"Glad to hear Big Lug didn't get scraped into spare parts, I like the guy. As for the whole revival thing, I'm not a religious con. I'm not sure I believe the Autobot Matrix can bring people back, I'd just rather be here doing things than spinning my wheels in Cybertron waiting for more energy to turn up" Breakout said as he headed towards the bridge while Nightscream went the other way. To Breakout, it was a wild turbofox chase that'd led them to a planet in the middle of nowhere where the best and brightest of both sides had met an untimely end, but it still beat doing nothing and hearing stupid rumors about the Decepticon Matrix. At least there was definite proof the Autobot Matrix of Leadership had ever existed and Shockwave wasn't one for grasping at straws, though with the way the war had gone down, who knew what went on in the cyclops' mind.

Rather than head straight to the bridge, Breakout navigated towards the crews' quarters, deciding to check if anyone was alive in there. He inspected some of the damage on the way and realized that perhaps he had exagerated and the ship wasn't as damaged as he figured it was, it'd just been a hell of an unlucky shot that'd managed to open a hole in his way during the descent. Unfortunately, it seemed the crew's quarters had suffered much the same fate. Bits and pools of Decepticon soldiers decorated the demolished section of the ship and Breakout was ready to move on when he realized that no sunlight was filtering into the room. There should have been a hole of some kind, but he couldn't find any. And then he looked up.

The intercom flared up again for the others, Breakout's voice transmitting ."aaaaaahahahahahahaha! Everyone, everyone Grindor is still functional hahahahahaha!". From the background, attentive listeners might hear another voice belonging to the decepticon known as Grinder, yelling about how it wasn't funny and how he wasn't Grindor, his name was totally different. Breakout kept laughing long after he cut the comm. Grinder had transformed into vehicle mode as he was being sucked out and the bladed reel on his front, far wider than his back, had become lodged in the wall, saving his life at the cost of leaving him stuck to the roof and unconscious. After a while the com flared up again. "Oooooh, oh I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.We're in the crew's quarters and Grinder is...pffffft, stuck to the roof. I'm gonna need some help getting him down, he can't transtorm it seems. You guys have to see this".