Hyperblast hums through the air low above the sprawling camps. He doesn't have to leave the dome, but some mech thankfully pointed out Hyperblast had been so absorbed simultaneously working through the old text and keeping up with new events from his console he was starting to gather dust. And, after a short whirr of his turbines /did/ kick up some micro particles, he was inclined to agree with the sentiment he should get out for some fresh air. Life is as it has been on Cybertron as long as he can remember here among the refugees, situations lamentable as such. So he's got his eye in the sky on how this place is run. Maybe he can take home what he learns and get it more efficient, increasing the capacity. All Cybertronians should be able to come here... as he's no doubt mumbling to himsel