Dead Bots Tell No Tales

* In the midst of the insanity, Scattershot wanders to the front of the Ark, and stands by the door. He glances back at everything...

I have no sympathy for any of you Cosmic Rust-infected  scraplets and no more patience to pretend otherwise. Gentlemechs, I wash my hand of this weirdness.

* He leapts promptly into an Ark front door that has just appeared.

...oh bugger.

* Someone on the Nemesis has been rather busy, and statis pods are being floated to the surface, the ones that didn't work for the nefarious purposes below inside. One begins to float away from the rest. The Terrorcon, Cutthroat, lands on it and starts to peck at it, idly in boredom.

*A moment later, a blast clears him away in quite a hurry. A gun points up through the hole, and then from it emerges the legendary(in his own mind) leader of the Technobots, <s>Captain</s> Scattershot! He glances around, then pulls a leg off the protoform inside.

Sorry, mate. Mind if we make a quick detour?  *waits for the response he knows won't come*  Good. Didn't think you would.

* A few minutes later, he pulls himself back aboard a rather large ship, and hands the leg to Nosecone.

[Nosecone] What took you so long, sir?

Complications arose, ensued, and were overcome. Now then, where's my crew? *turns to the others* You, Technobot!

[Nosecone] Strafe, sir.

Yes, Strafe. Are you prepared to battle and destroy Decepticons, and face almost certain death?

* Nothing.

Mr. Strafe!

[Nosecone] Remember, he's a mute, sir? He lets the Kremzeek talk for him. Wouldn't you figure the Pit?

*optic shutter* Mr. Strafe's... Kremzeek. Same question.

[Strafe's Kremzeek] Kremzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

[Nosecone] ...mostly we figure that means yes.

* Scattershot slaps his forehead, then points forward.

Come on, gents. We have work to do. Let's snap to it!

((Yes, a blatant Pirates ripoff, but then again, this version of Scattershot is intended to be.  =p))