Bumblebee had stepped into darkness, his team following him loyally. He could tell they had entered somewhere large, maybe an industry or factory. It smelled of oil and energon, and what sounded like an enormous engine groaned in the background.
"Turn your visuals on," Bumblebee ordered, and clicked on his front headlights. Sideswipe and Strongarm did the same.
When Bumblebee recognized their surroundings, he moaned. "No. No, this is impossible."
"Sir?" Strongarm asked, her gun at the ready. Sideswipe unsheathed his swords, and his facemask slid into place.
"It's the Nemesis," Bumblebee said in a voice quiet with horror.
"The what?" Sideswipe asked loudly.
Bumblebee shushed him frantically. "The warship! Megatron's warship?"
"Megatron?" Strongarm asked. "But…but he disappeared long ago, sir. In the battle for Cybertron? We learned this stuff in history class."
Bumblebee turned to her, his face replicating the confusion that she felt. "I…I don't understand it either. This entire thing was pulled apart when we were rebuilding Cybertron. It's been so long…" he trailed away, his optics grazing over the dark stone and red-lit floors.
"Does this mean Megatron's back?" Sideswipe asked, sheathing his swords. "Cool!"
"Fix-it, come in. Fix-it, can you hear me?" Bumblebee whispered into his comm link. The answering static told him they were on their own.
"Stay together," he instructed his teammates. "Do not leave my side, guys."
As they moved together down the hallway, Strongarm and Sideswipe glanced at each other questioningly.
It was the first time they'd seen Bumblebee truly scared.