Nightscream was following shortly after the weirdest sight she saw in centuries. Her visor was slammed shut to muffle the sound, but the twitching of her shoulders betrayed she was either laughing or crying. IT wasn't hard to guess which one. Unfortunately for the poor fellow, she could do nothing for him. Nightscream was en engineer, not a medic.

"I can transplant someone else's, but repairing it is beyond me. So unless some of you volunteer for donor, I'll have to go scrap a 'Bot for spare parts." the femme suggested. She wasn't looking for a fight, oh no, but it'd be good to know just how much damage did the Autobots take and either finish them off right there or get to work on the Dreadnought so they were defended against their attack.

Before she could voice her thoughts, the screen flickered to life, displaying a cyclops face. Shockwave. In her early times with the 'Cons, it was him she served under, but the years after Megatron's fall shown her she really knew nothing of him. Nightscream couldn't even determine whether he really intended to revive Megatron at all. To her at least it made no sense. And it was that unknown that sent 2s into her CPU. The fact that he sent them here but himself remained behind was even more disassuring of what this planet might have in store for them.