[i]"...make sure they aren't after our heads."[/i] Certainly, it could have been a case of bad grammar and the omission of the subject, but Nightscream didn't like even the slightest idea of the other interpretation, which would have been Prism giving her an order. Not one bit. The frown couldn't be seen through her visor as Nightscream thought of poking Prism with a knife to see if she could install, if nothing else, some respect for one's elders.

[color=#9944DD]"Then by all means, you do so. And worry not about my height, I will happily take you to school once we return to base."[/color] she chuckled, her visor displaying an emoticon of a cheeky grin on the outside as the seeker moved out of the way.

IT seemed though that she would have to throw up a seminar on military communication as the Autobots all but alerted a potential hostile not only to their presence, but also to their intentions. It made her grind her dental plates. Megatronus could be in orbit listening for all they knew and here they were just happily chatting on the radio.

Fortunately the contact approached in orderly fashion. Nightscream's mental notes kept piling today - not every flier was a seeker for Primus' sake, just like not every heavily armored autobot was a wrecker! It must have been the four million years being left to rust affecting the autobots' processors. Nightscream supposed not everyone had access to a well stocked laboratory.

Nightscream's surprise at the identity of the newcomer was great. Her visor retracted so she could get a good look. [color=#9944DD]"And I thought I was old!"[/color] she only recalled tales of him, being stuck in a lab throughout most of the war, but the appearance was unmistakable, even sans the missing horn. [color=#9944DD]"Cyclonus..."[/color] [i]Put him to the pod right next to Prime, because this guy is a relic![/i]