Sari strolled through the halls of the Autobot base. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Prowl was in his room meditating, Ratchet and Optimus were in the medbay upgrading the tools, and Bulkhead was working on the spacebridge while Bumblebee was playing the new version of his favorite video game: Ultra Ninja Gladiator: Haunted Warzone II. Yup nothing out of the ordinary. The technorganic sighed as she trudged through the halls, bored out of her mind. It seemed that ever since she had upgraded herself into a teenager, everyone expected her to act like one.

"It isn't fair," thought Sari. "Just because I look 16 doesn't mean that I am. I still am 8 years old inside and I should be able to do what I want."

Even her father, Isaac Sumdac, head of Sumdac Industries and robotics inventor, treated her like a 16 year old. She recalled her conversation with her father a few days ago when he caught her using her powers to mess with his robotics assembly line.

"You are older now, Sari, so I expect you to act more mature and responsible. This is not a game. You need to learn that."

"Well, here's new for you, Dad. I have feelings, too, and I am still technically a child even though I look like a teen. I act like an 8 year old, I talk like an 8 year old, heck. I even think like an 8 year old. I should have the privilege of growing up naturally."

"Well, you forfeited that privilege when you upgraded yourself with that key of yours."

"Hello. Hello?" Sari was jolted back to the present when she realized that Bumblebee was standing in front of her, waving his servos in her face. "Cybertron to Sari, are you there?"

"Sorry Bee," muttered Sari, "Just thinking."

"Aw, c'mon. being older isn't that bad," replied Bee, "Just think of what you can do. You can drive, you can go places by yourself, heck! You can even come on missions with us!"

"Well, I suppose those are the perks of being a teen. I'd just like to be treated how I want to be treated. Make sense?"

"I guess," said Bee, "Hey! Do you wanna play Ultra Ninja Gladiator: Haunted Warzone II with me? There are some levels I need to unlock and they require being played on multiplayer mode."

"Nah, maybe some other time, Bee."

"Oh, okay," said Bee as he turned around and trudged back to the TV.

Sari strolled up to the terrace where Bulkhead was working on the spacebridge.

"Hey Bulkhead."

"Hi Sari. Hey can you pull that lever over there?" Sari walked to the commands module and pointed to the red and grey lever. "You mean this one?" she asked. "Yeah," said Bulk, "The spacebridge power core needs to be transfused with the command module, allowing a two-way energy flow which will allow us to reverse the polarity income, helping us track and harness any stray spacebridge warp rays."

"Shouldn't you try running a diagnostics probe on the systems to check for possible glitches and errors and run a backup drive if data is lost while transferring the circuits, then transfuse the power core with the command module, creating a two-way energy flow?"

"Listen Kid," Replied Bulkhead, "I've been working on spacebridges since before your species have evolved. No offense, but I think that I'd know much more about spacebridges than you do."

"My species? First off, I'm my own species. Second, if you're referring to my human side, that still is offensive because my father is fully human and still managed to rebuild Megatron all on his own with no knowledge of Cybertronian technology whatsoever. I'd like think that humans are very smart, we just have limited resources and have barely evolved compared to Cybertronians. We still know stuff, y'know."

Sari's retort struck Bulkhead as a bit harsh, but he knew that she was having a rough time at the moment, so he cut her some slack.

"Sari," Bulkhead carefully replied, "just because you're part Cybertronian, doesn't mean you know everything Cybertronian."

Sari looked up at the tall mech and sighed. "Fine," she complied, "but if you're wrong, then I am taking over the spacebridge, got it? I'm powered by the All-Spark so I should know more about this than you do, 'kay?"

Bulkhead sighed. "Fine," he said.

"Just do it already." Sari maturely stuck out her tongue as Bulkhead connected the tubes and wires and pulled the lever.

Not working," she said, "Let me show you how it's really do-"

She was interrupted by the sounds of the spacebridge starting up.

"You were saying, Sari?" Bulkhead shot back.

"Hmph," replied Sari, "That was just luck."

Suddenly, the spacebridge started making a strange humming noise. "Is it supposed to do that?" commented Bulkhead.

"I don't know. You're the expert," Sari replied, putting a mocking emphasis on the word "expert".

Just then, the hue of the portal turned from a dark glowing blue to a bright green.

"Ummm, shouldn't it be blue?"

Bulkhead turned to look at her. "Yeah, but it's not. Must be bug. Or maybe a scraplet chewed through some cords."

"Scraplets don't live on Earth, Einstein."

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

All of the sudden, the malfunctioning spacebridge started sucking up stray sheets of metal and anything light and not pinned to the ground, including Sari.

"Bulkhead?!" screamed Sari, "Help!"

Bulkhead lunged at the portal, his servos just barely missing Sari. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, just as she was being pulled in.

The last thing she remembered before being completely sucked in was Bulkhead yelling her name. "SARI!"

And everything went black.