It's been about a week since we took off. And guess what, apparently we CAN get drunk! Imagine that! Giant machines acting drunk! God, it was a sight to behold.

"Hey Greyhound, how much longer till we get to Cybertron?" I asked the grey, bulky robot.

“About a day. We’re currently moving at the fastest safe speed with my engines. Remind me to scavenge whats left of Cybertron and upgrade the engines." He responded

I nodded, and sat back in Greyhound's comfortable captains chair. I had all the fancy buttons, which I was not sure if they served any real purpose or not. Though I dont want to test the 'Big Red Button'.

Finally, we arrived above the floating scrap heaps of Cybertron. Greyhound put the ship in hovering mode. We left through the airlock to go get better engines, if there was any around. We landed on what used to be the surface of Cybertron.

"Well kid, this is it. Cybertron, in all it's metal glory." He said sarcastically.

The entire place was dark. Not a light to be seen. I mean, it's not Earth, but I still feel sad for all the lives lost.

I crouch down and touched the ground, feeling the cold metal. Next to my hand was a head of someone.

I reeled back at the sight, the head scaring me.

"Ah, thats a terrible way to die. Constantly in pain before your spark is destoryed. Gotta suck." Greyhound's deep voice spoke.

I sighed and moved on. We walked the streets and saw buildings, the corpses of the unlucky scattered about, littering the streets like trash.

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Soon, we found a junkyard with crashed ships laying around the pile and in it. Greyhound told me to stay in the yard while he scavenged the ships around us.

When I wanted to go to Cybertron, I.. expected it to be a bit more lively. I should have expected this. My foot hit something. It was a leg that was attached to a body. A full body, with no detached parts. He was scratched here and there, but other than that, he was fine. I picked him up and layed him down on a wall so I could get a better look.

By my guess, his vehicle form was some kind of futuristic Bugatti. His chest had sticker say 'LOUD UND PROUD'. His paint scheme was a deep purple, like eggplant or something. On his feet were something that looked like speakers.

Geeze. He must have been here for a long time after Cybertron was destroyed. I wonder...

I went back to my human days of childhood and remembered one episode of a Transformers TV show. It showed Megatron using Dark Energon to revive another Cybertronian (I don't remember his name.) He ended up like a Zombie, trying to kill anything he went across.

Maybe I could do it, but without the Bloodlust? I foucused my inner Energon into a ball and opened up the chest of the Cybertronian in front of me. I shoved the energy ball into his chest, and the body started to spasm.

"Jesus!" I yelled out as it's spasming scared the crap out of me. Soon, the movements slowed, and his eyes glowed a bright purple. He blinked.

"What da 'ell?" He spoke, which caused me the cheer inside. I reached my hand out to him. "Need some help up?"

He grabbed my hand and pulled himself up onto his speaker-feet. "How? I thought I was dead!" He asked me.

"You were. And I brought you back. Care to tell me your name?"

"Psycobar. Member of the group Out-Sanity. How long has it been?"

"Echo. And I don't know. I 'woke up' just as Cyberton blew." I told him.

"Huh, well, do you know a way of this ball of metal?"

"Greyhound probably just finished scavenging. We landed to look for parts for our engines. Come on, let's go."

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to our ship. Why did I drag him? Probably because he was having trouble walking.

Made sense, though.