If he'd been in his own body, Overboost would've spat in disgust. The images he was seeing from Road Gator's cameras disgusted him to the point where it was hard to keep his mind within the motorcycle. "Now if you are willing to put your life on the line to kill as many Decepticons as possible then follow me" said yet another leader wannabe, and he could feel his hands, those of his body several mechanometers away, clenching in frustration. Ever since he'd escaped from Chopper's clutches he'd travelled Cybertron's surface, avoiding large concentrations of NAILs and only fighting Decepticons when absolutely necessary, hooking up with whatever group of Autobots he could find, and every time it had gone the same way.
The autobots he'd joined up with were all dead now, or most of them were, and Overboost's own survival was entirely because of the power afforded to him by nucleon. He knew why they'd died, and it was "heroes" like this Mega Wire, gung-ho firestormers who fashioned themselves Sideswipes, Prowls, Ironhides or, worst of all, Primes just because they'd managed to set up a semi-permanent base of operations and whose only concern was taking the fight to the Decepticons, guaranteeing a rapid and overwhelming response. He'd tried to warn other before and they never listened, but he had to keep trying. He had Road Gator tail them out of their turbofox hole and, once they were out, climbed on the bike itself and sped towards the head of the group, practically grinding against the large vehicle's side as he caught up. "Stop and listen to me before you get your people killed. You're going about this the wrong way". Overboost had lived through too much to be a people person and if they didn't listen, well, his survival rate amongst suicide groups was rather high anyway.