Wheeljack takes a seat, leaning one arm on his knee, while gesturing the other out to tell the story.

"I'm usually not so good with these. Bulkhead does it better, but what the scrap, I'll give it a go. I'll tell ya about Darkmount pass. Quaint little smelting area. Used to forge weapons of mass destruction durin' the war. Obviously, it was held under siege by Cons.

Autobots didn't even consider it worth goin' for. Place was the definition of an uphill battle."

He started off setting the scene, even using his hands to gesture out a compacted area, a flat land, and then little pits as he explained. He practically remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Just think, pools of energon just waitin' to be used..."