"Not even voice, huh?" Nightscream said, drumming her fingers on the table, "That's too bad." she said, reaching above the berth for the spark extractor. She did always wanted to repair it, there just wasn't any time with the other work. Well, this wasn't what she made that chassis for, but desperate times called for... interesting experiments? Nightscream rubbed her hands together and got to work.

Ten minutes later the blasted machine finally lit up. Sklog was looking nowhere near better too. End of line. Tapping the control she unlocked the door. [i]"Prism, Turbulence, lab. Now. Sklog's chassis is giving out, time for some radical measures."[/i] she called over the wireless, opening the files to show them. The sound of very heavy locks disengaging meant she also opened her vault. With the hiss of the door sliding open, she waited for the two Bots to get there. This one she couldn't carry out alone.