Inside the halls of the nemesis were darker than how it's supposed to be. Not surprising how it ended up rusting for the years it hadn't been functioned. Team Prime has won.

The medbay isn't looking quite well. The runts and scraplets been tearing the place with their dentas now. Hardly anything untrusted. The medic's shoulder lights turn on by accidentally went a pleck of steel from the ship's dented chipped ceiling fell onto the frame. Red Optics onlined, unsearching but fell on himself.

Scrap, his paint was dull, not the bright red it use too, unlikely, he also had scratches on the arms and chassis. Grimacing when he moved it creaked. He needed oil change. Better yet, an everything change.

Knockout clicked his glossa and snarled at no one. Getting off the debris his long offlined frame probably has been laying on for a year or so now. EM field buzzing to life, he was still working. "Damn scraplets. My agenda isn't being here anymore.."

!OUT OF FUEL¡

Oh of course he was out of fuel.