Taking into account what Swansong suggested, Nightscream used her wireless link to the ship (What a handy thing to have. Why didn't she think of that before?) to find the necessary data. Unfortunately none of the external cameras on the lower hull remined operational, much like any turrets that were sticking out. If the Dreadnought flew again, it'd have a giant weakspot until those could be replaced. Fortunately for the big lug, the flight data was intact on the main computer. Taking into account the time of Big Bang's ejecting and the flight path of the ship, she projected the estimated splashdown area on the main screen.

"We don't have his exact trajectory and he could have moved already. It is quite the area to search." she said, thinking a few seconds about how to shorten the search time. She hated this part of herself. If she was told what to do, she would excell at any task. That part of her made her a great angineer, but unlike Shockwave, she was not an [i]inventor[/i]. A generaliyation of that personality trait unfortunately was that it took her time to find a solution to anything previously unencountered. After half a minute, her CPU finally spewed out an answer. "I'll head to the orbit and hack into the human satellites. It could be usefull for future surveillance as well and maybe they already know where Big Bang landed." she said and turned to leave.

Shortly after leaving the audio receptor range, Nightscream started sprinting towards the launch bay. The cursed addiction of the seekers to flight. If they didn't get the chance to fly for too long, seekers could go mad. And she was stuck on the spaceship for the whole trek here. The brief flight landing the ship was hardly satisfying. Transforming midjump, the femme blasted to the orbit, leaving a cloud of sand behind her. The drag the wind put on her form was making her ecstatic. She stayed in the atmosphere for a while, pulling a few sharp turns and enjoying the jetstreams, as much as her cybertronian alt-mode would allow, before revving her engines and pitching up. The thunderous sqealing of her twin engines launched her up through the thinning air, taking her into the orbit in a minute. No doubt the humans picked her up, but she couldn't care less. It wasn't like they didn't pick up the two crashing ships.

Locating the satellite was hardly difficult. With the weight efficient designs, they weren't stealthy at all. Finding one and matching it's speed, Nightscream started hacking her way through the human networks. The safety measures employed by the fleshbag were pathetic. HEr mind crushed one firewall after another and still she was only using about half of her processing power. Her interest veering off, she started looking across the public network, something the humans appeared to call "internet". Out of curiosity she searched for any mention of the cybertronians. What she found blew her mind. There were not one, but several series apparently inspired by the past events. Some contained bits of actual history from what she could tell, others appeared to be completely thought up. Deciding to have a look later, she ripped all of the footage off and downloaded it to her drives. If anything, it could prove to be amusing. 

An alarm pinged and drew her attention: She found what she was looking for. From several world agencies, she found footage of Big Bang's landing and then apparent capture. What seemed off was that the big decepticon didn'T fire a single shot. Hopeflly he wasn't too damaged form the fall. Boosting power to her communication array, the seeker contacted the Dreadnaught: "Nightscream to base: I found Big Bang. He is... being held i guess... in a human port. Investigating." she reported and disengaged the satellite, adjsuting her orbit and performing a breaking burn for the planet's gravity to pull her just above the target.

As she descended back into the atmosphere, the air around her flared up, giving her descent a magnificent, menacing appearance. Too fast for the human countermeasures to be tracked, she descended below radar range, flying towards the carrier decepticon jsut above the ocean surface: "Nightscream to Big Bang: Are you injured?" she asked, her tone one of worry. Of course, that was a calculated thing. It wasn't compassion - Nightscream was merely interested in being in his favor if she ever needed some leverage. Considering how some of the other decepticons treated the carrier, merely not mentioning his below average intelligence and the occasional patching of a wound could make all the difference.