Devcon had thought that he would never go back to Cybertron. Even now, as he gently slid into the atmosphere, he kept silent, reluctant to hail the planet although he was probably setting off all kinds of security alerts. Cybertron looked very different from when he had last seen it, over a million years earlier, yet in many ways it was no different: a destitute planet, ravaged by violence and all but drained of its resources. Old feelings of frustration bubbled up within him and he suppressed a ridiculous urge to turn and flee.
Incoming ship, you have entered Cybertronian airspace. Please identify yourself and state your business. The words were calm but curt with annoyance that he had not done so before. Devcon was also fairly sure he recognised Kup's voice.
"This is the Autobot, Devcon," he radioed back, a little surprised that they didn't have a visual on him yet. Judging by the state of the planet, he perhaps should have been surprised that they had radio. "I have an invita