The war had ravaged the surface of the planet, the Decepticons fighting with a duel mentality. Cybertron could be rebuilt once they won and if they couldn't have it, neither would the Autobots. None expected it to last this long and destroy this much, much less the fact they might lose the war. Now the remaining Decepticons that hadn't fled to space to await orders struggled to get by. Energon stores were low and heavily rationed, leaving most of them functioning but feeling rather tired. Dropzone had allied himself with a fairly powerful raiding party though it was no secret that every single one of them was just waiting for something better to come along. Today, Dropzone, (as the best Seeker they had) was relieved of scouting for the few straggling Autobots that might attack their tiny base and instead was sent to scavenge what he could. It was very rare for a Seeker, or anyone else for that matter, to have the ability to teleport and Dropzone was one of them. Trouble was, he was still working on it... Unlike Skywarp which could accurately warp himself anywhere as long as he had the coordinates, Dropzone had a margin of error that was a kilometer in diameter. This meant he could indeed move troops as Skywarp did, but they would have to adjust their position from there. Not as useful obviously. He had 'ported himself and was now flying towards a particularly large building. It sure enough had been devastated by the war, but not everything was salvageable.<br/><br/>The trouble was, it was close to the recaptured Iacon which meant that he risked being spotted by the Autobots there. These supplies were needed for repairs of their small HQ as well as themselves however. He would risk it. Cutting his engines as he often did, he plummeted out of the sky only to transform and kick on the thrusters to cushion his landing. He looked around nervously to find he was alone for the time being. Quickly he moved for the building. Surely the Autobots had thought to search this building themselves, but unlike himself, were unwilling to check the more unstable parts. These were his targets as they had the best chance of still having something he might be able to use. "Slag... I wish I knew what was happening with the Earth team... Are they coming back? Did anyone survive...?" He muttered to himself only to sigh. "I suppose I shouldn't worry about that now and focus..." Having no real friends and only a loose companionship with the other three Seekers in the raiding party. A rather vicious hover tank lead the team and he wouldn't be at all pleased if he came back empty servoed... He knew the other Seekers on his team were already on the lookout for him to start carrying back what he could find. For now, he carefully started to pick his way inside.<br/><br/>[[ I hope you guys don't mind I gave him crappy teleporting abilities... I wanted to make him a little more useful. I'll be fixing his character sheet right now. ]]