Starscream: Just finishing off your half of the battlefield, Drift? My Seekers have nearly completed clean-up.
Drift: The Autobots have been defeated. My soldiers are satisfied.
Starscream: Your barbarians' satisfaction is not the point. Destroying the enemy efficiently is what matters.
Skywarp: Starscream, Megatron* wants to meet with all field commanders. We've collected a flag dropped by the retreating Autobots as a trophy to present to him.
Starscream: Excellent. Lord Megatron shall see which of his units is superior.
Drift: Skystalker!
Skystalker: What!!
Drift: Did any of our retreating enemies leave something behind?
Bludgeon: No, sir! This one dropped something as he hit the ground though.
*This story takes place before the events of Advent, Day Eighteen.
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