The Seeker blinked as the other seemed surprised to see him. "You... You're kidding, right...? The Earth teams were small! What did you think the rest of us did back home? Twiddle our thumbs to pass the time? The war has been going on for hundreds of stellar cycles, the spat on Earth only a speck among it all... The war continued here and we ravaged the planet... Neither side won... Many of us left, but some of use remain loyal to our home... We don't want to leave... Even if it is a wasteland. Maybe someday Cybertron will be beautiful again... Like how I remember it before the war started..." He sounded honestly sad about what had happened to their planet, even looking out at the mangled metal landscape. The car called for the attack to stop then. It didn't.<br/><br/>"Slag... Autobots usually consider working with each other... They must be really desperate for supplies if they're unwilling to try diplomacy when its offerrrrr---H-Hey!! You're leaving me here?!" He flew into a minor panic, watching the Autobot rush into the oncoming fire. "Stupid Autobot... Must be glitched to willingly run into an attack like that. By himself no less! If he can't reason with them quick, he's as good as offline..." He muttered, turning his attention instead to the ejected cargo hold... Maybe he could salvage something he might be able to repair himself with in there... Assuming it wasn't all destroyed. Oh... And if there was any surviving Energon cubes... It had been so long sense he'd had a full tank... And so he carefully started to limp his way towards the abandoned back end of the ship, hoping no insane Autobot leapt out of it and hunted him down. He was in no condition to fight any longer and with his wing virtually unusable, he had no means of safely fleeing. If it came down to it, he would warp away, but he no longer had a safe place to return to. "Ugh... Why does everything have to hurt?!" He complained sure enough in a fairly large amount of pain as he slowly made his way along.