"Speak plainly." That massive singular point of an eye flares wide then retracts to a scrutinizing pinprick (MRS. BRISBY, bellowed the Great Owl that sort of thing) a cold yellow light hanging over Nautica in almost comical facsimile the interrogation lamp. There was a beat. "-Please. I'm no more loyal to the Decepticons than you are and only find their squabbles to be interfering white noise."

"The devil is always in the logistics." Shockwave intoned after an unnervingly quiet few moments of going over the three-dimensional resources Nautica was so kind enough to map out for him. His massive hand hovered over the interface and Shockwave highlighted a few areas of note. "Clearer roads would be a stopgap solution. With no one suited to transforming into the sort of vehicle we need and the generated cube system being as antiquated and cumbersome as it is we should instead be looking down. Piping the raw engeron to closer facilities. This project can run concurrent with my plans to retrofit human populated building with running water."

Shockwave tilts his head and looks back at Nautica, "Is the damage you sustained related to shoddy transport methods?"