"Understood." replied Turbulence before taking flight in his gunship mode upon receiving Prism's mobilization order.

Prior before Turbulence's transformation, Laserbeak hastily took off having successfully delivered Soundwave's intel and Nightscream's message. It was almost as if the minicon was relieved to put distance away from the Autobot flyer. It could be pondered however if Laserbeak thought on the same lines as Soundwave and at least recognized the need to address the common enemy that was Megatronus. It was very much possible, though Tubulence was willing to bet that if given the chance on different terms, the minicon would be more than happy to shoot an unsuspecting Autobot in the back.

Once airborne, Turbulence flew over the crowded convoy of Junkions and observed them as they ferried Optimus Prime toward Iacon. As he had warned before, Iacon was a long ways away from Kaon without any space-bound transport to get them there in a once previously timely manner. But with the unexpected rise of Starscream, or what he, or it, went by now as Megatronus, Turbulence gave serious thought about how much time they truly had before he arrived to Cybertron. This was however assuming nothing was going to stand in there way during their pilgrimage towards Iacon or what was left of it after the Decepticon's fearsome assault.

Accepting that matters were currently beyond his control, Turbulence eventually took a position ahead of their party as escort and scout. While maintaining his position and thinking with intrigue about out Nightscream's suggestion. Turbulence shifted through Earth's many vehicular scans, seeing which could serve him the most. One scan depicted a twin-tiltrotor aircraft lightly larger than his own frame. The aircraft seemed to involve around the basis of of multipurpose transport but didn't appear to carry any on-board weapons as a means to defend itself. However, that simple fact was something Turbulence could easily edit himself. Another scan revealed a more aerodynamic and edgier design vaguely similar to Nighscream's alt-mode. The aircraft was very likely to move at much faster speeds but could still levitate if need be. Some other aircraft seemed to match this model too. Finally, he laid his interest on two aircraft strikingly similar to his own. If anything, Turbulence would likely adopt a more familiar form from either the tactical design or the more well-rounded concept.

Oh decisions, decisions...

While everyone was contemplating on their new alt forms for the odyssey as they treked back to base, Sklog ran in his regular humanoid form and quickly made the decision that he'd stay the way he was unless push came to shove from the others. The Predacon was already just starting to recover from his identity crisis so he didn't want to add to the problem by further changing his chassis, plus there was the small fact of the matter that he wasn't sure if any EA-rk-ling vehicles had techno-organic parts.

As Sklog came out of his train of thought he was surprised that he wasn't closer to base already. Back before the Predacon was a Predacon, his Dinobot processor took a while to get to conclusions which meant it was a great way to pass the time. Now Sklog's normal train of thought would only last a mile or so.

Nightscream worked dilligently on modifying the scan data for her new alternate mode. It wasn'T such an easy task as she previously had hoped. HEr thoughts took her in strange ways, at one point having her thing about sacrificing her alternate mode in favor of turning herself into a combiner. All with one simple reason: They were still hard pressed to find energon. She had no doubt she could modify her chassis with the solar cells, but without them being integrated into the design, they would only suffice for powering a small frame, unarmed one at that.

She pulled up profiles of other personnel and even the surveillance data on autobots, going through them profile by profile to see if it could give her any inspiration. The decepticons were all so very unhelpful. All boasting heavy weaponry and powerfull engines. she was guilty of it herself, being equipped with no less than three weapon systems and her current alternate mode basically being guns strapped to over sized afterburners.

She didn't think the Autobot files would be very helpful. they had the weird habit of not scanning a flight mode with a very few exceptions. That idea made her spark ache a little bit as she remembered her trine mates. Who knew where they were? One on a crazy adventure, going on her own through the universe uncaring of the war at home, the other on Earth, fighting on the other side no less. Both so far away she couldn't even feel their bond anymore.

She sent a quick memo over the wireless to Turbulence and Prism not to prioritize disguising themselves as Cybertronians had to be public knowledge on Earth by this point. Surprised for a moment when she reached their file on Prism, she hastily added the post scriptum: And for the love of Primus, at least pick an amphibious vehicle if not a flyer!

Shuffling further along the profiles with a bored expression, she went over Prime's profile as well. The gentle titan - what good did it do him? She kept scrolling, but then, as she reached U, she suddenly had it. An autobot sort of solved this problem long before her, a very publicly known one as well. How could she be so blind? It was so simple, especially given what her form used to be before she rescanned to her current form to fit better into the labs.

Ultra Magnus, he was a smaller bot who merged with the trailer of his vehicle mode to become larger than prime or megatron themselves. She pulled up the picture of the Earth's shuttle again, and a photo of herself and her trine. It brought a rare smile to her face.

In the front with a prissy white paintjob and that cheeky glint in his eye, Jetfire. Why did he had to choose the other side? True, her brother was reckless and a troll, but always looking out for his sisters if they needed it.

He was framed by two femmes, on the right was the other femme, her purple a shade lighter than currently Nightscream's own and always, always with that smug smirk, and equally as often fighting with their brother was Spacewarp.

Slightly behind them was she, the same shape and size, nigh indistinguishable save for her visor and matte grey paint job. The space trine. Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker might have been the poster boys of the decepticons, fast and agile, but when it came to fighting, the shuttleformers packed a meaner punch and had so much more grunt in their engines than those paper airplanes of a trine could ever dream of.

Comparing her old form to the image of the Human shuttle, she knew she had it. She just had to go back to what she was in her spark, only on a different scale. Displaying the scan data she begun to work on making the modifications, hoping to be done quickly and surprise the autobots y catching up to them.

While the drive back to Iacon would be long, Prism knew that her time could easily be occupied by thoughts of both the past and the future. She respected the Junkions and all that they were, but they weren't going to be enough. Not only did she, Turbulence, and Nightscream need some improvements to stand a better chance, but they were about as much of a fighting force as four cybertronians could be.

Surely there were more out there, somewhere. Maybe The Wreckers were out somewhere. In all her time working in Iacon's hangar, she never hear back from her old friends. Kup, she knew his fate, but the others were something to question.

Before she could take a hike through her memories, she received a memo from Nightscream. There seemed to be no real reason to need to have her alternate mode blend in with Earth and whatever vehicles they might have. Turbulence only showed Prism the documents of Megatronus' rise, so she wasn't able to take a good look at any of the vehicle models that Turbulence was hogging for himself. No matter, though. She was rather content for the moment. However, when the time came, she planned on making some big changes to her chassis. She laughed at Nightscream's additional note. With a sigh to calm herself down, she spoke through the comm channels, making sure that Nightscream could hear her.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that whatever Alt I pick next will be of use."

With those notes out of the way, she went back on track to thinking about the Wreckers. Whirl, Primus help him if he's still alive somewhere, would probably be best staying away from the fight. Prism had done well enough with her tinkering to stave off rampancy and destablization so far, but Whirl was already down that path even before the Ark took off. All in all, she wasn't quite sure if anyone other than Kup had taken off back then. The Wreckers really weren't called to action unless it was a thousand-to-one, and somehow they'd be able to pull a victory out of thin air.

Wherever they were, only Primus knew.

"Ughhhh..." groans the ex-Decepticon as he wakes up to a faint beeping noise.

Cyclonus has been literally living in a fallen, torn-apart building, which he calls "home", for quite some time now. Ever since he was brutally denied entry into the Nemesis by Megatron, he was forced to live here in the barren wastelands of what was once the grand world of Cybertron. What once were massive skyscrapers piercing into the heavens, and with the other transformers busily rustling around town, was now reduced to smoldering ashes, for it was simply all gone. Not ruined... just gone. Nothing more, nothing less. Cyclonus hasn't seen anyone for days, the last sign of life being simply turbofoxes and it has been several months since he saw anybody else out in the open. He did kill that one guy though, since it was hostile towards him... He didn't even want to be a Decepticon anymore. He was now simply on his own.

What Cyclonus thought would be the beginning of another scrappy day, was interrupted by this beeping noise. His visuals scan what the beeping was and where it was coming from. Scanners indicate that it was an emergency signal emitter and that it was coming from the Ark Hanger in Iacon. It has already been beeping for quite some time now, at least for several hours. This has gotten him to be taken off guard.

"But why there?" he wonders to himself, "Are the Arks coming back here to Cybertron? To pick up us survivors? To recolonize..?"

These were just some of the questions he was asking himself as Cyclonus sets the coordinates to where the signal was coming from. Iacon wasn't even that far, just a few miles away, in which his alt mode can reach it in almost no time.

"Whatever it means," he thinks, "It wouldn't hurt to check it out..."

With that, Cyclonus makes a running start to the edge of the building, leaps, and transforms into his alt mode, it being a Heavy Fighter Jet. The engines boom to life as he makes his way towards Iacon, unaware of the other survivors that were also heading towards the signal.

Eventually, he would unknowingly be flying over Prism, Turbulence, and the crew of Junkions. Cyclonus would've spotted them, but was actually too excited about what the signal could mean...

Turbulence maintained his forward place ahead of the convoy of Junkions, serving his role as their eyes and ears. As they moved away from the City of Kaon, the structures that either stood high or crumbled down began to diminish in size and numbers until they eventually cleared the cityscapes and into the outskirts of the Decepticon capital. It would be soon that his ground borne compatriots would meet metallic sand after leaving the more smoother and once gloried roads of civilization behind them.

Back into the desert that has since consumed much of Cybertron's former pristine, Turbulence raised his altitude further away from the earth below him in an effort to achieve a superior vantage point and to distance his alt mode windy influence over the sands less he creates an unintentional sandstorm and bogs down those on the ground. While the act was nature to him given his training, Turbulence wrestled with the idea that whether he should maintain or forgo his cautious demeanor as acting escort. True, it is was standing procedure for someone like him to fulfill as a flyer but with their planet being dead as it was as they pushed onwards, Turbulence debated whom else was left behind and were they any threat to them. His Decepticon counterparts proved trustworthy for the most part and the once territorial Junkions were approachable as first. It was only mutant Cybertronians however that proved hostile and willing to compromise their well being. But surely those couldn't be lurking around could they?

Suddenly, Turbulence's radar and motion sensors were tripped as they detected an unidentified object fast approaching their way. Turbulence quickly set to work obtaining a visual feed of the interloping entity. Could it be more debris? A likely possibility but his analysis of the trajectory gave a more linear flight-path; an unusual entry of any space junk to approach by. Just before he could ponder more on the object's identity, he soon acquired a capture of the object's profile

"Huh, what is- Whoa!" Turbulence exclaimed in surprise. Carelessly, Turbulence nearly forgot to adjust his own flight-path in order to safely move out of the way as the blurred entity shot over him. While there was no risk of a collision at his given altitude in contrast but entering a flying Cybertronian's airspace unannounced was nearly as bad as violating their own personal space.

It became quickly apparent that the interloper was not falling junk, but another Cybertronian! It was unknown whoever this was saw Turbulence or the convoy below but they didn't appear to immediately change their vector upon passing over them. Examinging the newcomer, Turbuelnce could confirm a sleek fighter-like alt-mode with an ever familiar purple paint scheme.

"Guys, I got visual contact on an unknown flyer...looks like a Decepticon Seeker from where I'm flying." Turbulence reported as he cautious brought his weapon systems back online.

The modifications were almost complete. All that remained was to instruct the automated factory to build the sparkless parts that Nightscream's new form would utilize. She compiled the data and uploaded them to the base's server so she could access them from the hangar. Getting up she locked the computers to prevent any unauthorized meddling if for some reason someone - Prism, Nightscream specified as she thought - came back to the base earlier than herself.

The walk to the hangar has been bothersome and she made it a priority to repair the elevator. Well, at the very least soon she would have the flight capability in her protoform back. That will make ascending stairs much easier. Once she arrived to the launch bay she activated the projectors, displaying a model of her modified shuttle design.

She felt the heat radiating form her transformation cog as she activated the scanning mode of her optics and the sensor beams slid over the projection. She felt the strange sensation of her armor reforming and her inner mechanisms shifting form one place to another to accommodate her new shape. It was done in a minute.

Nightscream extended her arm and tested its range of motion, deploying all of the hidden compartments and testing any control surfaces. Nodding approvingly she did so with the rest of her appendages. Finally, it was time to test the engines. She could feel the excited tingle on the edges of her wings.

The iris-door in the roof opened, flooding the hangar with light and revealing a path outside. Nightscream chuckled and redirected her energy towards her heels. 3...2...1... LAUNCH! The rocket engines in her legs roared to life like a pack of angry lions and launched Nightscream into the air.

"YeeeeaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The feeling was exhilarating. Nightscrewam felt like the time she took flight the first time, her bulkier, less aerodynamic shape making the flight demanding and yet extremely enjoyable. The seeker felt thrill as the turbulence rattled her chassis to the superstructure as she did a barrel roll. She displayed her record ground to orbit time on the visor. Time to see if she could beat it.

Transforming mid-air, Nightscream pulled up as her three engines spewed hell from her rear end pushing her up and leaving a trial of smoke behind her. The clock was ticking. Faster fasterFASTER!!! she thought, pushing her engines to their emergency limits. The friction of the air made her entire body vibrate tot he point where Nightscream thought she might just shake apart. But then the atmosphere thinned and the sky grown dark, gravity losing it's grasp on the seeker.

She transformed as she closed onto the apex of her suborbital flight, flying with her back towards Cybertron and gazing into the sun with a stupidly amused grin on her face. As the gravity won against her momentum the seeker turned around and zoomed her optics searching for the rest of her party. Ah, right there. Nightscream fired the RCS thrusters to properly adjust her trajectory and transformed back to vehicle mode, plummeting towards the ground in a blazing ball of ionized air.

Her heat shield held nicely and she only ignited her engines on the last possdible moment, pulling up from the fall three feet above ground. Unlike Turbulence, she didn't give a damn about raising a cloud of dust as she boomed towards the rest of them over the Sea of Rust at mach 5.

Nightscream protoformed shortly before she came into their sights, but no doubt they heard her much sooner, perhaps even spotted her mad dash to the orbit and back. She pointed her heels forward and fired the engines to slow herself down, coming to hover in front of the Autobots, Sklog and their Junkion caravan with an elegant spin before cutting power and dropping down onto the ground. "That was fun!" She said, and it was true - her happiness form the flight even clouded the minor annoyance she noticed.

Whereas before she was onbly a head shorter than the nosy, insubordinate Autobot girl, her scaled-down new form made her about barely reach her bust. Somehow that offended her, but not enough to bitter her mood after the flight. "Now, what was that about another decepticon?" she asked, looking to her shoulder pads where hers used to be. Now they only bared the insignia of the Seekers, just like before the war.

First it was the not-so-friendly IFF ping on her hud, then it was turbulence warning her of a seeker, then it was a sonic boom that was sure to alert anyone and anything in the immediate area of their presence. The last two and a half minutes have not been Kind to Prism, but nonetheless the hauled on.

"I'll blast them out of the sky if they pose a threat, Turbulence. You eye the envoy, I'm sure I can get a few licks in from right here before they zoom away." It was only then that she saw a second figure leaving orbit at insane speeds and zooming back down before landing by the Caravan. Thankfully, it was just a new and improved Nightscream, and the sonic boom was not a result of the alleged seeker inbound.

Even in her vehicle form, Prism noticed the difference in height from Nightscream's previous form. "Did I somehow get taller?" Prism chuckled as she moved on. It seemed like Nightscream was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, if the recent display was anything to note. Unfortunately, there was no time to joke more. "We need to identify that unknown, make sure they aren't after our heads."

As Cyclonus flies towards the Ark's signal, his open-comn system revealed some chatter coming from some units both below him and behind him at a similiar altitude. But before he can identify them, his turbulence got destabalized for a second as another unknown flier zoomed skywards into the upper-atmosphere. Fortunately, Cyclonus was able to stabilize his flight pattern and was able to listen in on the others below.

"Guys, I got visual contact on an unknown flyer...looks like a Decepticon Seeker from where I'm flying."

"I'll blast them out of the sky if they pose a threat, Turbulence. You eye the envoy, I'm sure I can get a few licks in from right here before they zoom away."

Whoever they are, they must be some autobot survivors/refugees or whatever the not. If not, then some other faction of sorts.

"Now, what was that about another decepticon?

"We need to identify that unknown, make sure they aren't after our heads."

The former-decepticon sighs as he joins the open comns link conversation.

"I'm not a Decepticon..." he blatanly says with a sigh.

With that, he then around and starts decending down to the ground. After making his way to the ground, he finally reveals his bot form, which while looking ominous, he didn't take out any weapons at his disposal. He can already see several figures now. A large fembot, a dinobot, a familiar looking Decepticon, and some Junkions. Clearly if he were against them, he would be simply outnumbered, despite probably causing a good sum of damage to their forces.

"And I'm not here to cause trouble." he then says as he tries to come off as friendly despite his appearance.

"...make sure they aren't after our heads." Certainly, it could have been a case of bad grammar and the omission of the subject, but Nightscream didn't like even the slightest idea of the other interpretation, which would have been Prism giving her an order. Not one bit. The frown couldn't be seen through her visor as Nightscream thought of poking Prism with a knife to see if she could install, if nothing else, some respect for one's elders.

"Then by all means, you do so. And worry not about my height, I will happily take you to school once we return to base." she chuckled, her visor displaying an emoticon of a cheeky grin on the outside as the seeker moved out of the way.

IT seemed though that she would have to throw up a seminar on military communication as the Autobots all but alerted a potential hostile not only to their presence, but also to their intentions. It made her grind her dental plates. Megatronus could be in orbit listening for all they knew and here they were just happily chatting on the radio.

Fortunately the contact approached in orderly fashion. Nightscream's mental notes kept piling today - not every flier was a seeker for Primus' sake, just like not every heavily armored autobot was a wrecker! It must have been the four million years being left to rust affecting the autobots' processors. Nightscream supposed not everyone had access to a well stocked laboratory.

Nightscream's surprise at the identity of the newcomer was great. Her visor retracted so she could get a good look. "And I thought I was old!" she only recalled tales of him, being stuck in a lab throughout most of the war, but the appearance was unmistakable, even sans the missing horn. "Cyclonus..." Put him to the pod right next to Prime, because this guy is a relic!

"Cyclonus..." Prism heard Nightscream breathe out the name of the Decpticon, and in an instant, Prism was in her Biped form, guns ready and pointed at the living legend.

"Not to say that I'm not happy to see another big face, but you weren't only a Decpticon, but also one of the bigger forces on the team." Prism explained carefully, to the hopefully former 'Con.

Sklog was a little ways behind the group due to his mindset of leaving his alt-modes a mystery until he got used to his new bipedal form but even he heard all of the ruckus of the two flying bots in the sky. The sight of both coming to meet the group made Sklog pick up his pace as he didn't want to miss out on potentially finding more bots and cons to join their group.. that and he didn't want to miss out on a fight should one break out.

Eventually the Dinobot-at-spark caught up and took in with wide optics the living legend before him. Sklogs time as a deception had him lead a more tribal existence if not one of no culture but where the likes of techno-organic beings were the equivalent of evil ancestors to the small sect of decepticon dino-bots, cons like Cyclonus were like deities of war to the decpticon Dino-bots. Sklog was speechless by the sight but immediately began worshipping Cyclonus at his feet and mumbling incoherent grunts and gurgles.

As the two bots utter his name, Cyclonus glances at Prism, then Sklog, and then looking at Nightscream, as he soon realizes who she is. Even as guns were pointed at him, he still keeps his cool in this situation.

"I didn't realize I had this such fame amongst the fellow cybertronians," he states with some surprise in his voice.

He then takes another look at the female ex-decepticon.

"Nightscream?" he asks her name curiously, "Fancy seeing you here. I've seen you a few times before during the war... I take it you~"

But before he could finish, Prism then announced her presence.

"Not to say that I'm not happy to see another big face, but you weren't only a Decepticon, but also one of the bigger forces on the team."

Cyclonus simply exhales at that response, followed by a single chuckle.

"I wouldn't call myself that big," he simply states in an almost humble way, "Nor an actual Decepticon. Sure I worked with the names of both Galvatron and Scourge as a tag-trio, but I wouldn't consider myself as one of them, rather I simply fought as a fellow cybertronian who was simply put as one of them. Of course... that changed after my mates got killed... as well as getting denied access to the Nemesis by Megatron himself... That made me simply hop off from their ranks. It gave me a new lease on life you know?"

He pauses for a few seconds to look at Sklog worshipping him at his feet and mumbling incoherent grunts and gurgles. Cyclonus then looks at the other members.

"I also take it that you are all following the signal to Iacon correct?" he then asks while looking to its direction.

Prism couldn't help but to laugh at Cyclonus. She felt better that Cyclonus had left the faction, but her guard was still up. "Yeah." She smiled, guns still pointed. "Well, considering that I was the one who made the beacon in the first place a few days ago, grouped up the four of us, and pretty much started this whole thing, I'd say."

For most of the meeting's duration, Turbulence remained high in the sky in his gunship mode at an observant altitude while his compatriots ascertained the newcomer's stance and intentions. Per Prism's request, he had since signaled the caravan of Junkions regarding an unidentified and unknown affiliated aerial Cybertronian however likely they were Decepticon and was sticking close to them but nonetheless had his alt mode's chin turret steadily trained on the possible Seeker. The conversation apparently started with would-be Decepticon speaking into their channel declaring he was not a 'Con. Having their communications compromised was something that annoyed Turbulenc, believing them to have been secured. But with Prism basically having said her intentions over an open line, the flyer made the logical approach in defusing the situation and landed in order to negotiate in person.

There was also the case of Nightscream sporting a newer, more powerful and larger chassis than before and, if considered obnoxious, blared her afterburners into a loud sonic boom as she arrived as well. While she openly exclaimed her exhilaration of her flight, Turbulence guess she was testing out her new improved form and became overly impressed with the results. Good for her on that note but the presence of an unknown factor was something Turbulence was not keen on ignoring.

As he continued to listen to the conversation over the channel, the newcomer's name was none other as the battlefield myth called Cyclonus. Unfortunate that the two never met on the same battlefield in some regards but if anything, he only recalled stories of the old Decepticon in which painted him into a big player in the Decepticon's largely known and elite staff. As Sklog seemingly bowed to Cyclonus, a sudden behavior Turbulence didn't count on from the former dinobot, the ancient Cyclonus vocally attempted to water down his fame and further explained his falling out from the Decepticons ranks and only now regarding Prism's signal as a priority objective to investigate.

While Prism laughed at the Cyclonus' query her weapons however remained trained on the ex-Decepticon, likely though unknowingly sharing Turbulence's hesitancy to accept Cyclonus' neutrality given he was an elite warrior on the sire they fought for so long. Serving his purpose already, Turbulence willingly stayed out of the conversation already having privatizing his line and maintained his superior position over their convoy where he had a perfect coverage and aim over Cyclonus if he were to prove indeed hostile. Only time will tell if - like his other formerly Decepticon counterparts previously - Cyclonus could be trusted and allied with.

"Yeah." Prism smiled, guns still pointed. "Well, considering that I was the one who made the beacon in the first place a few days ago, grouped up the four of us, and pretty much started this whole thing, I'd say."

Cyclonus seemed to be slightly puzzled at what the wrecker responded with as he lifts a metal eyebrow at her.

"Several days ago?" he asks curiously, "Surely if you activated it that long ago, I would've detected it around the same time. After all, Iacon shouldn't be that far away no?"

He pauses as he then issues a sigh, as he looks over to their destination.

"But that doesn't really matter now... I guess I'll be tagging along with you guys for the meantime."

"Only a few times indeed." Nightscream grunted. Her database has got a lot less complete with the evacuation order, so she had no way of verifying anything that came out of Cyclonus' voice box. Unlike him, Nightscream never hid the fact she wasn't truly behind the decepticon cause and merely used her being useful to cool her heels in a very, very safe and war-free lab most of the time.

"Short term, yes, long term, we have much bigger problems. If you know of any large power generators, spaceship engines or another way to reach Earth with enough fire power to deal with the Nemesis, I would be very interested. You'll soon find out why." she said, directing Laserbeak to share his data with the other flyer.

She checked the status on her project. Fifteen percent. Woe was her. "We should get going so we reach the city in this century. I'd offer a lift but alas-" She looked at Prism, "-Some of us are entirely too heavy for now."

"If you really wanted to help," Prism cast a glance at Nightscream before turning to Cyclonus fully. "Then maybe you could help remind her of my giant frame and body. She might be bigger and bulkier than before, but I've still done a lot of heavy lifting." Prism's idea was simply for Nightscream or Cyclonus to transform into their vehicle forms on top of Prism's own vehicle form. Their weight wouldn't change at all, and with this, one of the two fliers would be able to use their jets to propel her and Sklog at insane speeds, reaching Iacon long before the Junkion caravan.

"I want to say no to your help, Cyclonus, but we don't really have the option to turn down your offer." Crossing her arms, she looked down at the ground. "You're going to want to take a look at that information that Nightscream sent to you. I don't think you're going to like our situation.

Sklog stopped his praising Cyclonus eventually as he came to the conclusion that this was likely not a good first impression for the Decepticon legend. Sklog got to his feet and resumed his normally stoic attitude, though in reality he was insanely excited to be working with the former decepticon as thousands of thoughts flooded his processor.

"Sklog happy to have help from Cyclonus. Cyclonus powerful." Sklog said with his excitement being thick in his words though not necessary picked up by his companions do to his speech impediment. The prospect of going to a far off planet and fighting alongside one of his heroes was an opportunity that Sklog was looking forward to.

"Short term, yes, long term, we have much bigger problems. If you know of any large power generators, spaceship engines or another way to reach Earth with enough fire power to deal with the Nemesis, I would be very interested. You'll soon find out why." Nightscream said, directing Laserbeak to share his data with the other flyer. "We should get going so we reach the city in this century. I'd offer a lift but alas-" She looked at Prism, "-Some of us are entirely too heavy for now."

Cyclonus instantly recognized the cassette transformer as his eyebrows lifted up for a second.

"Laserbeak old friend, where is your master?" he thinks to himself. Soundwave must have headed with Megatron and the others in their pursuit with the other autobots. As the transformer shared the mission data with him, Prism happens to speak to him as well.

"If you really wanted to help," Prism casted a glance at Nightscream before turning to Cyclonus fully. "Then maybe you could help remind her of my giant frame and body. She might be bigger and bulkier than before, but I've still done a lot of heavy lifting."

"I want to say no to your help, Cyclonus, but we don't really have the option to turn down your offer. You're going to want to take a look at that information that Nightscream sent to you. I don't think you're going to like our situation."

Cyclonus takes one last analysis at their current situation, having a bit of a frown as he inspects it. Regardless, he then comes back to reality and looks at Prism dead in the eyes.

"A crazy proposition you got here," he remarks simply, "But before you can find parts for your "little" ship, you'll need to activate a space bridge in order to even get there...

Of course, if you have that covered, I may know a few locations for some of the parts... maybe even a ship. There should be a few abandoned hanger bays, as well as a few surviving construction facilities located to the east end of the city in the factory district. You would think they they would all be completely annihilated during the war, but I think know a location or two that could benefit your cause..."

He then looks down to find Sklog being quite excited to have him be working with them, and then back at Prism.

"As for movement," sighs Cyclonus almost dreadfully, "And I can't believe I'm saying this... but I suppose I'd be giving you a ride. BUT first... I'd like to know who I'm working with. Your names please, minus Nightscream."