While the drive back to Iacon would be long, Prism knew that her time could easily be occupied by thoughts of both the past and the future. She respected the Junkions and all that they were, but they weren't going to be enough. Not only did she, Turbulence, and Nightscream need some improvements to stand a better chance, but they were about as much of a fighting force as four cybertronians could be. 

Surely there were more out there, somewhere. Maybe The Wreckers were out somewhere. In all her time working in Iacon's hangar, she never hear back from her old friends. Kup, she knew his fate, but the others were something to question. 

Before she could take a hike through her memories, she received a memo from Nightscream. There seemed to be no real reason to need to have her alternate mode blend in with Earth and whatever vehicles they might have. Turbulence only showed Prism the documents of Megatronus' rise, so she wasn't able to take a good look at any of the vehicle models that Turbulence was hogging for himself. No matter, though. She was rather content for the moment. However, when the time came, she planned on making some big changes to her chassis. She laughed at Nightscream's additional note. With a sigh to calm herself down, she spoke through the comm channels, making sure that Nightscream could hear her. 

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that whatever Alt I pick next will be of use."

With those notes out of the way, she went back on track to thinking about the Wreckers. Whirl, Primus help him if he's still alive somewhere, would probably be best staying away from the fight. Prism had done well enough with her tinkering to stave off rampancy and destablization so far, but Whirl was already down that path even before the Ark took off. All in all, she wasn't quite sure if anyone other than Kup had taken off back then. The Wreckers really weren't called to action unless it was a thousand-to-one, and somehow they'd be able to pull a victory out of thin air.

Wherever they were, only Primus knew.