Smokescreen looked out over Cybertron reborn, thinking deeply. He sighed, feeling relieved that the dark memories were not there. He could be reborn, just like his home. Sighing, he looked over the broken land; they had a lot of rebuilding to do.
"Solider, you have your duties, attend to them. We have a lot to do." Ultra Magnus commanded gently. "Sure thing," With a salute, Smokescreen turned and went on, hoping.
Ultra Magnus watched the young rookie go. Ever since they returned, the young bot seemed mature and tense, as if waiting for something to jump out and attack him. After a few solar cycles, Smokescreen calmed a bit and began acting like himself. But, as Bumblebee whispered to Arcee when he thought no one was listening, he was forcing himself to act like a rookie. Something was wrong and he wasn't telling.