Communication

“Thank you,” Cyclonus said. “Do you observe a current at the coordinates I am transmitting on the data channel?”

“Huh?” Astrotrain said, peering over. “Where?”

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“No,” Cyclonus said. “They must give us the keys to Iacon. From the surface up, Decepticon territory, but operating under the standard for hostile occupation. The twenty meters in between must be made into a quarantine zone, lined with palladium sheathing, and any personnel moving between must undergo the following sanitization procedures.” He transmitted them along an open data channel, and saw all of them stiffen as they saw the details.