OOC: that was two-or-three days ago, in-universe. Everybody else seems to be in different places, so I reckon Actaeon would be, too.
Shockwave was currently in his own lab, while Sprocket and Grommet were in the room that they begrudgingly shared.
Sprocket was a tall Autobot with dark brown armor accented by green, bearing the components of a terran muscle car and an attack helicopter built into his person. A triple changer. A specialist in Golden Age technology, his side of the lab was cluttered with ancient bits and baubles left over from the Golden Age. The Autobot wasn't a very tidy person, apparently. Equipment and relics were strewn about on the tables, and monitors and holo-screens had been left on.
"Nothing," Sprocket says dejectedly to Daria. He, like many other cybertronians, did not possess a proper mouth. Instead, whenever he talked, red and white lights flashed where his mouth would have been.
"Three days here, and I'm nowhere closer to figuring out what's up with this planet."
Very few crew members would be inclined to disagree. The Splitter brothers might see Gronius and Zepar trying to save the crashing transport shuttle.
Pixel and Blight might here a commotion near... whereever they where.