Ratchet and others were taking a short break. The pieces of Lonestar that had been brought in were laying carefully on a table, in the spots where they would belong were he whole. His optics flicker on occasion, before dimming again, and brightening once more Shark walks in to check up on the security officer and looks around at all the pieces. "Slag, no wonder he only sent a emergency beacon." Lonestar's optics brighten again. HIs torso and head were attached, and those orange optics focus a little bit unsteadily "Sh... shark." he murmurs.