~ THE MOON ~
LONGHAUL: So, where is this magical decepticon who's going to solve all of our problems?
BATTLE CONVOY: Don't know. We'll have to scout around for him.
RAVAGE: You're going nowhere. I suggest you get comfortable, because this rock is
going to be your grave.
SLAYER: That Voice...It's that Filthy Traitor, Ravage!
*The Stealthions emmerge from their hiding places*
RAVAGE: Traitor? No, I am obeying the orders of our leader! You are the traitors,
not only to the empire, but to evolution!
BATTLE CONVOY: If you think your weak Flesh is going to make THIS obsolete...
*Battle Convoy Draws the Sword of Fury*
You've got another thing coming. DECEPTICONS! DEMOLISH THE ENEMY!
SLAYER: That's what I like to hear! No more talk of fixing defects and cripples! It's time to get down like Black Arachnia down on anything with a spark! HIYA!
WRAITH: Arg!
ONWARD!
