Facepalming as she listened to Breakout's antics, Nightscream transformed and headed towards the point where he was calling from. The sand cloud was slowly setting and the visibility was increasing. Soon she saw the rear of a combine harvester. Ridiculous. Why would anyone even pick a shape like that? They could only move on the ground, not very fast in this particular case, had a ton of weakspots... The seeker toyed with the thought of removing his T-Cog and implanting it to someone who actually had a knack for using them to make a tripple-changer, but decided that good cannon fodder could come in handy with the win/loss ratio their faction seemed to have.

It's been shorting her circuits for a while. Why on Cybertron (Or Earth, whatever) were they on a goose chase to revive their fallen leader? They would have to first get their hand on the matrix - a goal Megatron was never able to achieve. If they do, wouldn't it be the best course of action to stick with the current people in charge? True, they were not fighting a Prime this time - but only until the first 'Bot as much as touches the damn thing.

She has been secretly listening in to the conversations on the ship for a while now. Being the chief engineer had it's perks. She has been trying to find like minded 'Cons that might with some persuasion or bribery see her way of tinking. Not that Nightscream aimed to become a leader, but if the opprotunity presented itself...

Transforming and landing near the stuck Decepticon, she shrugged those thoughts off. "Don't fidget too much." she reccomended to the stuck fellow as one of her wrists deployed the gun pod. Adjusting the workings of the weapon, she instead focused the blast into a short ranged jet, turning the blaster into a makeshift welding torch. A few minutes later, Grinder came tumbling down on the floor along with a piece of the hull that was previously keeping him in place. "Rookies..." she snarled, looking at the hole she'd have to fix sooner or later.