Not many people would be happy about being displaced into an alternate Cybertron. After all, people have schedules, things to do, people to save...Nightbeat being one of them. But when you're transported like this with absolutely no explanation to a Cybertron that's clearly seen better days...? All Nightbeat can ask is--

Why? What caused this? Where is he?

The questions quickly escalated in his head as he inspects the crater, a smile as big as his face spread nicely across. If there was one thing he loved, it was solving mysteries, and he just stumbled upon the motherload.

The crater itself was a good place to start, and the free flowing Energon + the foliage was enough to grab his attention. He squats down, a briefcase many would say looks like Brainstorm's (it is Brainstorm's, if we're being honest) pressed to his chest as he inspects one of the leaves of the plants.

"Hmmm...Interesting."