[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]A Passage Out

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Timeline:
Episode 2.5 | Week 1 | Day 3

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     It had taken Shockwave some time to get himself together, not for the fact that he had been unceremoniously hurled off the ship by a malfunctioning mute who decided to turn into a mother hen for the wrong split second, but because of need for some self repair. 

     Shockwave was not a lightweight mech by any means, and when he had landed there was no protecting all of his systems. Vital things could be saved, and proper landing skills had spared him most external damage. Rather, it was the shake to his internals and the sand that crept into the gaps of his frame that caused the trouble. His comms had been slightly damaged and required some time to go through repairs, checks, more repairs, and finalized checks to ensure he would be able to contact someone- anyone- across the Decepticon channel. That had be secondary, however. The sand? Clearing it out was a priority. It had invaded some rather important sections that he could not put at risk through transforming or else he'd be stuck in the middle of who knew where until everything was fixed properly again. Now, trying to clear out sand when you were practically removing one piece and having ten replace it was a difficult process, but establishing himself some shade had proved useful. 

     The Sahara may have been one giant sand box and a horrible idea of a joke from one mech to another where neither actually had a sense of humor, it was not an entirely barren place. It had landscapes, rock formations, and the scarce bit of plant life if one would look for it. Thankfully, Shockwave was a very patient mech and... something about having some silence for the first time in a long while definitely allowed him to think. By the time he had established a proper bit of shelter through a pile of rock formations and cleared out enough of the sand to make it safe to use his altmode, his communication link was fully functional and he brought himself to attempt to contact assistance. 

     Only it wasn't for Soundwave, the one that a mech would usually report to if they found themselves in a situation like this. No, the Nemesis was crashed and Soundwave was clearly compromised. Shockwave instead went for a particularly cunning feline who he figured was his next best option. Primus knew he wouldn't try for Starscream, that was for sure.

     ::This is Shockwave. My coordinates are being sent along with this transmission. I require a bridge.::

[Ravage]

High in the Steens Mountain range, columns and pillows of black basalt made up the rim of a jagged canyon. Clumps of dry grass clutched precariously to the rock faces, digging their roots into every fissure they could in an effort to survive.

When asked, "What's Oregon like?" most humans from the neighboring states would respond with one answer -

"Wet."

If you continued to press them to elaborate...

"Also, weird and full of LSD and space buses."

This was mostly true.

However, this part of Oregon was the one most people didn't know. Eastern Oregon wasn't the area that got put on cool Sci-Fi shows and cartoons with everyone discovering Bigfoot or finding out their boyfriend was actually a stack of gnomes in a people suit. Nor was it green and wet and lush, packed with quaint shops, artists, and hipsters and hippies that mingled over darn good food trucks.

Hot and arid, it was mostly desert. During the day it rose to unbearable temperatures where even the longhorned range cattle panted away next to brown waterholes, chewing cud in any shade they could find. Pronghorn antelope browsed endlessly on sage branches, their soft brown eyes constantly scanning the landscape for danger. Coyotes rattled their way through the scrub, and long-legged jackrabbits tensed as the slab-sided range dogs passed by.

At night, it dropped into bone chilling cold, even in high summer.

It wasn't the most hospitable of places.

Thus, it was absolutely perfect.

At least to the silent mech stretched out on a stony, shadowed ledge. His sleek belly was pressed onto the warm rock, his optics half-lidded. His long muzzle rested on curled paws; sharp silver tips of fang peeked out from either side of his mouth. From his vantage point, he could pick up his head, sniff, and look out across the broad bowl of a silent, dusty valley.

Well, he could have done without the blazing sun, but at night, oh, it was perfect. No lights but that of the moon and a shimmering curl of stars across the sky. Remote and distant, and he could almost put aside the fact that the humans even colonized this world. It was as distant from them as the silent slide of the Nemesis, flying through the clouds.

Or a room now turned into grey ashes and dark rubble. He'd padded through it, sniffing lightly at long-dead corpses. They'd been important to him once. The outstretched fingers of the guards, reaching for a weapon that he couldn't get to in time. The curl of another feline form, Nightstalker ripped from chest to stern as he'd fallen, defending their decrepit master.

Ravage rarely thought about those days. It was a long ago part of the pattern, absorbed into a thing greater than himself. Buried underneath a war that raged across time and space.

What he did know, was that he called no one Master.

Lord, of course. Megatron deserved that. Never Master though. Their relationship was based on mutual respect, on their own political views and understanding. Same with Soundwave.

The metal cat's ears twitched and fell slightly. In the back of his head, a presence still remained. When his thoughts brushed by it, it stirred and reached out stiffly as if it too needed the reassurance it was still here, still present.

Alive.

The crackle over the comm was unexpected though.

Ravage raised his muzzle off of his foreleg. Slanted red optics shuttered completely open as the cat lifted his nose and inclined his head. Shockwave? Calling him for a bridge?

Interesting...

::Commander Shockwave,:: he replied, his soft voice drifting over the now-open connection. ::Understood. I have your coordinates. Opening a bridge for you now.::

Seconds later, a flare of green light swirled open in front of the massive purple mech. It rippled and twisted.

On the other side- well, Shockwave would walk from one barren desert into another.

The mech would step out into the long bright light of late afternoon thorny brush, twisted trees... and a big metal cat, sitting like a decorative statue within the shadow of an outcrop. Ravage's paws were planted just so, tail sweeping around his haunches.

At least there was no water to be seen for miles and miles.

Little favors.

"It is good to see that you survived the crash of the ship," Ravage murmured. "I am afraid many were not so fortunate."

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     Shockwave didn't expect that anyone would actually be around to respond. Many had perished in the crash, and those who did manage to escape were most likely dealing with their own damages. The single-optic mech had been fortunate enough to land on dry ground, as irritating as the tiny particles had been, but he knew it could have been worse. Water would have been right up there in that category of 'worse case scenario', as considering his weight and lacking a secondary arm, he would have sunk like a stone.

     Imagine his surprise when a familiar voice did actually ping back to him. Vocals right away ruled out Soundwave, and the lack of shrilling whine to it canceled out the probability of Starscream or Knock Out. This was instead a mech- one of sorts- whom were within the small circle of those who he could tolerate. His master, a little less than so. The reliability of the Cybertronian feline was invaluable, and as such, when the bridge opened before him he didn't have hesitations with stepping through.

     When he saw what awaited him on the other side, he was both thankful and mildly irritated. He had transferred from one form of isolated wasteland to another. At least this one allowed for his pedes to have a little more standing, however. He didn't feel like he would sink, at least. He was able to be a little less mindful of footing and walked onward. He stood at the other side of the portal and glanced around, his red optic glowing brightly. It didn't take him long to spot the darkly colored creature sitting off in the shadows, as if providing himself with some sort of cover against whatever- elements, or just the sight of passersby. Though the latter seemed highly unlikely.

     "I assume some of the escape pods were rendered inoperable once the Nemesis struck the water's surface... or at least, inaccessible considering what I was able to see. We have no time to waste mourning those who have returned to the Well, but rather must reorganize ourselves and find those who have managed to escape the doomed vessel. Have you managed to locate others?"

[Ravage]

Shockwave would step from one absolutely barren blazing hot wilderness into a mostly barren one. Dark chunks of stone jutted out of the ground, interspersed with hardpacked dirt. Here and there there was a touch of green; but already the edges of the plants had started to crisp to a sharp, crackling yellow. 

As the bridge closed behind the massive mech, green-bottle flies whirred up and swept around his shadow, drawn by the dark purple of his plating in the hope of permanent shade.

Of all the mechs Ravage could have hoped to see, the scientist was one of them. Not only was he a formidable fighter, but his straightforward logic and devotion to science truly was appreciated. Especially under these absolutely chaotic circumstances.

With Megatron still not responding and Starscream struggling to settle his power base, as well as the threat of what had caused the Nemesis to be scuttled...

Well, at least there had been somewhere for them to go. Off and on today he'd been listening to the communications, listening to the emergency pings from the small mining places that were baffled by the abrupt lack of orders or communication being sent down. He was not his partner, and Ravage understood his own shortcomings. The cat didn't have the incredible multitasking processor that Soundwave posessed. He was methodical, and he could sniff out the situations, and pinpoint the pattern of what needed to be done first.

Pyrotech's base was well-hidden and well-fortified but not designed or equipped for this deluge of mechs, they were going to need to regroup, and then replace systems with whatever they could. Certainly need to upgrade some of them.

"Unfortunately, you are correct," Ravage replied.

The cat's tail flicked softly as he spoke, but other than that he didn't move. "Many of the Vehicon forces are unaccounted for, and presumed to have gone down with the ship, and we have lost contact with several mines and patrols as well.

"As of now, Starscream is the highest ranking officer and he has taken charge of the remaining crew."

He lifted a paw. "Luckily for us, there is an outpost here," he said. "One that was being built in secrecy, and unknown to most outside of a select few officers.

"For now, it will serve our purposes, but unfortunately, I do not think the plans ever were for it to accommodate a crew influx such as this. 

A twitch of an ear, he lifted his nose and sniffed at the mech in front of him. "It provides safe cover at least and we must keep it like that, of course. The Autobots will know we are grounded soon, if they do not realize it already. We are at a disadvantage at the moment." 

His jaws slipped open in as if in a slight, feline smile.  "Only for a moment, of course." 

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     "Starscream. How unfortunate." Shockwave was rarely rattled, but Starscream had been one of those mechs that the Scientist could barely take the presence of. One more than one occasion he had come close to offlining the Seeker by his own clawed servo for one reason or another. The only thing that had saved him had been Shockwave's own logic sensor. The Seeker, while irritating beyond comprehension and backstabbing to his own right had his place. At the time, while Megatron did not seem opposed to having the flyer taken out, it had not served a logical purpose. For Shockwave to have taken out his spark at any of those times would have put him in a position to be bothered but their Lord moreso than he already had been. With Starscream around to stir the pot and cause conflict among the ranks, their Lord had been far too busy with trying to keep order to come in the way of one of the Scientist and his studies.

     And as much as it pained Shockwave to admit, the Starscream was not as foolish as he looked. The dubious mech had intentions behind everything he did, no matter how stupid it would have appeared to be to one on the outside. Shockwave was not obvious to it, he just chose to let things play out as they would. With Starscream in charge it would mean much more annoyances than he would have liked, especially considering their current predicament, though perhaps fear of a repeat of their other encounters would keep him somewhat at bay... at least until he had a card in hand he wished to play that would work in the favor of the Decepticons.

     "If the Autobots are aware of our lack of free mobility, perhaps it will feed into their nature to assist, at least while the truce is still in play. We may be able to take advantage of this, but we must keep the fact we do have other means of shelter from them- should the need arise that we would need to use it to our benefit again, that is."

     Just as before, Starscream would serve his purpose, and until that use was no longer working in his favor, he would be safe from Shockwave's cannon... or at least from being used as one of his experiments.

     To be honest, Starscream was better than some of their other alternatives in leadership.

[Ravage]

Ravage flicked an ear forward. The tip of his tail briskly tapped out a thoughtful cadence.

"Starscream has been in this position before," the cat quietly reminded Shockwave. He arched his neck, his voice rumbling softly through his sharp silver fangs. "As troubling as this situation is, we have some advantages to when we first arrived here. We have resources and mines, and the ship is not gone. It will be salvaged."

The cat shook his head. "Ah, it would surprise me greatly if the Autobots assisted," he admitted.

It would. That was against pattern for them; even the softest of Autobots would not likely turn down an opening to end the war.

Not to mention he doubted Starscream would trust any assistance as far as he could throw it.

They had been lucky that they had any place close to retreat to at all that could accomodate most of them. It was certainly not ideal, and absolutely not big enough at the moment. Pyrotech had thrown himself into work digging out underneath and two of the store rooms had been commendeered for places to at least remain underground. That was the big concern; as remote as this place was and how carefully the architect had hidden it did not matter if activity was spotted overhead by even a roving human aircraft.

Simple directions. Move at night as much as was possible. No roads in or out of the base. Construction of a rough tunnel leading out miles from the actual base was first on the list; Ravage had seen the uninjured Vehicons set to help construction along.

"Are you injured in any way?" Ravage asked. "It is a bit of a walk from here."

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     Shockwave did not need the reminder, he just did not want to think on it. Starscream would serve his purpose in the new position as anyone else did and, should their Lord suddenly reappear after this desperate time of need, he would promptly be removed from power and placed where he was best suited, as was the way their command ladder had a tendency to work. Shockwave just assume not deal with it or be bothered with the politics on the matter- they would sort it out as needed and he would continue his work- uninterrupted, preferably, though somehow he doubted that with the screecher in charge.

     He only hoped the fear of being impaled on something sharp again would keep Starscream well enough away. Hope. Silly concept, that was. Starscream would probably be the one to break the truce by some foolish act that he came up with on a whim and had zero doubts would fail. It most likely would... but Shockwave could still be surprised.

     Perhaps.

     "I function to satisfactory levels that would not hinder travel." Round about way for Shockwave to say he was fine, at least from what he could tell. He had made repairs on himself with what he could and had let the self repair do the rest. Whether or not it took care of everything at this point he didn't know, but he figured once he could establish himself in a place away from exposure he could make a more detailed self diagnosis. Not that he didn't have an advanced one already. Considering the one he trusted the most to repair his own injuries was, in fact, himself, he would hardly allow his means of diagnostics to be sub par. Still, a quick pass over once he was settled in this hidden facility would not be unwarranted.

     "We should make haste. The longer we are exposed, the further issues that may arise from it. We have been dealt far too many surprises to believe that nothing else would happen." When trouble starts downhill, it's difficult to stop. It wasn't a concept to be trifled with and Shockwave surely wasn't up for dealing with anything more considering the past few days. 

[Ravage]

Ravage stood up from where he was seated within the shadows of the stones. He stretched out his forelimbs, chest nearly brushing the ground as he drew his paws along the dry soil underneath him. Clumps of grass shifted out of the earth with his motion, torn up by his weight and the curl of his feet.

Then the cat straightened back up. His tail hung low at his hocks, the tip slightly twitching as he padded forward a few steps.

"Good," he replied, after a quick sniff. Shockwave didn't smell greviously injured or in need of medical assistance out here, but you never knew about internal things. Sometimes those were too delicate and shielded within thick plating for his nose to even touch on.

Unfortunately, the way things were situated right now at the outpost, it was absolutely a walk, and something he hadn't wanted to do during the day. Ravage was a creature of dark places and long shadows - out here up in the high hills the sunshine was bright and powerful. Given his choice, he'd have rather been inside, but right now he'd been dealing with all those that could call in and request for a groundbridge to be opened.

A bit of empathy passed across that constant connection. It was a wonder that Soundwave had any time at all to himself with the sheer amount of requests and pings for travel. Ah well, once things were dealt with and the stragglers found, it would no doubt calm down around here. The last thing he needed was a ping for a door while he was back on the trail of MECH. Distractions could be dealt with, but Ravage preferred to not have someone poking him over the comm while he was belly low and in the middle of infiltrating, thank you.

"Agreed," he nodded, and stepped forward into the bright sun. His slanted red optics half-shuttered at the blazing sky as he padded towards Shockwave. The cat's ears flattened back as he hit a particularly bright spot and had to turn his head. Little ripples of heat shimmered from his black shoulders.

"Follow me," he murmured to Shockwave as he picked a path for them down a barren gully. "If I may ask, how did you end up so far from the ship?"

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     Shockwave was silent for a while after the question was presented to him. He would have been quick to answer should it have been anyone else, but some part of him was hesitant. He knew the bond between Ravage and Soundwave was a close and unusual one and to say one thing would probably bring about more questions, but how much explanation would Shockwave be willing to give? Just as Shockwave, Soundwave had a reason behind what he did, though the Scientist felt that the other mech may have compromised. That alone made Shockwave unease, considering that if that were the case, they were in more trouble than anyone was really aware. Not that he could tell from here if it were or not, however.

     So he followed, his steps much heavier and more pronounced in comparison to the feline creature who led him. He didn't need to hide out here, as there wasn't any way for him to do so if they were spotted. Luckily for Shockwave he was one to pack a lot of punch in spite of the lack of actual combat experience. That was all he needed to rely on.

     "Soundwave," he finally began, "found it was necessary to take it upon himself to remove me from the ship." That was all he decided to say on it, as that was really the only explanation he really needed or could have given to Ravage. He preferred not to state hypothesis he could not easily find the result of, and this far away from the culprit would only serve to further trouble the situation.

     "Do we have one of our own in charge of this facility?"

[Ravage]

Underneath Ravage's paws, the dry sand and soil was barely disturbed as the cat strode along. His hind feet neatly swung into the slight tracks left by his front feet. A small patch of dried brush rattled against his shoulder as he moved on by it; the cat passed through and then offered the offending bit of vegetation a quick slap with the tip of his tail.

"Hmmm," Ravage replied. "I see."

In a way, it didn't surprise him that Soundwave had sent Shockwave out of the ship. Perhaps he was concerned about the mech coming down with the same issue that he himself had. Shockwave's dedication to science and logic was un-yielding, and if anyone could discover what the issue had been to bring the Nemesis down, perhaps it would have been him.

It was entirely possible that Soundwave felt he needed to be put somewhere safe on Earth without contact to the others.

There was a faint, faded touch across that connection between them as if in response to Ravage's thoughts.

Ah, or perhaps a remote drop in the middle of nowhere meant his old friend had been rather unamused by whatever scenario had occured, and sent Shockwave to take a time out. Straight from the middle of the ocean to the desert. Fair enough.

"We do," the cat replied. "This outpost was not general knowledge among the crew. It was to serve as an entirely hidden base of operations for a mission up the line."

His tail flicked again. "It is overseen by Pyrotech, one of our architects that recently returned from deployment in Australia."

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Whereas Ravage had the soft steps of his feline nature and was able to move fluidly along without either drawing attention to himself or disturbing more than what was needed for travel, Shockwave was much different in that department. He was a heafty brute, madeso even more by the weight of the after-the-fact cannon arm, and when he took a step it was one to be noticed. Not only did he not have the caution about him to watch where he was walking, as he found no reason to waste time on such things, but he didn't so much need to either. He was larger, so he carried the power and as the bigger mech the others could get out of his way. Most of them would, for one reason or another.

Probably for the sake of not wanting to draw attention to themselves as an irritation and risk ending up on one of his tables.

Example one of his large and in charge appearance: the poor dried brush that had previously offended Ravage found itself under his pede, crushed against the dry ground below. When the pede lifted it was barely even recognizable as a plant- just something that had been run over and made to be quite flat.

He didn't pay mind to it, however. His processor was elsewhere, having absorbed the knowledge of this Pyrotech from Australia. Shockwave didn't go out of his way to learn the designations of many of the Decepticons who served with them, unless they were somehow at the unfortunate end to wind up in his lab for exploritory services, at which point they were reduced to mere numbers. Neither of his commanders- Megatron nor the temporary stand in of Starscream- had hollered the designation of this one so he must not have done anything to justify crossing them.

"It would seem that should that future mission be needed, a new location would need to be constructed to ensure it is not compromised." 'Not general knowledge' was one of those fancy ways of saying 'need to know', and SHockwave was not in the need-to-know. Sometimes that was the best place to be, as it meant no one bothered him for information on things that were not directly related to him. SInce this mission was not one of those things, he found it to be too much unnecessary small-talk to bother even asking about it. "Is the facility adequit for our needs, or should I be made aware of shortcomings?"

[Ravage]

Ravage slunk around an outcropping of rock. The cat's rolling walk was steady; his frame moved in that peculiar way that cats did. His long tail drifted out behind him as he placed his paws just so, barely stirring the dirt beneath him. With a light leap he moved to a section of rock and pounced upwards.

Shockwave would likely be able to step right over it.

"Very true," the cat agreed, his voice drifting back out of his chest with a low, soft rumble. "I have no doubt that whoever is in command will no doubt call for this base to be leveled and instruct them to move somewhere else. Pyrotech has built many outposts like these since coming here."

With a short bound, Ravage landed back on the dirt. He raised his nose and sniffed at the air, his tail swishing thoughtfully from side to side as he continued on.

"He will build more. His construction methods are low drain on our resources."

"As for the base itself, it has many shortcomings," the cat said after a moment. "At the moment, we have managed to salvage together enough relays to keep the groundbridge operational. I can still control it, and that is what I have been tasked to do."

The cat's ears flattened back. He would do this request to the best of his ability until Soundwave was able to return. However, it was not what he was built for, and while he was the first to admit he liked nothing more than to bask on a warm rock and let his mind wander with information, he certainly did not appreciate fifty different calls for assistance at all hours of the day.

Ravage was patient to a fault but he was not his partner. Soundwave's ability to multitask was far superior to his own.

"However, the rest of this base is quite low tech. Much of what is in place here was built from older parts; salvage from crashed vessels, or even stolen human technology. The medical bay is non-existent, we do not have adequate housing for all of these mechs yet, and..."

"Ah yes. I am sure you will be able to find quarters of your own that you will not have to share with anyone. Yet at the moment there is a rather large lack of doors available."

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     The two were an odd pair to see in a side-by-side. Ravage was suited for Soundwave, with both having their own means of silence about them, partnered as a single cohesive unit. Then there were the pair with the feline-like mech staying pace with the Scientist. While Ravage moved with the expertise of one who perfected the art of stealth, Shockwave had the elegance of an elephant in a fun house, and just as clunky. 

     The dirt and rocks that didn't so much as move with Ravage's touch trembled under the steps of the much larger mech, many of which he did, in fact, step over. The rest was either crushed beneath him or were lucky enough to roll out of the way. He continued on without so much as a look of acknowledgement to what he was destroying. At least it was a good thing there weren't fleshlings under him or they could have faced the same fate.

     "That is of little consequence." Clear hint in the wording: Shockwave would find no issue with finding a private quarters he would not need to share, with or without a door.

     Doors were an important object to most, providing privacy and shelter that allowed them to be separated from others. While they would have been nice to have, they were hardly on Shockwave's list of priorities when there were clearly many more concerns needing to be addressed. Whereas someone like Knock Out would have benefited from such a trivial thing ( and probably would whine and fuss about it until he sent his lackey out to fetch something suitable ), Shockwave was less than bothered by whether or not there was one. Most were swayed from bothering him simply because it was him and few wanted to be within arm length of the Scientist. Those who were not as cautious he just ignored... or found other means to threaten. Starscream had been at the receiving end and had learned his lesson- idiocy or not, after that incident, the Seeker usually didn't dare bother him unless there was a good reason.

     "I have worked with much less. I am certain I will find adequacy with the limited supplies. Given our situation, little is better than none. When the opportunity arises, we should send out the ones we can spare to salvage what we can from the Nemesis crash site. We may be fortunate enough to have something of use wash ashore."

[Ravage]

Ravage's jaws parted ever so slightly in a quiet feline smile. Unlike most of the Decepticons that found themselves now out here among the stones and barren desert, he didn't find that Shockwave was being anything but perfectly straightforward, and ah, he had missed that. The big mech was correct, the situation was little to no consequence to him.

Unlike many others.

There had been some rather unpleasant moments of absolute squalling as many of the mechs once they realized that this was where they were now living. At a remote little outpost that had never been designed to take on an influx of mechs, let alone a major portion of the Decepticon army. With a med-bay that was basically a slab of rock with machinery that had been retired for eons in the supply rooms of the Nemesis, a common area that bascially was being held up by chunks of rock, and dirt, dirt and more dirt that slipped gritty fingers into joints and clogged up systems that were used to the constant filtration of the massive spaceship.

"Truth," he agreed, glancing back at Shockwave as he lightly hopped up to the top of the cluster of stones. "I think sometimes the fact that we have been in far more difficult circumstances than not having a door or private quarters has been forgotten by many."

His ears pinned back slightly and then returned to their neutral position.

"As for our situation, I agree. We will need the salvage if we cannot get the ship back into the air in the foreseeable future. I have been monitoring over the last few days, and unfortunately, there has not been much to find yet."

"Yet," he murmured thoughtfully.

"I expect there will be some. Is there anything you would like me to keep a particular eye out for, if possible?"

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     "Some were not around when we were in much more... dire... circumstances."

     Ravage had been around quite some time, as had Soundwave and, of course, their Leader. Many had been created and placed in a particular lifestyle, a specific job, back when designations were limited to sectors and numbers. He had been among the lucky ones- a mech who possessed a processor capable of limitless possibilities- though it had come at a price. A price he hand't needed to pay, but one that, back then, he had been willing to. The glory of their people, the preservation of innocent life...

     Illogical foolishness. It had a silver lining, for the punishment he received for his insubordination allowed for him to become the creation he was now. Perfection. His price was paid.

     Though the matter at hand.

     He had been scouting the location after Ravage's question. There would be debris, most of it useless, though if the feline was going to be camping out here he may as well be useful. Outside of collecting what was left of their forces, any objects coming up from the crash that could be beneficial to them would need to be collected and taken to their new location. As for anything in particular?

     "My lab is a separate section from the ship and sustained no hull damage in the crash. I doubt that anything from there would be surfacing. Though I would advise you to keep a lookout for anything that could be recognized as 'alien technology' to the organics of this world. If this event has not been discovered by organizations- MECH, or the ones working with the Autobots- it will not go unnoticed for long. We will need to collect whatever we can to avoid it from falling into enemy hands. We do not know what may, or may not, be beneficial to them, so it is best to gather what we can."