The combaticons continued to work, making the inside edge of the rim steeper, as so a transformer could go right up to the edge and use it as cover. This earth was soft though, almost like sand to the cybertronians. It was organic based, and it disgusted them. However, they needed to prepare a base in the case that Megatron arrived, and they would do just that, although they were no Constructicons. They couldn't leave in order to find metal, after all, there were still those small organics which attacked them. They now knew that they needed to stick together here, and that meant doing everything together. Swindle was once again the first to speak, "well, I'm bored. When will those cowards return?' he said nonchalantly. Onslaught replied, "We don't know that, and we shouldn't care, we need to work" He was going to be sure to place some grenades underneath the spot that the organics disappeared from, that way, as soon as they returned, they would be sent sky high.