(Ratchet narrating) Cybertron. Our planet. Our home. For eons our never-ending war with the Decepticons tore our world apart...leaving nothing left. We arrived on the planet Earth, and stayed there for some time. We had many battles with the Decepticons on Earth to gain ancient Cybertronian relics. Our fight continued until we were within reach of restoring our planet. Megatron was slain at the hand of our scout, Bumblebee, and using the Omega Lock the Decepticons had constructed, launched the remaining Cybermatter into Primus, our planets very core.
With Cybertron restored, Optimus journeyed to find the Allspark, a vessel capable of creating new life on our planet while the rest of us began rebuilding from the ruins left there. Unicron, the Chaos Bringer, took control of Megatron's body, and planned to raise an undead army of Terror-Cons from Predacons to destroy Primus. But the members of our Team refused to let that happen. Unicron was defeated, and Megatron had supposedly seen the error of his ways, pronouncing his faction of the Decepticons existed no longer.
Although, saving Cybertron came at a cost...Optimus Prime saved the Allspark by merging it with the Matrix of Leadership, but could no longer survive himself due to the multitude of other sparks inside of him. Leaving us with his final wishes, he left us, and merged with Primus himself, sending millions of sparks across Cybertron to reunite with their former bodies...Now, the eight of us remain to defend Cybertron, with Knock Out joining the Autobots. We will defend this planet with our very sparks, no matter the cost. This will be the new beginning of hope for Cybertron...This will be "A New Age."
"Ironhide! Catch!" Wheeljack hollered.
Wheeljack threw a lightning fast lob. Ironhide jumped to the side, lunged, and clamped on the metal ball with his fists.
"Not bad." Wheeljack smirked.
"Could both of you please keep it down so I can get some work done?!" Ratchet angrily yelled.
He returned to his work, until he was disturbed again by the running vehicles approaching. Bumblebee and Bulkhead both screeched to a halting stop, and transformed into robot mode.
Bumblebee walked toward Ratchet. "Ratchet," he asked, "How far are you from completing the formula for Synthetic Energon?"
"Not long now, Bumblebee. Now that we are back on Cybertron, I have more access to better technology to help me with my scientific endeavors."
"Good. We promised Optimus we would keep the peace here on Cybertron, so the sooner we get a fully operational base up and running again, the better."
"And how goes the reconstruction efforts, Bulkhead?"
"Right now our current project is to finish rebuilding the landing field and the Iacon Hall of Records, and right now everything is on track."
"Good. Everything seems to be flowing smoothly right now."
More tires screeched to a stop, and more robots changed forms. Arcee, Smokescreen, and Ultra Magnus had arrived.
"Commander Magnus, Smokescreen and I just returned from the streets of Iacon." Arcee reported.
"And what did you find?" Ratchet asked.
"Only a few crates of Energon and whatever we could scavenge from old Autobot outposts." Smokescreen added.
"There appeared to be no signs of Decepticon or Predacon activity in the area as well." Ultra Magnus stated.
"That's strange." Ratchet said. "No Decepticon or Predacon activity whatsoever. What could this mean?"
"Maybe Megatron did mean it when he said the Decepticons no longer exist." Knock Out said as he suddenly appeared.
"And where have you been?" Bulkhead demanded.
"Trying my very best to fix the Immobilizer. Oh, by the way, you're welcome."
Knock Out handed Ratchet some other tools he had acquired to help finish the Synth-N formula.
"So," Wheeljack said as he and Ironhide joined over with the rest of the group, "While we do seem to have a small amount of resources, there are still a few loose ends to still tie up."
"Like what?" Ratchet asked, annoyed.
"The humans."
Ratchet sighed. "Yes, Wheeljack, you're right. I told them I would return, and they need to know what happened."
The entire Autobot team looked at Ratchet. He walked over and activated a Space Bridge.
"I will return as soon as I can. Return to your tasks, and I'll try my best to help the humans. I'm not guaranteeing I will be back soon. See you in few cycles."
With that begin said, Ratchet vanished through the Space Bridge, and it deactivated. The members of Team Prime stood there in a circle, awaiting further orders. Ultra Magnus stepped forward.
"You all heard Ratchet. Arcee, Smokescreen, and I will continue to search through the streets of Iacon for any further supplies. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, return to supervise further construction. Knock Out, once you finish repairing the Immobilizer, perform any work you can on completing the formula for Synthetic Energon. Wheeljack and Ironhide, search vectors 108-113 for any Decepticon or Predacon activity."
"Yes Sir!" They all shouted simultaneously.
"Autobots! Return to base should you be called back here! Transform, and roll out!"