Tyhryl Shipyards
Decepticon Territory
Tyhryl Shipyards – a massive assemblage of struts, tubes, spires and equipment that radiated outward from a central hub like a massive metal spider web. It was the largest drydock facility in Decepticon space and the center of construction for their fleet; practically every warship commissioned had been either constructed or serviced here at some point in its life. It was now the home of the ancient super Transformer Orcunis.
Northclaw stood on a platform overlooking the drydock where Orcunis was undergoing his refit, watching the yard workers crawl over the hull. His team had managed to get Orcunis to the warp gate before Autobot or EDC patrols could intercept them and his structural integrity had held up to the stresses of gate travel. The only real hiccup had occurred on exit; his engines had finally died, but by then they had already reached Tyhryl and were in range of the dockyard's fleet of tugs. Work on refurbishing the giant had begun almost as soon as the yard master had found a vacant berth. He was the only member of the recovery team who had remained at Tyhryl. His fellow Dragoons had returned to Earth to pack up the equipment from their base and destroy what they couldn't move. Dynabreaker and Datamatrix had returned with them to resume their duties along the Grand Banks and Sustain had been recalled to Charr. The Constructicons had been reassigned to the Destron system for reasons Northclaw hadn't been told.
Northclaw caught movement from the corner of his optic, glanced in Orcunis's direction and saw his wings quivering slightly. He knew the workers were slowly bringing Orcunis out of his long stasis, a process that was as time-consuming as his refurbishment, but necessary as no one wanted to wake him too soon and have him destroy his berth in a panic. The slight shaking could have been the giant rousing but it could have also been caused simply by the movement of the construction crews. The entire process of waking and refurbishing Orcunis would keep him out of service for several decacycles; Northclaw didn't even know what Decepticon High Command had planned for him afterwards. He thought it would be nice if Orcunis could serve in the Eisen Dragoons and he knew that Scavendrill had left a copy of the blueprints he'd been working on with the dockmasters. He knew, however, that it was unlikely that those plans would be adapted by the yard workers and an assignment to the Dragoons was wishful thinking at best.
Northclaw turned his thoughts to the reports he'd seen concerning the Autobots that had tried to interfere with his team's recovery efforts. Only one of the Autobots involved had managed to escape even minor injuries; most of the rest were going to be laid up in the restoration chambers for awhile. The bodies of at least two Autobots had been so shattered as to be deemed unsalvageable; a spark transfer had been required to save them from termination. He'd also heard scuttlebutt that Autobot Central Command had convened a hearing in to the matter and that Vector Maximus was somehow involved. He wasn't clear on the details; most of what he heard changed depending on who told the story, and he had a natural suspicion of such gossip.
Northclaw watched a technician scraping rust off Orcunis's metal skin a moment before turning towards the nearest airlock. He had to catch a transport to Khyos soon; Archanubis would be looking for his report on his initial mission to Earth and he saw no reason to delay that delivery any further. The Eisen Dragoon commander had also wanted to talk to him about something "important," though he hadn't been specific. Archanubis had always been somewhat secretive, but he'd become more so in recent decacycles. It didn't really matter in the end; Northclaw was just grateful to be finally going home.