Just in case I didn't make it as clear in the episode "Headmaster" as I'd hoped I did, here's how the unit works: The unit knocks out its victim and slides onto the head like a helmet. It can then control the victim via a control signal from Masterson's suit. But in order to maintain control, the victim's consciousness has to be removed in case s/he eventually wakes up. So the consciousness is removed from the mind and placed in a robotic head which works like an android. I know it's probably bending a few laws of nature (and pretty inconvenient to have to download a brain into a fake head), but it's all I got. So, anyway, hope ya'll like my story regardless.

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"So then he tells me I have to move out! I mean helloo! I live here! this is my home! And who does this Porter C. Powell guy think he is?!" Sari shouted to the world as she packed all her stuff. She had to sit on the suitcase to force it closed so she could lock it. "'Chairman of the board.' What does that even mean?! They should just call him 'Big-Jerk-Who-Thinks-He's-In-Charge-Of-Everything'!" She picked up her suitcase and walked towards the door, but was stopped by none other than Powell himself.

"Oh I don't think I'm in charge young lady. I know it," Powell smiled, "Now hurry along. I need this room more Research and Development. In order to recover the money that you lost while you were playing at being in charge, Ms. Sumdac. Or can I even call you that?"

"Just because there's no record I'm Isaac Sumdac's daughter doesn't mean I'm not! He's my dad! And I don't care what you say! Ugh! Why am I even talking to you?!" Sari turned away picked up the briefcase and walked to the door, "Come on Sparkplug. Come on Tudor-bot. we're leaving. This place stinks!" She went into the hallway and pressed for the elevator.

"Might I remind you that these robots are both Sumdac Systems property? Leave them," Powell walked into the hallway, "Now hurry along. The new occupant will be here soon to set up for his new R-and-D department." The elevator door opened. "Ah, speak of the devil."

"You!" Sari gasped.

"That's right!" Henry Masterson stood proudly, "The master man with the master plan is BACK!" Masterson shoved his way through Powell and Sari then Tudor-bot and Sparkplug and looked around Sari's room. "Wooah. Check it. Major cribbage. And it's mine. All mine. Mhm hmhm. Ahahaha!"

"You can't hire that guy back! He's crazy!"

"That, thankfully, is no longer your concern," Powell pushed Sari into the elevator after its doors slid open. "G'bye now." Powell tossed in her suitcase and shut the door.

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"Citizens of Earth; Mayor Edsel; Police Captain Fanzone, I Sentinel Prime speak to you on the behest of our great commander Ultra Magnus," Sentinel Prime spoke over the microphone as camera-bots and –men snapped pictures of the stage, "who could not be here today because he has more important matters to attend to than worrying about this small underdeveloped planet. Not to say that we Cybertronians don't mind helping out you simple Earthlings. Especially in light of the fact that our scanners have yet to detect any serious contaminants on your skin." Edsel, Fanzone, and Edsel's assistant looked at Optimus. Optimus merely shrugged.

"Sorry sir, this was meant to merely be a friendly photo op," Edsel's assistant whispered to the mayor.

"Prime! Prime!" a newsbot called.

"Yes?" Optimus and Sentinel asked at once.

"Optimus Prime. Is it true that all Cybertronians have complete disregard for those who live on earth and view the planet as nothing more than a battleground for the upcoming and never-ending Cybertronian wars?"

"Why you little!" Sentinel threatened. Optimus snatched away the microphone.

"What Sentinel is trying to say is that we are honored to be such welcomed guests here on your planet. We are also truly sorry for all that you have had to endure due to the recent Decepticon attacks. And with the threat of Megatron constantly looming, fears can run a little—"

"Enough!" Sentinel snatched the microphone away. "You all will direct your questions directly to me!" Sentinel turned to Optimus, "Don't ever presume you can speak to me Optimus. The last thing we need is some over glorified repairman speaking about matters he doesn't understand!" Sentinel turned back to the audience, waved at the flashing cameras, then back to Optimus. "A scrub like you should just stand there, look pretty, and stay outta the way." Sentinel turned back to the audience. "Now…um…what am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, according to Earth customs, you have to shake hands with the mayor," Optimus answered with secret satisfaction. Edsel held out his hand. Sentinel stared in horror at Edsel's hand.

"T-touch? An earthling?!" Sentinel gasped in disgust.

"Unless you wanna pass of such a great diplomatic opportunity to such a 'lowly repairman.'" Sentinel growled at Optimus. He took another look at the hand of doom. He reached out, gave one shake, and yanked his hand away. He pulled out an anti-bacterial spray and showered his hand furiously while mumbling to himself.

"Same ol' Sentinel," Optimus sighed.

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"Thanks for taking me in guys," Sari muttered sadly before walking into the Autobot base.

"Are you kidding?! This is gonna be great! It'll be one nonstop party!" Bumblebee cheered.

"Yeah…party…" Sari handed her suitcases to Bulkhead, "I bet Masterson's throwing himself one big party right now.

"How could they hire that nutjob body snatcher to work for your father's company anyway?" Bulkhead asked.

"It goes against everything my father stood for! My father…"

"Hey, don't you worry about anything, roomy. You're living with us now. And it's gonna rock!" Bumblebee assured. Sari didn't answer and merely sat down on the couch. "We need to do something to make her feel happy and at home."

"How do we feel happy and at home?" Bulkhead asked. Bumblebee smirked.

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"Isn't this great?!" Bumblebee shouted over the blaring music that was blowing Sari deep into the beanbag chair and the flashing lights on the TV screen blinded her.

"If it's alright with you guys, I'd like to just relax in my room a little!" Sari got up and walked to the hallway.

"Good idea! You're gonna love your new room! We fixed it up just for you!"

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When Sari walked into her room, she found an even bigger TV screen with even brighter flashing lights and a stereo system with even louder music which shook the entire room. Sari sighed.

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"This place totally rocks!" Masterson jumped onto the couch, sunk into the sofa, and sat his feet on a nearby coffee table. "This'll be a smoking sight for some classic R-and-D. Total psychage. I'll have to set up my systems here for some serious gamage." Masterson picked up a remote and flipped through the channels.

"Ahem. Masterson, I expect great things from you," Powell interrupted Masterson's housewarming, "Need I remind you that it wasn't easy clearing up your name after that previous…misunderstanding?"

"Relax P.C. Henry Masterson is in the house. On the scene. Pumped and ready for some triple action! You name it; I'll deliver."

"Good. I plan to explore the very profitable robotics industry that the short sighted Sumdac sole summarily ignored in the past. Specifically military bots. Headmasters the whole works."

"Oh P.C., you are so talkin my language. And it hurts! Mhmhehehe. But I need a new test subject. The one I used before is so last news; so ten minutes ago. What I need is a new one. One of those dudes from outer space!" Masterson got up and paced the room for thirty seconds then looked at the news. "Like him." Masterson pointed at Sentinel Prime's head. "PERFECTION! Ah hahahaha! Aha."