"The first one I never saw alive myself, but we found more than one miner devoured before it was caught and killed. The second... I ended up on the wrong side of a deliberate cave-in with." Megatron's smirk was sharp, too much teeth as one hand briefly drifted over first chestplate, and then the large sparklight.

He had no idea how the sparkeater had died. He knew he'd been severely damaged when he woke up after the cave in, and he and the sparkeater had stared at each other while it squirmed free of the tons of rocks that had nearly crushed it; the only reason Megatron hadn't been more injured was a large slab that had jammed diagonally above him, but he had been dying anyway.

It had come free, and then... Shaking his helm, he looked back at the Prime, shrugging.

"It was. Sentinel Prime was responsible for introducing more drones, since it wouldn't just give us more free time, it'd lessen the miners available for the sparkeaters... for less pay." Lessen the time they worked and give less pay, and believe it'd increase their quality of function? Humph.

"Horrible? Perhaps. Reality, Prime, and we need some way to effectively take care of the sparkeaters, since drones in the mines or not... I would think they'd search wider for their food if they have to." Megatron snorted, and gestured out at the city; simply put, sooner or later the sparkeaters would search wider... In fact, why hadn't he already found more?

... Not that the reality of sparkeaters was widely known, or had been. So there was that.