Chapter 7: The Transmission
The Fenlong, Bridge
"I do hope you bring me good news, Dezaras."
The bridge crew of the Fenlong peaked over their monitors at the unfeeling orb of Shockwave's eye. His face took up the full length and breadth of the bridge's window.
Dezaras stood at the front. He knew Shockwave didn't want to hear from him again unless he had a ship full of the Jungle Planet's finest warriors. But now the War World Commander had a different new plan in mind.
"Chancelor Shockwave, the situation is a bit more turbulent than we projected. The Predacons are a proud people, and what's more they are themselves at war. They will not supply us with any soldiers."
Shockwave was motionless.
"I assume that means you will be resorting to Plan B, and are thus tendering your resignation?"
"Not quite sir! I don't think we need to be so hasty with this planet. There may still be a way to get beasts on the Decepticon side of this war!"
Silence. Dezaras wondered why he bothered communicating via video.
"The Predarchy has a way to bestow beast forms upon their citizens. I'm this close to convincing their leader to use it on us. If my troops can become beasts, we won't need their aide. We'll only need basic training."
"Intriguing. How confident are you in this plan?"
"I think it would be a very logical path to pursue, eh Shockwave?" Dezaras said with a chuckle.
Shockwave's face was once again monolithic. At least moons orbited.
"You called me Chancellor. Recall that my new title is Supreme Commander, Dezaras. Don't contact Shadomaru until you're scheduling the inspection for your beast army."
The screen went dark.
Crossblade winced while his optics adjusted. A relieved wave of chatter broke amongst the bridge workers in the cyclops' absence.
"He hung up. What does that mean sir?"
Dezaras had a broad smile on his face.
"It means I still have a chance."