It was like any other day, though, the two minicons, who followed Drift, had something they needed to finally say.

Drift was meditating in his corner of the Scrapyard… when he heard his minicons walk up to him, their little pedes making small noises in the dirt, they were holding servos, so their metal slightly brushed up against each others.

“Slipstream, Jetstorm.” He said, staying still for a few moments. He sensed worry in the air, so he opened his optics and looked down at his two students.

“What is it that you need?” He asked, slightly confused, he could sense the two were nervous.