It was a good two months since the ship crashed, Rodimus wasn’t too sure about Earth. He’d been there so many times without Optimus knowing, but it still felt wrong to him. He had been constantly sending comms back to Cybertron, if he was lucky, he got one to two comms back per week. He should be home, being there for his people after Optimus….he didn’t want to finish the thought.

“Day 63, stranded on..” The captain slumped in his chair, sighing loudly. The console buzzed.