"Uh..." Bulkhead was dumbstruck by the seemingly civil request, unable to pull up an immediate answer. "...Space bridge engineer?"
"Hmph. And you, old-timer?" The gun barrel lowered, the Decepticon leader motioning towards Ratchet with his gaze rather than his weapon. Bulkhead was jealous.
"...Well, I'm a field medic." The wisened bot answered a bit faster than his heavy squadmate.
Optimus glared sharply at the radical leader, grip tightening on his axe, prepared for whatever battle might start at a moment's notice. "I fail to see where this line of questioning is going, Decepticon!"
A scowl, as Megatron answered. "Here. Decepticons! What is your profession?!"
The loyal minions assembled behind him were quick to give an empassioned battle cry, metal hands proudly banging the insignia upon their chests.
"...You see, Autobot? I'm the only one who brought soldiers to this war."