A few small medical tools could be salvaged, along with a CR chamber.
Jutting out of the rocky cliff, blade-down was a long, ornate sword:
A featureless, humanoid silhouette materializes by the blade, wrapping its’ fingers around the hilt and pulling it out of the ground with a flourish, holding it high above its’ head. Spreading out from the shadow’s hand, the hilt and guard of the sword turns from a dark grey to a glistening gold. The crystal and blade glow a dazzling white, and a loud ringing sound like the toll of a great bell is heard. A wave of luminous blue liquid rises high above the cliff, and the Wells of Cybertron and her colonies flash back to life, glowing with the same pale aura that quickly increases in intensity to completely engulf the scene…
…The vision then fades, and Hammer was standing in the armory once more.