Saberhorn hurriedly made his way through the maze of dark and damp hallways, his pedsteps echoing against the metallic floor tiles. He was careful not to trip over the enslaved minicons hard at work repairing what remained of The Alchemore prison ship as he went.

There was much to be done before the expected arrival of a newcomer was to occur. Cells to be repaired, living supplies to gather for his Decepticons that had taken over the place, habsuites to clean… And that wasn’t even including the day to day operations that needed to be overseen. It was days like today that he was glad the Decepticon femme named Glowstrike and the Decepticon mech Scorponok had equal share of command responsibilities.

Saberhorn swore he’d go mad if he had been left to organize all the Decepticons in their little island settlement all by himself. He highly doubted that he would be able to stand his subordinate’s constant bickering. True to the Decepticon way, the lower ranks loved to brawl amongst themselves for no reason and with little respect for the art of the duel. Which irked him, as he himself took sportsmanship quite seriously.

A creak resounded within the space, snapping Saberhorn out of his train of thought. SOMEONE nearby had stepped on a loose tile. Most likely while attempting to be stealthy.

He ventured towards the noise, gripping the hilt of one of his sheathed sabers just in case it became an unpleasant altercation. After a few moments it became rather clear that the Cybertronian who was hidden in the shadows of the hall had gotten their ped stuck.

Whoever they were hadn’t attacked him yet. Maybe this one was the newcomer that Glowstrike had said to expect…?

“Lost are you? ‘Tis a true pity to be stuck within such a dimly lit space.” Saberhorn remarked while he approached the being in front of him.

“It seems as though we will have this encounter sooner than I had originally planned. Are you well?”