She knew the place; it was the tiny medical bay aboard the Constructicons' shuttle. However, there was something… off… about it. The whole room hummed quietly in a way that was hard to ignore at first, but quickly seemed to become a part of her. Capstone moaned softly and struggled to pull herself to a semi-sitting position.

A quick search of the room showed five Constructicons, several of whom were watching her in return, although Hook and Scrapper seemed to be consulting with each other over a read-out of sorts. Before anyone could say anything, though, the door slid open, and Long Haul entered, completing the set. "Ship's on auto, and course is plotted. We'll hear it if something goes wro- oh." He looked around at the others. "Finished putting her together, huh?"

This caught Hook and Scrapper's attention, and they both looked first up at Long Haul, then towards Capstone. "Oh, so you are awake," Hook observed needlessly.

Capstone sighed, then gave a single, firm nod of her head. "Yes. I am." She looked over the Constructicons. These were her creators, her family, and yet after having seen them for only a few moments through Omega Supreme's eyes, things already appeared so different. "You know, I'm not sure whether I should be angrier at you guys, or at myself," she said, voice frigid.

Optics brightened and fingers splayed in surprise. Glances were tossed about like confetti, but it was Bonecrusher who finally bulldozed through the silence. "What the smelt are you on about, Capstone?" he demanded.

"I need to know what happened back then. How it all fell apart. Your words. I read the files you guys have on it, but-" Capstone shook her head. "I thought they'd be enough. Assumed you'd tell me or show me everything I needed to know." She lifted her head and glared at her creators. "I guess I was wrong."

Silence fell again, but before it could settle, Scrapper sputtered into speech. "Well, uhm, ah… you see, it's not really a… comfortable subject for us."

Capstone's head snapped in Scrapper's direction, and she actually started to move towards him before she caught herself. "This is not about your personal comfort level!" she shouted. "This is something I need to know! Something I should have asked about before!" Then, suddenly, the anger left her, and she appeared to almost deflate. She looked around the room at the Constructicons, her family, and pleaded. "Please. I have to hear it."

Scavenger dropped her gaze and looked towards his feet, which seemed to have suddenly become quite interesting. He sighed. "She's right, guys. We shoulda told her."

Mixmaster replied, "Maybe so, but isn't it a bit late now, hmm?"

Scrapper gave Mixmaster a sharp look, his shovel perking before shaking slightly. "We don't know that yet!" he snapped. Then, finally, he turned back to Capstone. "I… okay, I guess it is time we told you." The nearest thing to an apology or an admission of guilt that was likely to come from Scrapper, but as it meant Capstone would finally get the full story, she accepted it, and Scrapper began.