Out on the sparse plains of the savannah, Jaggid and Greyback were on patrol. The day so far had been uneventful, save for a somewhat diverting scuffle between two elephant bulls.

As they came close to a large territory of termite hills, however, they detected a strange signal and an overwhelming scent. Greyback identified the smell as numerous Predacons. Their scanners didn't pick up any enemy signatures, but they silently agreed to proceed with caution anyway.

They Maximised in stealth mode and slowly made their way to the source. When they turned a corner, they found no hostiles, only a strange half-constructed pylon. The building materials were strewn haphazardly across the clearing.

Greyback sniffed the air again. "The scents are residual," he deduced, satisfied that there were in fact no Predacons present at the moment. "But they haven't been gone long." As he re-holstered his weapon, Jaggid approached the array.

"What are they up to?" the leopard asked suspiciously, her optics narrow. She attempted to access what looked like the main console, but it was locked and encrypted. "Slag," she muttered to herself.

"No defences or booby traps," Grey noted as he completed his perimeter check. "They must have left in a hurry."

"Sounds iffy," Jag replied. "You want to report this, while I try and hack it?"

He nodded. "This is Greyback calling Maximal base, come in," he said into his com link. There was no response. He raised a brow ridge in confusion and tried again. "Maximal base, this is Greyback, do you read?" All he could hear was static. He gave Jaggid a puzzled look. "Could it be energon interference?" he asked her.

She shook her head. "There aren't any known deposits around here." She scanned the array. "Perhaps it has something to do with this."

They walked a little closer to the main structure to inspect it. Grey grunted disapprovingly. "The Preds are always littering a perfectly good landscape with their junk."

Jaggid held a recorder pad in her hand. "It seems to be emitting a pulse of some sort," she observed. "Low frequency and weak, mind you."

"Should we blast it?" he enquired. "If the Preds built it, it can't be good."

"True. Perhaps we should..."

She never finished her thought. They both turned their heads when they suddenly heard a series of deafening explosions from a few kilometers away.

"What in the name of Primus was that?" Grey asked, alarmed.

"Trouble with a capital P, I reckon," Jaggid suggested. She gasped as she realised, "Isn't that Grid Epsilon?"

Grey's eyes widened. "Tigatron is on patrol near there!" He tried to contact the tiger, but all he heard on his com was more static. They exchanged a worried glance, and without another word, they transformed into beast mode and sprinted towards the commotion.