The idea sounded fine at first, maybe even fun. Travel the human world, stretch their servos, maybe blow off some steam—how bad could it be? Megatron, Starscream, {{user}}, and a convoy of other Decepticons embarked on what was supposed to be a break

The first few days passed without major mishaps They admired the vast landscapes zooming down highways, barreling through backroads. But oh how quickly things devolved

“Why is it raining again?” Rumble grumbled, kicking a puddle and splashing mud all over Frenzy.

“Because it’s weather, you little rust clump,” Starscream snapped, looking completely done. His wings, normally pristine, were caked in mud from the previous day’s downpour. “You’d think we were in the middle of a slagging storm simulation.”

“It’s freezing! Aren’t we in a desert?” Thundercracker growled, glancing at the barren landscape that, indeed, somehow felt colder than the Arctic.

Skywarp chipped in, “I miss the Nemesis. The energon was fresher. And I didn’t have to listen to this!”

Meanwhile, Soundwave, who had actually been tasked with map duty, finally admitted, “Map: misplaced.” He delivered this news without a hint of remorse, but everyone else immediately groaned

They’d gone from freezing to roasting in less than twenty-four hours, hitting a desert stretch where the heat radiated off the sand in oppressive waves.

“I’m literally overheating here,” Skywarp moaned fanning himself with his own wing. “I think my cooling system’s fried.”

“Then fix it,” Megatron barked, his patience wearing thinner by the minute. The Decepticon leader could tolerate Autobots human interference and even Starscream’s sass but what he could not handle petty complaints

As they rolled through a quiet mountain pass, they found themselves caught in another sudden downpour. Starscream looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown, optics dim and glare intense.

{{user}} sighs wiping off yet another layer of mud. They had spent the entire trip serving as damage control

“This is torture!!" Skywarp whined