The dark and winding maintenance tunnels had been largely untouched by the Omega Key. The dilapidated Decepticon architecture remained the same, and loose stretches of cabling snake across the floor.
The ground would eventually reach Facelift, where they would see the cyclops sitting atop The six-legged walker that he and his assistants had recently acquired.
Facelift jumps down as he sees Epsilon approach.
“Ah, hello!” he says, his eye glowing brightly. “I see you’ve brought friends.”
He turns his attention to Shockwave, Zepar, and Topside.
"What? Do you guys wanna be a combiner, too? I’m not a miracle worker, you know.
“…Okay, that’s not true, but I do have my limits, despite what my reputation may suggest.”