Ratchet folded his arms to block himself from the others. Minimus waited for someone to speak up, but decided to take the initiative.

"...Everyone?" He tentatively questioned.


There was silence, a refusal to speak.

"Everyone. Maybe he kept some of them prisoner, considering that he - Adaptus, actually - mentioned one in holding, but it could be anyone from Cybertron." He shifted his gaze at the smaller allies. "Losses? I've felt losses the past four million years. If you die, it's another set of lives that I couldn't save." He gestured at the planet of Clemency below. "Those people are alive thanks to doctors and heroes who could do something about this. I'm supposed to be the greatest Autobot medic, and I couldn't stop Pharma from sparing one life. Not my crew. Not Drift. Not those odd Decepticons we picked up at Mederi."

With a deep breath, he steadied his glare. "You better have some plan in case things go south."