Huntron knew when he was being stupid and this was one of those times, he hated being scolded for it as well, but it couldn't be helped, even for a scout, he wasn't the best, far from it, he always let his mind wander, wondering what it was like being Optimus, if he himself would ever rise up to be a great warrior that everyone knew and respected.<br/><br/>"Look, I am sorry that I forget things quickly, I won't let you down and don't worry, you know more about Cybertron than me, this is the first time I have stepped foot on it, so you and Fallout are pretty much the leaders here, not me"<br/><br/>Turning an open crate upside down, he loaded his rifle and then sat on the box in a position where he could see the exit and any holes in the wall of the cargo hold where bots could enter.<br/><br/>"You just concentrate on finding the rest of the team, they are what matter right now"<br/><br/>He then looked ahead at the exit before looking back at the old aerial bot.<br/><br/>"A million years is a long time, no need to be so grouchy, things are going to get better as soon as we have a base established somewhere and have reported back to Optimus so he and the rest of the Autobots can come here with a new energy source for you all and can get Cybertron back to how it was, how does that sound? Nice? I bet it does"<br/><br/>Huntron was in no mood to be told off by an old bot who hadn't spoken to anyone properly in at least half of the million years since Optimus and the team left.