Nebula Max frowned at the destruction, at the smoke pluming into the already ashen sky. It burned in her intakes, making her fans cycle a little faster than normal to get rid of the toxic air. Her frown deepened, yellow optics narrowing as she drank in the world she'd grown up in. Nebula Max vented harshly, causing ruble and dust to shift slightly. It'd been vorns since the Purging, with her almost all grown up now. She was only two stellarcycles away from receiving her fourth and final frame upgrade, something that usually would have had bots jumping for joy
But to her, it was nothing. It was being prepared more for the atrocities committed all around her.
Her wings twitched downward as a communications request from Bumblebee pinged her systems. She ignored it, content with just crouching on the sharp hilltop and observing the chaos below her. She watched with a cold expression as thousands of scraplets devoured a troop of Decepticons who'd been scouting a deserted v