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"A recent development, huh...?" Turbulence echoed back to the Autobot, sounding in disbelief of the situation.

Then again, given the rusty terrain and the two Decepticons before them actually not trying to kill anyone, it appeared recent circumstances have changed into a mutual commonality for survival. There really must not be any legitimate command structure anymore if these Cybertronians of different ideologies are able to talk on a more civil manner, especially without any armed introductions Turbulence has since gotten used to during heated "negotiations". He only wondered now how many other mechs were out there, unknowingly still fighting the war or salvaging whats left of the world they destroyed.

The large Decepticon from earlier gazed down upon him with an unexpectedly happy expression and cleared off an excess amount of metallic sand still on him; probably magnetized. The big guy then turned and walked toward the hanger as where everyone else now was headed too. "Umm...Thank you?"

In kind, Turbulence decided to follow the uncanny group toward the structure, possibly to see what use it could be made from it. The more slender of the two Decepticons seemed to gaze at the local surroundings and commented that for the time being they were alone. The thought of being being stuck with two of his "former" enemies didn't sit too well with Turbulence but without any working weapons to dispute that notion or, well, working [i]anything[/i] really, the Autobot slowly accepted the reality he was now living in.

Not long afterwards, that same Decepticon whom would later identify herself as Nightscream, looked at him with a rather disgusted look and queried towards Prism, who Turbulence had personally figured out himself, if there were any medical supplies around that could patch up the Autobot flyer. Apparently Nightscream didn't find any appeal of the heavily damaged bot, commenting his state as "falling apart" to which he himself didn't appreciate but his readouts were inclined to agree with the Decepticon's statement, leaving Turbulence to only groan in dissatisfying annoyance.

Soon a new topic had brewed, one that asked for them being summoned here. It was perhaps one he himself could apply his personal input to. "From a military standpoint...It would be better to re-group and expand our numbers, that way we have more hands to pitch in towards a common goal. In this case, survival and rebuilding Cybertron as stated by Prism." Turbulence explained hoping to answer Nightscream's query and expand on Prism's own broadcasted words, before turning his attention to the larger Decepticon in the room all the while addressing his on identity to everyone else, "My name is Turbulence by the way...How about yours big guy?"