Most people wouldn't expect two oil-rig workers and a young boy genius to be friends. Nevertheless, Spike and Sparkplug considered Chip Chase one of their closest friends, since they had two things in common: their friendship with the Autobots and their love for anything out of this planet. So, it was only natural that father and son wished to share with young Chip their latest adventure, as well as the secret that the Autobots discovered under the Aegean waters. And, when Chip expressed his wish to see Faera with his own eyes, they were more than willing to take him to the Ark so that he could meet the Sadjen. Bumblebee offered a ride to all three humans and, in less than a half hour, they were inside Autobots Headquarters and heading towards the common room; they figured that Faera would be there, in the company of the other Autobots.

She wasn't, but the common room was far from empty. Blaster and Cosmos were sitting at one of the tables, talking over a cube of energon alongside Skyfire and Huffer. That is, Skyfire and Huffer did most of the talking, while the other two Autobots listened on with great interest. So engrossed they were in their conversation that they didn't notice the newcomers at first. That is, until Bumblebee addressed them with a knowing smile.

"I guess you guys are catching up with the news?"

Blaster and Cosmos lifted their gazes and nodded, smiling in greeting. "It looks like a lot of stuff happened while we were away," the communications officer noted. "Skyfire and Huffer have been telling us all about it."

"So you haven't met Faera yet?" Chip asked curiously.

Cosmos shook his head. "We returned from space just a couple of hours ago," he said. "And Skyfire's just said that she's hardly left Wheeljack's lab since last night."

Sparkplug frowned slightly and looked up at the Valkyrie. "There's nothing wrong, I hope?"

"Not that I know of," Skyfire replied. "But building Faera's transmitter isn't easy, and neither Perceptor nor Wheeljack want to leave anything to chance."

"That thing will never work," Huffer said, sipping some of his energon. "And even if it works, I don't see what good it will do to us."

"What do you mean? We have to communicate with her somehow," Bumblebee said.

"But what if she doesn't want to?" the other minibot argued. "She lived alone before we found her. You can't just take away that kind of freedom from a wild animal."

"We're not taking anything away from her," Skyfire said. "Though she has lived alone, Sadjens are, in fact, highly gregarious life-forms. They live in large packs, and all the members move and think as a single unit; that's where their real strength lies."

"Or used to, at least," Spike noted, aware of Faera's story by now. "It can't have been easy for her to detonate those bombs. Or wander in deep space in silence for 400 years."

Cosmos shuddered. "And you guys wonder why I like Blaster's music. If I travelled for that long without something to keep me company, I would lose my mind."

Skyfire nodded, and drank some of his own energon. Chip, however, noticed a very thoughtful expression settled on Bumblebee's features.

"What's in your mind, Bumblebee?"

"My first meeting with Faera," the Volkswagen answered. "Back then, I thought she didn't attack me because she didn't feel threatened by me. But now…" He shook his head at once. "Never mind."

"You wonder if she reached out to you because she felt lonely," Sparkplug said, seeing through Bumblebee's train of thought.

Bumblebee nodded. "Silly, right?"

"Not at all," Skyfire said, a small smile of reassurance on his lip components. "And perhaps that's one more reason she decided to join the Autobots."

"Decided?" Huffer echoed. "She came here because Prime asked her to."

"Asked being the keyword here," Blaster said. "She could have just as easily said: 'No way', and ride away into the sunset on her own, if you know what I mean."

"She'd never do that," Bumblebee said.

Cosmos looked at Bumblebee closely, cocking his head curiously. "You really think so?"

"Come on, guys! She looked after me when I fell into stasis-lock, and she protected me when Ebon showed up," the minibot replied. "She even fought alongside us when the Decepticons showed up."

"Yeah, she did, but that doesn't make her an Autobot," Huffer pointed out.

"It makes her one at heart," Bumblebee argued, "Just as it makes Spike, Sparkplug and Chip here."

All three humans couldn't help but smile at those words. Blaster, on the other hand, chuckled kind-heartedly.

"Touché," he said, "And I can't help but feel more curious about our female addition in the crew now."

"Me too," Chip said, straightening his glasses. "Do you think Perceptor and Wheeljack will let us in the lab?"

"Well, there's a way to find out," Skyfire said, a small smile on his lip components. "Just ask."

It was then that the characteristic sound of an incoming transmission cut through the air.

"Uh oh," Blaster said with a wince. "Cosmos, my man… Something tells me we just got busted."

Sure enough, when the communications' officer activated his transmitter, everyone heard Prowl's voice loud and clear from the other end of the connection.

"Prowl to Blaster and Cosmos. Please proceed to my office for your report," the tactician said.

"Gotcha, Prowl; see you in a minute," Blaster said, and ended the transmission. Cosmos, on the other hand, sighed in resignation.

"I guess that's our cue," he noted, and he stood up.

"As is ours," Skyfire said. "It's high time Huffer and I found Ironhide."

"Ironhide?" Spike asked before he could help it.

"Yup," Huffer replied, shaking his head. "What on Cybertron came over him and why he suddenly wants to clear the ground outside the Ark, I'll never know."

The humans didn't really understand what Huffer meant, nor did they get the chance to find out more. At the next moment, Skyfire prodded the minibot down the corridor, declaring that they shouldn't delay any further. So, all that they could do was watch all four Autobots walk away, then turn around the corner and out of sight.

"Now that was weird," Chip said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Skyfire is hiding something."

"He is," Sparkplug said, rubbing his chin in thought. "But what?"

"Beats me," Bumblebee said with a shrug. "Come on, let's see if we can get inside Wheeljack's lab."

The humans agreed to that whole-heartedly. A few moments later, Bumblebee pressed the call-button to the lab, and all four companions waited for the engineer to answer.

"Come on in!"

Bumblebee pressed the enter button, complying. As the door opened with a gentle hiss, everyone stepped inside and quickly caught sight of Wheeljack himself. He was sitting at a table in the centre of the room and stooping over several tiny pieces of circuitry, connecting them to form a small computer chip. He wasn't alone, however. Perceptor and Faera were working on a computer a little further away, just as focused as the engineer. In fact, it appeared for a moment that none of them had noticed the newcomers, but Wheeljack finally lifted his head, his smile reflected in his optics.

"Hey, guys. Hello, Chip! Long time, no see," he said, waving. "So what brings you all here?"

"Actually, we were hoping Chip would get to talk to Faera," Bumblebee said, "But if you're busy, we can drop in some other time."

"Nah, it's fine," Wheeljack said, and pointed with his thumb to the direction of Faera and Perceptor. "Those two need to take a break anyway. They've been at it for hours."

"Really?" Chip asked, surprised. From where he was, he could see the monitor of the computer flashing rapidly, an indication that the machine was fully operational. However, Perceptor wasn't touching the computer, while Faera seemed to be just standing there, her fingers resting on the keyboard. Even so, the young human could see that the Sadjen's gaze was slightly unfocused, and there was a soft, green glow visible in her eyes.

"She's downloading her animal language in the computer, as well as a translation of it in English," Wheeljack answered, seeing through Chip's perplexity. "Perceptor is processing the info so we can also have a translation of it in Cybertronian."

"So you can program all three languages inside the chip?" Bumblebee asked.

"That's the general idea." Wheeljack said with a chuckle.

"But how does she even do that?" Chip asked, still staring at the Sadjen. "She's not typing anything."

"She doesn't have to," Perceptor answered, overhearing Chip. "By changing the energy of her core into electrical surges, she has the ability to manipulate any piece of machine at will."

"Wow… that sounds a bit like what that Kremzeek thing used to do," Chip said thoughtfully.

"Quite right," Perceptor said. "However, she controls her energy better than that electrical monster, so she doesn't short-circuit anything."

"You do realise that I can hear you talking about me, right?" Faera declared. Her eyes never left the computer screen, but she was clearly more alert, and a small smile was visible on her lips.

Perceptor chuckled in a sheepish manner. "Of course. Awfully sorry about that," he said. "Then I suppose we can put an end to our task for a while so you can make acquaintances with Chip."

"Very well," she said. She lifted her hand from the keyboard after setting the computer into sleep mode, and she turned around, the glow gone from her eyes. She greeted Bumblebee and the humans cordially. "You must be Chip," she noted, regarding the bespectacled human closely.

"I sure am," Chip said, extending his hand in a handshake, an action that the Sadjen mirrored at once. "This is incredible. Meeting one race of aliens was big, but meeting another one feels too incredible to be true."

Faera raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, something that made the Autobots chuckle.

"Chip works as a professor's assistant at the Portland Observatory," Bumblebee explained, patting Chip on the head. "Let's just say that you've just made one of his wishes come true."

"I see," Faera said. Even so, she still regarded Chip in a perplexed manner. "You seem quite young though."

"Chip is one of his kind," Spike said, smiling broadly. "And I should warn you, you're about to be bombarded by a ton of questions."

"Spike, I'm not that bad!" Chip exclaimed, mortified. Even so, he looked at the present Autobots with uncertainty. "Am I?"

"I most certainly think not," Perceptor said, smiling. "There's nothing wrong with wishing to satisfy one's curiosity, after all."

"Yup. But, since I can hear my and Perceptor's converters rumbling, I'd better get some energon for us first," Wheeljack declared, and he headed to the exit. "You guys wait here; I'll be right back."

Just when the engineer was about to press the enter button and step outside, however, the door was activated as if on its own accord to reveal five very familiar, large forms. Wheeljack, and everyone else for that matter, couldn't help but stare at all the Dinobots incredulously, because they certainly never expected to see them walk through that door.

"Grimlock… guys… Now that is some surprise," Wheeljack said, once his initial shock ebbed away. "What can I do for you?"

Grimlock let out a heavy grunt and darted his visor every which way, obviously in search of something. "Me Grimlock and other Dinobots hear them Autobots have new warrior. Me Grimlock want see him."

"Us too," Swoop added, sounding quite excited. "Is him new warrior Dinobot, too?"

Perceptor, Bumblebee and the humans winced quite visibly at the Dinobots' wrong assumption. Faera, on the other hand, watched the scene silently, her gaze unwavering as she looked at the Dinobots in quite the curious manner.

"Uh…" Wheeljack said, embarrassed, "If you mean Faera, she's right over there."

Five set of optics immediately locked on the Sadjen, regarding her with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Then, as curiosity got the better of him, Sludge approached Faera and gave her the once over from up close.

"It look like her Carly," he noted in a musing tone, then proceeded to boldly poke her chest. "Not make clang like her, too."

Faera raised an eyebrow at that. "No, I'm not a robot, if that's what you're saying."

"But you Faera warrior?" Snarl asked, deciding to come closer as well.

"A soldier, actually," she replied with a small nod.

"Oh?" Slag said, clearly not believing a single word. "Then where your weapons?"

Faera frowned. "I don't need any in this form."

"This form?" Swoop echoed. His optics widened as the thought occurred to him. "You Faera transformer, too?"

"You can say that," the Sadjen answered.

Grimlock, however, had his doubts, just like Slag. "If you Faera not robot, then how you Faera transform?"

This time, Faera crossed her arms, and looked at Grimlock straight in the optic, even though he towered over her because of his sheer size. "I have my ways."

Grimlock snorted, then circled the Sadjen, all the while scrutinising her from head to toe. Though it was obvious that she was getting tired of that kind of treatment, Faera did nothing; she just indulged the Dinobot leader until he reached his final verdict.

Finally, after what seemed like centuries, Grimlock stood in front of Faera once more.

"You Faera maybe warrior," he said. "But you weakest warrior me Grimlock ever saw."

"Hey, come on, Grimlock, that's not--" Wheeljack started, but Faera raised her hand, stopping him.

"It's fine," she said, then drew her attention back to Grimlock. "Pray, finish what you have to say."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the Sadjen and the Dinobot leader, another sort of conversation took place behind their backs.

"This isn't going very well, is it?" Chip asked in a low tone.

"And it's not going to end well either, by the look of things," Sparkplug seconded.

"For who is what I wonder," Spike commented, swallowing hard.

"That will depend on who loses their temper first," Perceptor replied, his tone just as low.

Grimlock, on the other hand, kept on with his taunt.

"You Faera want more?" he asked the Sadjen contemptuously. "You Faera not Dinobot. You Faera not even Autobot! You Faera soft just like them humans, except bigger!" His right hand clenched into a fist, which he brought close to Faera's eyes in an intimidating manner. "Me Grimlock can crush you with bare hands!"

Faera was hardly fazed, though. She simply tilted her head, her lips tugging to a smirk. "Bold words for someone who hasn't seen me fight, don't you think?"

"Me Grimlock leader! Me not need to think!" Grimlock replied, his voice resembling a roar.

Wheeljack decided that was enough, and he quickly activated his radio-transmitter at the secret frequency.

- Wheeljack to Ironhide. Come in, Ironhide. -

- Ironhide here, - the veteran's voice sounded from the other end of the link. –What's wrong, Wheeljack? –

- Find Prowl and the Twins! The Dinobots… -

- Oh, that! – Ironhide said, sounding very pleased all of a sudden. – Tell them and the girl to take it outside the Ark. Everything's already been taken care of. –

With that, Ironhide ended the transmission, leaving the engineer positively dumbfounded.

In less than half an hour, all five Dinobots and Faera were standing at the centre of an open area just outside of the Ark. They were far from alone, however. All the Autobots had somehow got wind of the battle that was going to take place, and now almost everyone was sitting at the volcano slope, watching everything with interest. And, of course, Bumblebee, Chip, Spike and Sparkplug were no exception.

"So Ironhide arranged this whole thing?" Spike asked, looking at Jazz curiously.

"He sure did," the saboteur answered, visor flashing brilliantly. "He went to the Dinobots, told them about that new feisty warrior we got, and he challenged them to meet her head on."

"Just so he could check out her fighting abilities? That's crazy!" Sparkplug declared. "This is the Dinobots we're talking about!"

"Exactly," Prowl said; he was sitting next to Jazz, regarding the makeshift arena in thought. "If she can put up a good fight against them, she'll be more than capable of handling the Decepticons."

"I kinda feel bad for her," Powerglide noted, overhearing Prowl. "The Dinobots won't be gentle with her."

"Oh, I'm quite sure she'll reciprocate the favour in kind," Perceptor cut in, taking his place next to the minibot. "Trust me, I've seen her fight."

"And I gotta tell you, Ratchet's gonna be one cranky medic when this whole thing's over," Wheeljack seconded, wincing.

"That actually makes the odds more interesting," Sideswipe commented, approaching the company with a datapad and a stylus. "Care to place your bets?"

Everyone stared at the red Lamborghini and the datapad sceptically. That is, except for Prowl, who positively glared at him.

"You know the rules I set concerning gambling, don't you?" he asked coolly.

"Yessir," Sideswipe replied cheekily. "No monetary exchange, no cubes of energon involved, and I'll let you know who got the extra chores and shifts from whom."

Prowl nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer. "Good. Smokescreen filled you in adequately."

Bumblebee, however, leaned confidentially towards Jazz. "That's weird. How come we have a different bookie this time?"

The saboteur's lips tugged to an enigmatic smile and he pointed to one of the security cameras to his left. "He's working."

Bumblebee wanted to know what Jazz meant but, unfortunately, he didn't get the chance. At that moment, Trailbreaker, Ironhide, Inferno and Skyfire appeared and took places at the borders of the arena, practically surrounding Faera and the Dinobots; then Optimus himself walked up to the would-be combatants.

"The goal of this confrontation is simple. Incapacitate your opponent in any way you can, but do not hit any of their vital parts. This is a sparring session and nothing more," the Autobot leader said, and he turned to Grimlock. "Do you understand?"

"Me Grimlock understand," the tyrannosaurus replied gruffly.

"Faera? Do you understand?" Optimus asked again, this time addressing the Sadjen.

"Yes," she said, eyes set steadfastly on all five Dinobots.

"Very well. You may begin at the count of ten," Optimus said, and he started walking away. "One…"

Faera and the Dinobots transformed at once. Growls and hisses filled the area, while Swoop took off in his pteranodon mode and started surveying everything from the air. The panther-esque creature that stood in place of the woman, on the other hand, simply stood perfectly still, ears lying flat on her head and eyes narrowing dangerously.

Chip straightened his glasses, unable but to stare at the transformation in awe. "Wow…" he breathed out.

"You said it," Spike said, nodding. "But I don't know what good will this guise do against Grimlock's jaws."

"She doesn't seem concerned with that, that's for sure," Bumblebee said. "She even looks eager to fight."

"An experienced soldier is never confused or at a loss; only prepared to receive his enemy," Prowl stated, his optics now locked intently on the arena.

"Ten!"

Slag was the first one to attack, opening his jaw widely to let out a terrible blaze of fire that he aimed at the Sadjen. Faera, however, leapt out of harm's way and sprinted to her right. Slag didn't expect that; nevertheless, he didn't intend to let Faera get away with it twice. He spat fire at her again, and then a third time, but she kept zigzagging, avoiding the flames with the grace of the feline she resembled. Snarl, seeing her running like that, charged in her way and lifted his tail to hit her the moment she came close enough.

She never did. She leapt in the air, just as Slag breathed out another trail of flames. Snarl growled furiously at the pain his face suffered, and he directed the spikes of his tail directly at Slag. The spikes launched in the blink of an eye, embedding themselves on Slag's side.

"Oh, man… Those bozos did it again," Powerglide said, shaking his head.

Prowl, on the other hand, was now smiling, a curious expression reflected in his optics. "Intriguing."

"What is?" Spike asked, looking up at the tactician.

"She's following one of the most basic rules in tactics," Prowl answered. "If your enemy's forces are united, separate them."

"And that means?" Chip asked, not really understanding.

"Faera's figured out that the Dinobots are their own worst enemies," Sparkplug explained.

Sure enough, Slag and Snarl had gotten too busy fighting amongst themselves, until Ironhide had no choice but to glue them on the spot with a spray of tar spewing out of his fingers. And so, Faera had to worry about the other three Dinobots now: Swoop, Sludge and Grimlock. Unfortunately, she was in quite an open area, and her black form contrasted violently with the dun colours of the ground, making her stand out only too clearly for Swoop to fire his missiles at her. The whistling sound of the missiles fast approaching alerted Faera to the danger she was in, and she quickly evaded the first one before slashing the second one just as it was about to hit her. The missile went off without really harming her, but the sonic boom sent her rolling a good couple of feet away. It was the perfect chance for Sludge to charge forward in order to trample her.

"Now this is gonna hurt," Sideswipe commented, seeing what Sludge was about to do.

"I can't look!" Bumblebee exclaimed, already averting his gaze as Sludge's bulk towered over the Sadjen.

Thick clouds of dust covered the scene at the impact, yet everyone heard the painful roar that cut through the air like a knife. The Autobots winced and waited for the dust to disperse, expecting to see Faera lying on the ground, broken.

Nothing could be further from the truth. The roar was actually Sludge's, and he was now trying to shake the Sadjen off him. For Faera had latched onto him very much like a leech, claws and teeth digging on the brontosaurus's neck and chest and never letting go for a second.

"That's it, girl! Hold on tight!" Jazz cried excitedly, rooting for the Sadjen with a big grin on his face.

Grimlock, on the other hand, was far from pleased. Deciding that enough was enough, he opened his jaws and breathed out a powerful laser blast onto Faera. Grimlock, however, didn't think that the laserfire would not only ricochet off the Sadjen without so much as placing a scratch on her, but that it would hit Swoop by accident as well. The pteranodon let out a great screech of pain as the laser damaged his left wing so badly that he could no longer stay up in the air. Thankfully, Trailbreaker used his forcefield to cushion Swoop's fall, while Skyfire dragged the wounded Dinobot away from the arena before he got any further injuries.

Meanwhile, Sludge still tried unsuccessfully to get Faera off of him, shaking his neck violently and even ramming himself against the rocky walls of the mountain. A strangled noise escaped from Faera's throat at every impact; nevertheless, she still held on.

"What in Primus's name is she doing?" Wheeljack mused, optics widened, "She should try to fight back!"

"There is such a thing as the right time," Prowl said.

"You're aware of her strategy then?" Perceptor asked the tactician curiously.

Prowl settled with a nod, still focused on the battle. There was no need for another answer anyway. In that moment, just as Sludge was about to hit Faera on the rocks again, she suddenly loosened her grip and landed on the ground, and so the brontosaurus hit himself instead. Blue optics flickered in confusion, then Sludge fell on his side, offline.

Stunned silence followed as all Autobots were at a loss for words.

"She actually did it," Chip murmured. "She didn't just manage to fight the Dinobots, she managed to defeat them, too."

"Don't get your hopes up," Bumblebee said. "She has to deal with another small problem."

"Small?" Spike echoed wryly.

Faera got back on her feet, breathing heavily, and directed her gaze to Grimlock. Her eyes narrowed, and she growled in a challenging manner. It didn't take a great mind to figure out what she was telling the Dinobot leader.

It's just you and I now.

Grimlock let out a growl of his own, as if he declared that the game was really on this time. Eyeing each other warily, they circled the arena, determined to find an opening in the other's defence.

"And so it begins," Prowl noted quietly, and he discreetly activated his radio transmitter. – Red Alert, Smokescreen, have you recorded everything so far? –

- Yes, - Red Alert said. – I've even kept copies for further analysis afterwards. -

- Excellent, - Prowl replied, then ended his transmission so as to carry on watching the fight.

Grimlock made the first move, charging at full speed towards Faera with jaws wide open. However, Faera didn't remain idle. She leapt to the side and then, in a flash, jumped on Grimlock to manage a bite on his tail before retreating to a safe distance. Grimlock roared more out of surprise rather than pain, since the bite only left a couple of scratches on him. He turned around, ready to show her what his jaws were capable of, but she just leapt aside and bit his tail again. This time, Grimlock swerved abruptly in an attempt to kick her, but she evaded the attack with flawless ease before biting his tail a third time.

"She's toying with him," Perceptor noted.

"Irritating him," Prowl corrected. "If you anger your opponent enough, he's bound to make a mistake."

"And looks like Grimlock's fallin' for it," Jazz said, pointing at the Dinobot.

Indeed, Grimlock was practically gnashing his teeth, optics flashing dangerously as his rage built up to dangerous levels. A great laser blast burst out of his jaws, directed to the Sadjen, and he kept firing at her even as she constantly ran away from it. And yet, she didn't run away in panic or in fear. Everyone could see a calculating expression in her eyes as she ran around Grimlock, faster and faster, chunks of earth flying in the air and clouds of dust filling the arena until nothing could be seen anymore. Only then did Grimlock finally stop, looking confused in every direction. That is, until something clicked in his mind, and he quickly ducked.

Not a moment too soon. Faera barely missed him as she lunged at him from behind, ready to sink her teeth on his neck. She was hardly deterred though. As soon as she landed on the ground, she lunged at him again, this time aiming for his optics. But Grimlock simply transformed to his robot mode and he used the rifle he dug out of subspace to block her attack. Razor-sharp teeth closed around the rifle, almost bending it out of shape, and Faera tried to wrench the weapon free out from the Dinobot's grasp. Grimlock didn't give her that chance though. Using his legs as leverage, he pushed the Sadjen away from him, sending her practically flying a good couple of feet away. Although she landed on her feet, she had to roll away almost immediately because Grimlock had in the meantime stood up, wielding his energo-sword. The blade smashed on the place she was just seconds ago, but Grimlock didn't give up. He swung his sword toward the retreating Sadjen, and he actually found his target. Sparks flew as the blade made contact with the black exoskeleton, and yet the hit barely grazed her. Grunting, Grimlock lifted his sword to strike her again.

He never did. She leapt in the air and used her tail to swat the sword away from his hand, then planted her legs firmly on the ground, waiting for Grimlock's next move.

It came in the form of a fist that landed between her eyes. Claws scraped the ground as she remained standing in spite of the force of that punch; then she headbutted him squarely on the jaw. The Dinobot leader found himself staggering backwards, shaking his head to get rid off the dizzy feeling, but he lost his balance completely when she jumped at him and threw him down. Growling his determination not to lose, Grimlock instantly rolled over and pinned her down instead. Faera acted fast and lifted her hind legs to keep most of his body at a distance and, for a moment, it looked like she would be able even to push him off. Grimlock's weight, however, was too much for her to handle, and her knees trembled for a moment, almost giving in.

Neither opponent budged, both of them driven by sheer stubbornness. Yellow eyes and blue visor locked on each other, daring the other to move and make the final mistake. But a familiar voice cut into the spell, breaking it.

"Grimlock, Faera… Enough," Optimus said, approaching the combatants.

Grimlock lifted his head and glared at the Autobot leader. "Me Grimlock say not over! Me Grimlock not win yet!"

"You haven't won yet," Ironhide said, walking at Optimus' side, "But, if you keep at it much longer, it will take much longer for just the two of you to clean up."

With their confusion evident in their features, Faera and Grimlock looked around, finally noticing the numerous craters and piles of rumble that peppered the terrain.

"Oops…" Grimlock said sheepishly.

The soft, rumbling sound that Faera let out from her throat was enough indication that she agreed with the Dinobot leader whole-heartedly.

TBC...