Hours and hours passed by after Tarn's warning, the warning where he promised to start the attack when dusk arrives. The Lost Light, or, what's left of them, were in the pathetic looking dome of a structure for shelter. This planet, Necroworld, it was beautiful. Full of blue flowers, and no other living being but the Necrobot, who was killed by the DJD as a message.

The Lost Light was already damaged enough from the ambush by the DJD when they landed, and now many are heavily injured. Megatron with a hole in his chasis, making it a miracle how he's still conscious, Ten having holes all over him and it's Ten, the bot who's the second of the most innocent and caring within the whole group, and everyone was still healing from the ambush from the morning. It was all so much, and they took too long to strategize.