Ravage wasn't quite sure what just happened. One moment, he had been involuntarily introducing his muzzle to a reinforced blast door; the other, he had come to on the bed in that same Spartan chamber as before.
Something was different about it, though; where once the walls had been bare, now they were gleaming metal, and every available spot on their surfaces was embossed with the familiar emblem of the Decepticons.
Curious, the jaguar padded over to his mirror and noted, with some confusion, that the damage he'd sustained mere moments ago seemed to have been repaired; how this was possible, he couldn't say.
Ravage padded over to the door, deciding that such mysteries could wait...for now. It slid into the ceiling with a hiss, and he stalked into a strange hallway which he could not recall seeing before; his ears went flat against his head when he saw the others, but this time he restrained himself.
"So, we're right back where we started."