"Hn. Blinded by his arrogance and station. Not that unusual, really. He just happens to be the worst I've seen." He huffed through his vents, switching to comms as he lead the way down the hall.

::Hnn. This whole place is shielded. Can't get a solid signal out, but at least local communications work. And I've had a few, though most of it was simply training. Your situation has been the most stubborn, though I've experienced a few with far more problems than this.::

There really didn't seem to be anyone on duty. The first open room they passed as he talked was obviously an energon preparation room - great stacks of cubes, in rare, gleaming vintages lit up the wall, with containers of metal additives and garnishes cleanly labeled.

The decadent, energy-rich, metallic smell in the air was enough to make his fuel tanks ping in hunger.