Hmph, manhandled by a 'con, the Nebulan mumbles to himself as he is set on the floor.
He walks over to Blackjack's body and reattaches himself. He is somewhat reluctant due to the devices being placed on both his and Blackjack's bodies by the mysterious 'con. Not for a moment does he think that this 'con is telling the truth, they're all liars. Blackjack he knows, will believe the 'con, but it's his funeral if he does. Brakas reattaches himself and Blackjack sits up.
"So you wanna know about who's on the planet, eh spida-face," Blackjack says upon sitting up, "No problem. You got your own reasons fer that and I respect it, but if you doublecross me I'll see to it porsoinally that you get what's comin' to ya."
He pauses for a moment and stands up, glad to be able to use his joins again. He is well aware of what will happen if he tries to leave the seemingly unbarred cage. It is a little dangerous to tell a 'con the names of all the Autobots on the planet, but he has no choice. In the end he knows that it won't make a difference, because they're still gonna lose.
"Alright, so here's the deal. There's me, Cambreaka, Minerva, Redline, and Double Clutch. Then there's Dinobot and his team which is made up of Sludge, Snarl, and the Autobot Crusada's: Ripwing, Fetch, Starblast, and Racetrack. Racetrack has a buncha cassette 'bots but if ya want their names from me yer wastin' yer time. Then there's Rattrap, Kup, Cliffjumpa, Bumblebee, Doublecross, Rev an I think that's about it. Oh, an I just found Arcee and brought her back to our cause, but if you lay one finga on her I swear I'll put ya in the Smelting Pools myself. And there's Sideways, but he was recently killed by one of yer Decepticreep buddies.
He takes a breath and waits for the 'con to make a move.