It took quite some time for Chassis to lead her sisters up through the bowels of the ship and forwards towards the command and control section. They'd been close to the engineering section, as far aft as you could get, and mopping up a number of disposable 'cons that had been sent ahead to land on the Emissary on a near suicide run. That was something else that bothered Chassis, the Decepticon's willingness to sacrifice the sparks of their least most important.

Finally, the three ascended to the final deck. They'd had to do manually operate many of the hatches, pumping compressors to actuate the system while others were still connected to their emergency power systems. It had been a long trip. Rolling into the bridge area, leading with her assault rifle and ready to launch a grenade if the place was packed with Decepticons, Chassis peered about warily. Being a pint sized autobot, she and her sisters behind her slipped easily through the hatch that Treadbolt had shouldered open some time before.

"Recon Alpha 2," Chassis identified herself as she moved into the open area, noting her sisters moving up onto the upraised daises where the sciences and communications officers would have been. They were taking up flanking position in case there was some sort of threat present, "Is anyone else here?"