Nightscream transformed back to her robot form and looked over her shoulder to the source of the voice. It was Breakout. It wasn’t really hard to remember his name - The vehicon stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course, he got her wrong, but she couldn’t really blame that on anyone but herself - she hardly ever shown outside of her labs. And even if she could, she learned long time ago that other decepticons are best handled with disdain and not retaliation. “Its Nightscream. You should remember it. Its the name you should scream in agony when you need a severed arm reattached.” the seeker shrugged it off. Speaking of reattaching arms, somebody somewhere in the ship probably needed something like that.

“Good, more eyes. Help me search and pray there’s someone left, because the Autobots are not further than seventy kilometers from here and they have a head start.” she said, her tone not really being that of an order, but rather of Shockwave logic.

Walking ahead, she stopped at the first console she found not far from the entrance and tried to access some of the Dreadnought’s systems. When the diagnostic spew popped up on the screen, she had to smile. Apparently her piloting was not too shabby. “Ship’s largely intact. Sensors are down as well as weapons, but nothing we can’t fix. She’ll be ready to fly again if we can dig her up.” Nightscream reported, pulling up an internal schematic. “There is some activity here and here,” she pointed to the screen, “Should we split up and search?” she looked at the vehicon, not really used to being in command or working with anybody for that matter.