"If you're willing to discuss terms, then you are not so illogical as I thought, Predacon," Septishock replied, mistaking Wingwraith's demand for surrender as a desire for compromise and negotiation.
"Very well, state your..." Septishock stopped suddenly as he no longer heard himself on the intercom. Looking back at his console, he noticed that all systems were unresponsive. Did the Predacons sabotage the ship before he could? He doubted they could work so fast and disable so many systems simultaneously; they so far had not demonstrated that level of competence, their only advantage having been the element of surprise.
"Slag..." Septishock cursed as he turned away from his console and aimed his gun-arm towards the door. With no way to carry on the discussion (and no way to carry out his threat of jettisoning their fuel), it seemed he was forced to resort to violence, though the aberrant nature of the ship's malfunction still troubled him.
Septishock had an unusual form when it came to Cybertronians. He had developed a penchant for self-modification, and in preparation of this mission, replaced his entire forearm with a beam weapon, knowing full-well that combat was going to be a factor. He had also deemed long ago that a 'face' was an unnecessary luxury, and replaced his own with a simple voicebox and a sophisticated scanner that looked like a single, recessed cyclopic eye taking up most of his head. Some of his fellows found it unsettling, but he only wanted to improve his function by modifying his form.