was tearing her's up pretty viciously.

 

Flatsnout was nowhere to be found

 

"Snout? Where are you? You're missing dinner." Wingclaw called out in their warehouse home.

 

Snout looked down from a beam above them
"In a minute..."

 

"What are you doing up there?"

 

"Im... I don't know... I feel like something wrong..."

 

"You do?"