Skyfire bent down low to peer into the remains of a crumbled building. There were just too many places where his quarry could be hiding and as Skyfire had noted more than 20 years ago, he was just too big to be sneaking around. He smiled slightly at the memory then became serious again. He was back on Cybertron now, though, a much different Cybertron than the one he remembered from 9 million years ago.

He paused in his search and listened. Something had moved. Or someone. "Blitzwing?"

There was no answer and Skyfire was ready to move on when a deep, gravely voice said weakly, "What do you want, Skyfire?" Much too weakly.

"I heard what you did. I also heard what Galvatron did. You did the right thing."

"I committed suicide."

"It doesn't have to be that way. We can protect you."

"The Autobots can go to the pit."

"The Autobots didn't send me." When there was no response, Skyfire un'spaced a small package and tossed it through the opening. "This will keep you going until you decide. I'm easy enough to find." Now it was in Blitzwing's hands, Skyfire thought, leaving the Decepticon to make up his mind.