Test run for yeerk drone vehicles: one
((from here))
Starscream's moving as soon as her feet hit the floor of her lab, weaving briskly in and out among the stations where her assistants and drones are working.
"This way," she tells the human host who's following her with the bucket containing his squad mates. "Through this door."
Silence falls over them as they enter her private sanctum, which is currently dominated by three tables in the middle of the room. On each of those tables is what looks like a body covered from the chest down with a sheet. One of them is a dead ringer for a certain human woman named Natasha Stanton. Another is a fair haired male, and the third is a dark skinned male with strong features.
"Set the bucket here." She turns to look at him, her expression saying that she expects to be obeyed.
Starscream's moving as soon as her feet hit the floor of her lab, weaving briskly in and out among the stations where her assistants and drones are working.
"This way," she tells the human host who's following her with the bucket containing his squad mates. "Through this door."
Silence falls over them as they enter her private sanctum, which is currently dominated by three tables in the middle of the room. On each of those tables is what looks like a body covered from the chest down with a sheet. One of them is a dead ringer for a certain human woman named Natasha Stanton. Another is a fair haired male, and the third is a dark skinned male with strong features.
"Set the bucket here." She turns to look at him, her expression saying that she expects to be obeyed.