For the first time in several centuries, Bumblebee relaxed.
Cybertron's healing was almost complete. Thousands of Cybertronians now inhabited the planet, the government was restored and all corrupt politicians kept far from office, and shining buildings decorated the skyline.
He frowned. He was forgetting something. He knew it.
No, of course not. Everything was perfect now, there was no need to worry again for no reason.
Meanwhile, on Earth, Heatwave found himself extremely angry and couldn't place why.