"I-" Prism spoke, motioning to herself- "am Prism. Explosives expert and one of the last faithful Autobots." She decided to be nice for now. Holding hostilities for a teammate wouldn't get anyone anywhere, and if they were going to make progress, there couldn't be any stress or infighting. "The Junkions are going without us. We either meet them there, or we get there first. It's up in the air how we take this."

"You sure that's wise letting them go on their own to Iacon?" Turbulence interjected over the comms just as Prism announced that their separation from the convoy.

While the Junkions did appear harmless and willing to assist them in their endeavor, Turbulence still carried doubts about them. With larger events soon to be approaching, he wondered if the radio-obsessed denizens could take care of themselves, especially in a fight. But more importantly, maintain responsibility in ferry their fallen leader to Iacon.

Sklog was still amazed by the living legend in his midst but he was willing to put his fanboting aside for now and get back on trak with their mission. The Predacon didn't like the idea of having the Junkions go and take Optimus out on their own. While Sklog had no personal feelings for the great bot, he realized that he had once been a big deal the the autobots and out of respect for his Autobot comrades he felt a drive to take care to the bot's chassis. Sklog began following the junkions as the carried away the pod and he simply left without another word to his companions as he felt no need to explain himself.

Prism could understand Sklog's actions rather well. Someone had to stay back and monitor the convoy, and Sklog, the heaviest hitter, was the one to do it. "Sklog's going with them" She pointed to the Dinobot while speaking to Turbulence. "There, we not have someone watching over the Junkions, and if there's any trouble, Sklog can take them on or radio us if he needs to."

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Sklog? Not Turbulence's first choice as sole escort for the Junkions but then again, he would have preferred to move as a unit and give full range of protection. It was the more tactically sound. Plus, he could keep an eye on scavengers personally. But Megatronus' eventual arrival had changed the time table and much of the team were needed elsewhere to prepare for such an event, namely the re-purposing of Trypticon.

He soon watched Sklog silently taking up this responsibility and moved with the Junkion convoy. If Sklog seemed just fine with this action, Turbulence in turn had no objection. With the matter of escort duty addressed and dealt with, The Autobot flier pulled and dived toward the earth below. He then revered back into his Cybertronian form and precisely landed where the group had assembled, pushing up metallic sand and dust as a result. For a moment, he stared down Cyclonus with skepticism and opinion of the new arrival. There was no time prejudices and Turbulence knew they needed all the help they could get. Making more enemies than they already had to deal with now was not on his agent.

"You may call me Turbulence," replied Turbulence as he gaze remained on Cyclonus, "when do we depart?"