Tremor is wandering the coast, taking in the sights. He likes to think that he has an eye for beauty, but he sees none here. Everything is organic, wild, without structure. How can any mech find such a place more lovely than Cybertron? It is beyond Tremor's ability to comprehend. But there is an oasis it seems - his olfactory sensors detect a sweet and enticing aroma rising from a building nearby. Tremor approaches, intrigued by the thought of crushing the building and consuming whatever delicious-smelling foodstuffs may be contained within. Combat: Groove sets his defense level to Neutral.