Autobots built to last. It was simply one of the differences between Autobots and Decepticons. Decepticons were artless in building, their constructs fragile things, built hastily and for singular purposes. The Autobots were builders by nature, creators where the Decepticons were destroyers. They build things meant to endure, they did more than raise buildings and highways. They wove metal into art. This is what saved the Emissary when it crashed upon the Earth, that and preserved the mechanical beings held within.

The sisters had barely managed to make it back into the ship in time before passing into the atmosphere. They'd been outside, hunting the last few Decepticons that had tried to board during the trip through the space gate. Once inside, they'd combined, the better to survive a massive crash. That was what the others called her in that state. They had braced themselves in a doorframe and waited for the collision. Once they were down the sisters separate; Chassis, Wheelie and XTC lifted their armoured face plates and peered about.

"We've arrived." Wheelie stated, her optics all asparkle, clearly excited to explore a brand new world.

"Of course we have," XTC laughed, her tone mocking.

"Enough girls," Chassis replied, grasping onto the door frame and rising up onto her singular wheel, "We need to roll out and look for survivors."

She offered her hand to XTC. Experience told Chassis that XTC would linger overlong if not moved into action. Helping her sister up while Wheelie just jumped back onto her wheel.

"Autobots," Chassis declared, "Roll out."

Transforming into an outlandish two wheeled vehicle that had never, could never have existed on the planet Earth, Chassis accelerated down the circular corridor, her sisters following close behind, almost as if jockeying for position. A pile of strewn debris blocked their way and Chassis rolled up the wall, using centripetal force to ride the ceiling until she was down the other wall. Wheelie simply jumped, her two wheels bucking down hard against the deck plating and propelling her into the air to transform into robot form before somersaulting and resuming her vehicular form in one swift movement. XTC, simply leaped, not even bothering to transform to her robot form.

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"~nyone... till... alive?"

Chassis transformed, crouching down, one wheel beneath her body and held her hand against the antenna in her head.

"This is Chassis. Please retransmit?" she transmitted. With dozens of decks between them and the ship's main power out there was too much metal and too many sparking malfunctioning conduits between them to get a signal through, "I say again. This is Recon Alpha Two. Please retransmit."

Her other two sisters were silent. Wheelie was looking around like she was expecting something to jump out and engage in combat but that was just who she was.

"We need to go up," XTC suggested, "Get height advantage. Get a lay of the land."

Chassis knew XTC was going to suggest that. She liked knowing where everything was, what they were doing and ready to drop the hammer on any of them.

"We go for Command and Control. That's where everyone else will be going." Chassis concluded, issuing it like an order, "After that we'll see about repairing systems. Most importantly, see if we can get the Emissary's stealth capabilities online."