Blueshift is standing about, sword drawn and guarding the opening to the inner workings of Cybertron. "It's a hard life!" he mumbles as he shoots at a few model Sweeps that he made Catechism is on Cybertron, here in the zero hour. Why? She has a lot to live for, doesn't she? She has a nice career... that will be gone if Cybertron bites it. She has friends... who alteratively RAM-damaged or estranged. It's better to be here and do whatever small thing that she can manage and possibly die for her Empire than to be safe but deny her Empire her outmost. She frowns at Blueshift and demands, "What are you doing?"