Also he has performed outstandingly in lieu of this most recent Decepticon threat.” Perceptor’s voice was highly automated and each syllable was uttered clearly without wavering, “Remember Ratchet, Omega Supreme served his purpose in the Great War. He remembered that Perceptor was still his superior, same as he was so many stellar cycles ago when Ratchet had been dragged into Project Omega by his fenders. “In other words, you plan to euthanize Omega and cash in on his lifeless shell.” Ratchet fumed. Perceptor shook his head, “For the safety of Cybertron the Science Guild has decided to deactivate him.” He will be placed once again into a modified form of stasis synonymous to the sleep mode he was in while serving as your repair ship.” “We plan to retire Omega Supreme as an active space vessel. Ratchet was taken aback, “Of course he’s not! The Science Guild determined that millions of stellar cycles ago.” “Due to his severe processor damage, you understand Omega Supreme is no longer fit for military service.” Perceptor said emotionlessly. “Decommission Omega Supreme?” Ratchet’s surprised words echoed, bouncing off the corridors of the Metroplex where he and Perceptor were walking side by side. Turning away, he continued to shout, “SARIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” “She’s got to be somewhere, and I’m not giving up until I found out where.” Now she’s lost!”īumblebee gasped in exasperation. “We wouldn’t have to find her if we hadn’t left the maintenance district in the first place. It was unlike Bulkhead to vent publicly, but right now he was in a fright. “Don’t you start that, now! We have to find her!” “’We know this city.’”īumblebee rotated around with astonishing speed and squinted up at Bulkhead, his chin practically grazing the latter’s vast chest. “’She’ll be right with us the whole time’,” Bulkhead mocked as he huffed and puffed to keep up with Bumblebee. “SARIIIIIIII!!!” Bumblebee’s shouting made bots on the sidewalks send him questioning looks as he dashed through starlit streets.
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