On the flip-side of the speed issue, Starscream is going half-way out of his processor having to slow down in order to keep from getting too far ahead of the gladiator. Of all the differences between Megatron and Megatronus, the warlord’s comparably speedy alt mode is definitely a positive improvement, he decides.

This is definitely the area he last saw Orion in, though. When Megatronus signals to him, he snarls to himself and zips ground-wards for a graceful landing, his delicate heels touching down for him to perch on top of a large pile of scrap metal. “I can see plenty from the air, but unfortunately as far as I can see in any given direction, it’s an unbroken sea of grey... present company included.” He lifts a single talon to scratch at one of the vents on the side of his face thoughtfully. “This is certainly the area I saw him in, though...”

Harsh red optics skim the crumbling buildings that surround them. “He either isn’t here anymore... or, perhaps, he is inside somewhere...”