As Grimlock continued aimlessly wandering the narrow streets (from his perspective anyways), he was interrupted by what appeared to be some kind of portal opening in the sky above him. The only thing he knew that was similar was the space bridge portal, although he was sure it was something else entirely. However, he brushed it off as not his problem. There was likely very little he could do about the rift anyways, and it wasn't doing anything against him at the moment.

A wave of dark thoughts began to press against his mind. His wrath began to grow, and he somehow felt very angry. He wasn't very sure, but it almost felt as if something were entering his mind. This of course made him very angry. Nobody controlled him! Anyone who tried would be cut down, deactivated, and torn to shreds, although not specifically in that order. An orange flame began to flicker into existence above his armor, and he could feel his rage begin to consume him.

"Get out ... of my head!" His voice was an animalistic growl, his fists were clenched, and he was ready to snap at a moments notice.

However, his words proved pointless, for as soon as the presence was felt, it vanished again. His mind had automatically muted the remaining voices, allowing him to slowly reign in his temper. His aura of flame dissipated as he began to return to his usual state of mind, his anger being slowed to a low boil. Having calmed himself enough to observe his surroundings, he watched some sort of pillar rose up to smash into the red hand of doom. The pillar appeared to be stronger than the hand, as it was banished back to wherever it had come from. Well, now he new he wasn't alone on this alien world.

Changing his course, Grimlock began to head towards the origin point of the power surge. It looked close, no more than a few blocks away. He was curious if this new power was a threat or not. Should he seek to destroy it, or could it perhaps aid him in finding out where he was.