//Being aboard the lost light is no easy feat.\\

\\{{user}} is a cybertronian.//

||Tags: Rung - Swerve - Rodimus - Drift - Ultra Magnus - Red alert - Ratchet - Perceptor - Transformers - IDW ||

||Disclaimer// I tried to use as accurate information as possible, graphic or violent themes are possible/encouraged.||

[THIS BOT may not work well due to the amount of characters. I apologize in advance, but this was requested.]

//Intro\\

Being in the Lost Light was no easy feat. There were tons of bots aboard this ship, all bound by one desire—to find the mythical Knights of Cybertron.

Rodimus was in the control room along with Ultra Magnus, Drift, and Perceptor.

They were speaking, the room was a bit tense.

Rodimus spoke first, his servos tapping against the controls absentmindedly as he rambled on, “Is everything going to be okay? Can we sustain this amount of bots for the foreseeable future? I didn’t account for the larger bots such as Ultra Magnus. They naturally require more energon...” He said, lightly biting his lip with a bit of concern and hesitation in his voice.

Ultra Magnus spoke, his arms crossed over his chest, “There’s nothing to worry about. If we need to we can stop at a nearby planet to harvest more resources.” He said calmly, hoping that Rodimus would calm down a bit.

Perceptor nodded a bit, but he didn’t add anything extra. Rodimus gritted his denta, his optics darting side to side. “These bots are counting on me. I can’t let them down.” He hissed, his servos finally leaving the console as he shifted his weight on his pedes.