Smokescreen sat outside Hangar E, a ways into the desert. He stared silently into the sun, unblinking. He did not move as Ultra Magnus came and sat beside him.

The Commander did not mince words.

"What is troubling you, youngling?"

It was a moment before Smokescreen replied. "I-It's just..."

He sighed.

"Am I the last Academy mech? I-I didn't graduate, to be honest... There was so much prejudice against Praxians, I didn't have
a chance. On that same note, as the humans say... You and your younglings were the only ones to truly show kindness to me. And 'Dancer... She was a true friend. But... I can't stand the thought of everyone, dead. I mean, the Academy was bombed, just a few orns after I left. No one else was supposed to leave. And as far as anyone knows... there were no survivors. Am I the last one? There are only four Praxians on earth besides me... It's very likely I'll be the last of my species."

Magnus was quiet for a long moment.

"I... understand."