[b]Pre Slam [/b]

[b]Antarctica[/b]

Jhiaxus had taken care of the intruder and left him and his battered mech for dead 

He still wore the insignia and shape of an Autobot which gave him an additional edge in the previous fight

"Status report?"
"We are now ready to proceed sir."
"Excellent, ready the signal"

As much as it disgusted him have him and his troops to wear the insignia of an Autobot and Decepticon Jhiaxus was not a blind to see to weaken the Autobots was to weaken their Human allies trust with them. 

Such a flawed ideology Prime championed, Organics were primitive and reactionary. Slaves of their own base instincts and wants, inferior beings unable to put the many over their privileged few. 

They disgusted him

Watching them use machinery in combat was akin to a single celled organism attempting to imitate a Primordial, such a desperate attempt to climb the evolutionary ladder made his transistors spark. 

The broadcast had begun

"As you can see before you we have destroyed a base belonging to one of your Special Forces units called the Titans, we are the Cybertronian Alliance!" Jhiaxus said in his Autobot facade 

"We are a collation of Autobots and Decepticons who seek to end our manipulation at the hands of our true enemies, the organics! Starting today we will begin targeting your population centers, to do what Prime is too weak to carry out and what Megatron is too incompetent to finish. Beware fleshlings! Know that you're beloved defenders are finished heeding your pitiful cries for aid."

Jhiaxus had to suppress his urge to smile at how badly this will smear the Autobots image in the future. As satisfying as it was to destroy Prime in physical combat, watching him suffer emotionally brought him even greater pleasure. He could never forget San Francisco's destruction and Primes pained voice begging him to stop.