"Living!? LIFE DOES NOT MATTER, ONLY THE DEATH OF THE DECEPTICONS!" Krieg roared through his communication system when he heard a message from another Autobot. Krieg was itching for the slaughter of Decepticons. It was an incredible battle, well not to Krieg, who was wanting for the ships to engage close enough to each other that he could board the ship and fight the Decepticons with his bare-hands. However, it was a flashy show of ranged combat, not the art of more personal war, but an impersonal one that Krieg could not truly take pleasure from. Oh, but he had to admit the Autobot pilot did a fantastic job avoiding as much space debris as possible, all the while trying to avoid any more shots from the Dreadnought. As to be expected the Emissary took much damage, and due to the devastation caused, it was going to crash land onto this strange planet. Krieg had braced himself for impact. 

Krieg stared upon the soft, green ground. This alien world was strange, and weak. "ARE DECEPTICONS IN THE AREA?" Krieg reached down with his hands, as he pulled out a few chunks of rubble from the Emissary. [i]Repairs of this ship would be impossible from this state, so this world has us marooned. Well this is an interesting development. Such a senseless waste of craftsmanship...[/i] he thought to himself, as he shook his head as he returned the chunks of machine parts onto the ground. He activated his communication again, "AGAIN, ARE THERE ANY DECEPTICONS NEAR ANY OF YOUR LOCATIONS!? I HUNGER FOR THEIR DEMISE! DEATH TO THE DECEPTICONS!"