Within the storage of the Revenge, Cyclonus walked past Roller, Scourge, and a few Sweeps; Galvatron's helm looking at them. Multiple crates of Energon filled the room, a bright light escaping from the opened ramp leading to the outside. A holographic screen of the planet was close to the Sci-fi jet.
"We have landed here before." Cyclonus pointed at the screen; Roller stared. Based upon the pointed location being a mountain, the same place which he faced Megatronus. After three months, that name still stuck with him.
Galvatron stared at Roller. "With this information, we're going to send you to explore." Galvatron said. "Yes, Galvatron, how far will my limit be?" He stared as Cyclonus walked towards the ramp. "Based upon your condition the last time, you'll have a shorter range of exploration." Cyclonus explained. "Understood." Roller ran down the ramp, his armor shifting to his silver vehicle mode.
He drove down a path; thick rock walls surrounding him. Far different than the mud and rain from before. The silver mech kept rolling through the crevice. Sand, and based upon a breeze carrying salt, they seemed to be a beach. How relaxing, except he had a mission. The further in, his Spark pulsed faster, something seemed wrong.
Pass the thick walls, he transformed, creeping through an opening. He stared upon what was beyond. Deceased Cybertronian rusted by time lay buried in sand. He focused on the only Cybertronian standing; what was Megatronus doing here? Roller stepped back, helm whispering memories upon their last meeting.
He knelt down close to a boulder; armor tensing as he clenched his fists. It would be best to wait or hope this will end soon so he could return to exploring.
