The war had finally over. The Decepticons was already defeated for the third and final time in the planet we now called 'home'. There was however, a sour taste to our long wanted victory. During the course of the war, we lost countless of our best Autobots warriors, one in particular left a deep scar in my spark. I regretted of not be alongside with Ironhide when Sentinel Prime turned against everyone. He killed Ironhide and sided with Megatron to attempt to bring Cybertron to Earth so that they could enslave the human race to rebuild Cybertron.
The final battle in Chicago was long and exhausting. The Decepticons, including Sentinel himself thought we were gone forever when our ship blew up when Starscream fired his missiles. They were wrong, very wrong. Our return marked the beginning of the end. Although the battle was fierce, I managed to attack Sentinel Prime but I was quickly overpowered by his experience and weapon. Megatron returned to rescue me when he realized he would be nothing but a prisoner if Sentinel Prime became the leader of Cybertron. In the end, I eliminated both of them, and Cybertron was returned to its original place after Sam neutralized the Space Bridge.
Later that day, as the humans and Ratchet were looking a way to fix my lost arm from the battle. I excused myself and went to an open plain outside the newly installed Autobot base. I glanced up to the night sky. It was never being so peaceful since our arrival on Earth, with the Decepticons threat was over, I wondered was there anything we can repay for this planet or we leave Earth and return to Cybertron to rebuild our lives.
A shooting star whizzed across the star-filled sky. The humans explained to me that when one saw a shooting star, its best to make a wish and it may came true someday. I paused and something worried me. Before I reconsider a possible Decepticon threat, Bumblebee called me via his cracked voice. Bumblebee was the same old scout I remembered during the Great War. Till this day, he still couldn't regain his voice even with Ratchet's best efforts, he only way of communication by searching radio frequencies and string them up into sentences with different voices.
Bumblebee gestured and his multi-voice sentence he stringed up loosened some mood. He wanted to stay with Sam and Carly for the time being since there is no Decepticons around in Earth. I gave him the green light, he let out happy beeps before he changed into a Camaro and drove away in third gear. After he left, I returned to my long deep thought about one particular Decepticon I feared. I fought with him once, and I was almost defeated by him, his strength and skills matched to mine. I managed to escape and never saw that robot again.
Ratchet called me this time, he was worried when I stayed out for too long as the oxygen in the atmosphere would cause havoc to my damaged circuits. I followed the best medic back to base without resistance. Before I stepped into the hanger door, I gazed at the night sky again before walked into base to have my arm reassembled.