Blueshift stands at the size of the Istoral Chasm, gazing out across the massive gap. Even with his armour and strength, the wind still buffets him about some. "TREMOR!" he shouts over the wind. "TREMOR WHERE ARE YOU?" Tremor is standing not far away, looking down into the trench himself. At Blueshift's call, he comes tromping over. "Jeez," he grumps, "M'right here!" He stands with his hands on his hips. "So, what's the deal?" Cybertronian Tetra jet transforms into the pretty boy Decepticon, Windshear. Mixmaster has arrived. Harrow has arrived. "Tart, Blueshift?" Harrow asks through a glare.