Northern Washington State
"Yes, you're probably right, Long Haul. We should have expected as much on a planet like this." I've been admiring their technology, but these organics obviously haven't made any great progress on their culture.
On Cybertron, the city-states may have been governed seperately, but they were still one union without internal borders. Ruled foolishly by the Autobots, perhaps, but still one entity. But virtually all of the species Scrapper had seen since as the war had sent him across the galaxy insisted in chopping up their planet into fragments, walling each other in in order to preserve some imagined uniqueness. Obviously not a sign of a robust culture, particularly given how much easier it made the Decepticons job.
"Alright, we'll have to get off this road. Onto those sidetrails, and we'll find a way through the border. There may not be any major fortifications, but there could still be sensors or mines. Once we're out of sight, Scavenger can get off and make a sweep, find a gap we can use. Now move, and stay alert."
With this, Scrapper changed lanes, and went down an exit off the main road, almost hitting an inattentive human driver as he went. Ugh, stay out of our way, humans. The last thing we need now is to draw attention to ourselves.