[center][color=a187be][H2]Septishock[/H2][/color][/center]
Septishock's single eye twitched in annoyance. The ruckus had not yet been taken care of, and if blowing up the door was the next plan, then it certainly was not de-escalating either. Of course, he couldn't really blame anyone for ineptitude as the Predacons had successfully cut off their metaphorical head, leaving them to flounder without leadership. Furthermore, the others, at least, were trying; Septishock had not yet lifted a finger to help. Wordlessly, Septishock began soft-hacking the ship, first by letting it know that the captain had died, and then quickly subverting himself, as a science officer, into a leadership position with levels of command and access that normally exceeded his station. They were in disarray, and someone had to take control. Keeping his eye on the sensor readouts, his sole point if interest, Septishock routed control of the ship's reactors as well as the intercom system to his console.

[color=a187be]"This is Science Officer Septishock speaking,"[/color] his voice reverberated throughout the ship through the many emergency communication speakers, [color=a187be]"Predacons, please state your demands and we will consider them. Your current violence is disruptive to my concentration, so I ask that you desist. I am currently poised to jettison the ships energon fuel reserves. Doing so will leave us all stranded in space, sentenced to drift aimlessly for an indefinite period of time, during which we will probably all kill each other until not a single one of us remains. I am sure this is a fate neither of us wants. Though our mission was to find the missing Maximal ship, doing so would inevitably give us clues as to the location of this so-called, 'Megatron', who I assume you are looking for. But we have reached our destination and the trail has run cold. So if you don't settle down and allow me to scan for our mutual objectives, we may never end up finding what we want."[/color]