"I wonder if it's still conscious in there."
She mused. Tapping on the glass, the has within swirled and shuttered in response.
The room before the controls was very... Homely. And large. There were two sofas at each side wall, with a table made of wood in the middle. On said table was a large book. Ramjet jumped up and looked at it closer. It was brimming with bookmarks messily sticking out of the top. The cover had the same symbol molded on the front that he saw on the ship.
And beneath it "Prose Edda" was written in cybertronian text.
"This thing as big as I am."
Ramjet said in surprise. He had never seen a real book before. All information was handled on data pads. Turning pages and remembering your place seemed so inefficient to him.
There were windows that have a good view of the outside on either wall. There were photos of different star formations, fascinating planets, and stunning nebulas all taped up around the windows.
There was a book shelf half stocked with books, half stalked with data pads.
Finally there seemed to be a large gash in the ceiling, next to the light. Seemingly made by a blade of some kind.
"If you ask me, I like the predacon's plan."
"Nebula's told me that he wants to tear this whole place to the ground before we leave."
He said excitedly.
Railfire gave a heavy sigh and moved the scanner away.
"I can fix... Most of you. I'm afraid I can't do anything about your voice box. Such a delicate techno-organ, and on someone of your size... If we were back on Cybertron I could help you. But with these tools and my limited resources, it's not a risk worth taking. The rest of your injuries however should be easy enough to repair."