The Replacement Killer
"Sweeps, TERMINATE HIM!" Scourge bellowed pointing a talon at the mech who was, at that moment, frantically trying to dig his way through the collapsed corridor of the underground base.
"Primus, noooooo" the bot moaned as he turned, pressing his chassis to the rubble. The Sweeps had split into three groups. Three of them advanced down the center of the wide underground tunnel, while two groups of two flanked him to either side. Scourge stood, arms folded across his chest, some distance behind watching his Pack as they moved in for the kill.
"You should have known we would find you eventually, Scrap" Scourge taunted as his minions closed the pincers of the three pronged advance. "Your only hope would have been to find an access point to the old megatubes that run through this region. And even then it would have been chancy at best that you could find an egress point close enough to Iacon before we caught up to you."
"Doesn't matter now," Brakepad replied, "I've sent the data via burst