Cyclonus steps out onto the Tarmac, looking over the assorted missile launchers, guns, cannons, anti-aircraft weaponry... Cyclonus looks past Fusillade, to Scrapper, "How many of these can brough online at once, given current power supplies?" Smokescreen steps out of Autobot City so as to look over the gathered Decepticons and the guns that they bring. Surely, there's more to see here than just Smokey...right? "Evening." he nods. "At least...I think it's evening. Hard to tell without a sun ,right?" ...to more hauling. Maybe he could find an excuse to stick around, after all. --End--