Transformers Mansion

Fallstreak slinks into the hall, scanning the scene quickly to get an idea of what's going on. He can't remember right now if he's late or not. His systems have finally started to slow down over the last day or two, but he can't shake the sense of unreality about all this. He can't quite bring himself to think about the situation, either. But he's tried. He's had time, during all those failed attempts to catch some recharge.

He's walking in a daze, and and his Decepticon instincts know exactly how unhealthy that is. Survival's no longer necessary, but it's a habit he's going to cling to. So he nods polite acknowledgment at the Primes, and his hitherto-nameless allies, and goes to make friends with whoever controls the energon dispensers.