The sisters, Chassis, Wheelie and XTC moved through the ship. It wasn't a complete loss. Autobots built to last and the Emissary could one day fly again but that would take a lot of work and a lot of Energon. -and she did mean a LOT of energon. The humans, Chassis had seen them racing around the city in the scanner uplink, oddly never seeming to take their robot forms. Was this planet so peaceful that they simply didn't bother transforming anymore?

"Another one," Wheelie stated as she moved some slag aside, "Statsis Lock. He'll need plenty of energon to bring him out of it."

XTC, on the other hand, was accessing a control panel. "The power systems are scragged. We have broken links all over the ship. We probably have plenty of autobots all over the ship in stasis lock. They'll remain so for dozens of cycles until we can get to them."

Chassis nodded, rolling around on her single wheel. She wasn't particularly fond of the situation. What she wanted to do was dig each one out, resuscitate them, get them online and ready to fight. As much as she, like most autobots hated the never ending fighting she'd rather be online and fighting. She couldn't imagine going out like that. Just going into stasis and not ever waking back up.

"Leave him," Chassis ordered, noting her voice synthesizer contained no emotion at all, "He'll be fine in stasis lock. We stop only for those bleeding Energon or with cracked spark chambers."