"Soundwave..." Astrotrain grunts, as he shoves a crate full of cables and sundry items out of a bunker, "...can stick his face in my exhaust." The big triplechanger s have been put on task by the Tape Commander, for his nefarious master plan of the week. The large, broadchested mech, veritable workhorse of the Decepticon Army is complaining to himself again. "Get a few sweeps out of supply hauling, I get suckered into this. Stupid drones can't even shoot straight, and I'm wearing out the grips of my joints keeping things running." He huffs to himself giving the supply crate one last shove, then stands back. His hands go to his hips as the ground crews start to get to work, their task to fortify the power station against enemy targets. Things are going down at Fort Scyk, deep in Decepticon