"Lack of resources," Knock Out sighs, making an empty gesture with one hand. "Without any means of long-range communication, or transport capable of taking us off this planet...we're grounded. Can't get off Earth, can't reach Lord Megatron."
Truth be told, he could sound a little more disappointed about the latter. But even as much as he's been wanting to ensure they escape Megatron's wrath, he's in no hurry to leave this planet just yet, and he won't be until he sees to TRIDENT. They'd crossed a line, and to someone like Knock Out, whose loyalties have always been more personal than ideological, the prospect of revenge is so much more immediately appealing than returning to the Decepticon front lines.
"We need to build up our supplies here. Breakdown needs a new arm, and a little extra firepower wouldn't hurt, either."
LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED
Truth be told, he could sound a little more disappointed about the latter. But even as much as he's been wanting to ensure they escape Megatron's wrath, he's in no hurry to leave this planet just yet, and he won't be until he sees to TRIDENT. They'd crossed a line, and to someone like Knock Out, whose loyalties have always been more personal than ideological, the prospect of revenge is so much more immediately appealing than returning to the Decepticon front lines.
"We need to build up our supplies here. Breakdown needs a new arm, and a little extra firepower wouldn't hurt, either."