Rodimus freezes, gets a sick feeling in the bottom of his fuel pump. This is the moment he's been dreading. The moment when he needs to carefully - very carefully - circumvent actually committing treason. Because it's certainly true that he does have valuable information regarding the Autobots. More than enough to convince the Decepticons of his...dedication.
"I-I..." Rodimus stammers briefly, his eyes locked on Starscream, trying not to look like he's desperately fishing for time. He clears his vocaliser and starts again, slowly. "I mean...I've got lots of information..."
He glances around thoughtfully, before raising a hand to count off on.
"I can give you the exact number of Autobots on Earth and more importantly, which..." Not a secret.
"...there's the open-channel comm-frequencies they've been using...." Also, not really a secret.
"And of course I'll give you the location of the base camp!" Going to lie about that one. "I assume they'll have moved it though....I haven't been there in over a month." He shrugs non-committally, hoping deep in his spark that this'll be enough to convince them.
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"I-I..." Rodimus stammers briefly, his eyes locked on Starscream, trying not to look like he's desperately fishing for time. He clears his vocaliser and starts again, slowly. "I mean...I've got lots of information..."
He glances around thoughtfully, before raising a hand to count off on.
"I can give you the exact number of Autobots on Earth and more importantly, which..." Not a secret.
"...there's the open-channel comm-frequencies they've been using...." Also, not really a secret.
"And of course I'll give you the location of the base camp!" Going to lie about that one. "I assume they'll have moved it though....I haven't been there in over a month." He shrugs non-committally, hoping deep in his spark that this'll be enough to convince them.