Nitrogear has recently completed a mild chemical, per Robustus' instructions after the raid on the Shambleau lair. Whatever was there, Nitrogear sure didn't like it, or the idea that it could have stolen.. his body. Thankfully, the cure lasted long enough for Megatron to come in and.. do whatever it is he did. Nitrogear quietly wonders what the Emperor did to turn the tide of the battle so quickly, but such thoughts could be dangerous. After all, he's the Emperor.. Just his presence alone should be enough to turn the tide of any battle.. right? Nitrogear's optics turn towards the entrance of the wash rack as Echo arrives. Nitrogear raises an arm, and waves it along with his hand. "Greetings, Comrade Echo."