Sklog hadn't dealt with a whole lot of purposefully harmful toxins in his life time but he had dealt with a lot of processor affecting  agents that were used to turn him into a lean mean killing machine. "Sklog no... good at fighting... insides! Sklog's insides weak." he said in a panicked tone as he barely walked along with the help of the other two bots. It was a good thing that Prism and Turbulence were there to help Sklog along because without them he would defiantly be falling over by this point. As they got closer to the elevator shaft Turbulence turned into his flying alt-mode to which Sklog eagerly clung to in the hopes of at least having his hand servos lock into place once he grabbed on so he wouldn't fall off. The Dinobot managed to turn his head to see the sad form of Blackarachina, Sklog became saddened as well in thinking about his failure. He was [i]literally[/i] made for war but he was barely able to keep Blackarachnia, one of the bots that his brethren were based off of, off of Prism and some deception scientist managed to take her out. Sklog felt useless but he also felt anger due to this, he wanted to be the strongest and best there was on this barren planet. 

Sklog [i]needed[/i] to be better.