Trailcutter had been spending his days in the hangar--it's not like he had anywhere else to go. After having the transport to the nearest space station take off without him (not that he should be surprised), he noticed the emptiness of the place--no one to drive around, no one to really...talk to. Shockwave had taken to fixing up Sentinel, and he didn't want to bother him unless it was necessary.

Lo and behold he finds himself here, practicing his forcefields. With his mentor now in the building, 'rusty' was a polite word for his talent.


But he didn't expect company--sure, he heard over the speakers that new arrivals were here, but he thought the Cybertronian train had ended. And when the motorcycle arrives, an eyebrow perks from behind that visor. Not a familiar one by any means, she was.

But who's he to be unfriendly?

"Hey!"

Might as well call out to...whoever it was. They didn't have a driver so he could only assume--

"Cybertronian?"