(here, this is the part that goes before that that I already posted. It makes more sense WITH this part)

It was a shame, really, that everyone couldn't all get along. But the Prime's forces had captured all but the most recalcitrant of the rebellious Decepticons, and with re-education and reprogramming, even they would be able to be productive citizens of the Autobot Empire.
The flier in front of him had been one of those, First Aid mused. Recalcitrant, that is. It'd taken all of his brothers to manhandle the jet onto the operating berth and jam the sedative datacard into one of his ports. But First Aid could fix all that.
"Don't worry," He patted the wing nearest him. "When you online again, you'll be much, much happier."