The Outcasts were happy after defeating those worthless Decepticons. The Outcasts were having a celebration of sorts. Exodus was smiling, Miniscream was throwing darts with Splitfire. Mythical then questioned, "They'll be back, won't they?"
Splitfire said, "Oh, Primus no. We killed Railblade, and Railblade was the glue of the cons."
Mythical said, "But we didn't kill Silver, and Silver has been following the basics of all Decepticon Second in Commands."
"Oh, Mythical, sit down and have a drink." Car Rod said to Mythical, sounding more like an order than an offering. Mythical sat down, adjusting his wings so that they don't jab into his teammates.
Car Rod, and Hot Shot were laughing about something. Miniscream and Splitfire stopped throwing darts and began a course to the bar to get some Energonichol. Exodus sat down with Car Rod and Hot Shot. After Splitfire and Miniscream got their drinks, Splitfire went back to throwing darts whilst Miniscream sat down with Mythical.
"Hey, Myth, remember our days on Earth?" Miniscream asked, chuckling afterwards. Mythical studdered the words, "Y-yeah, why?" Miniscream put his arm around Mythical's shoulder. "I think our skills might need to be used again." Miniscream said sternly. "We'll have to go Headmaster again." Mythical looked at Miniscream, dumbfounded. "No, not again. We'll encounter Silver again. And..." he shuddered at the thought. "Armada Megatron." Miniscream grabbed onto Mythical's wrist. "It must be done. We need to help out Xeno."