Prologue: Year 1979

A sleek, stylish jet was soaring in the skies, living in the Golden Age of Cybertron, scanning the area for any signs of danger. He spotted Maccadam's Oil House, and an exasperated sigh escaped his vocal transmitter. He felt a fond touch of nostalgia, as he remembered the good times he and his colleagues from 'Six Lasers Over Cybertron Amusement Park' had, partying after work and sharing stories. He missed those times. Ever since Megatron had it destroyed, (Although he claimed otherwise, it was rather blatant it was of his work) he had lost touch with those colleagues, and was unable to find a new hobby. Suddenly, an explosion rang from the High Council Chamber, attracting his attention. As he flew toward the Chamber, he overheard wild accusations from the raspy throat of Megatron, and scowled in disgust. He had absolutely no respect for the gladiator. As he transformed into his robot form, his optics locked in on the Matrix of Leadership being handed to a red-and-blue Cybertronian. 'Orion Pax, now is Optimus Prime?' He wondered. 'The Data Clerk, our new Prime?' In a flash, Halogen is killed; Optimus Prime convinces Megatron to shed no more energon within the Council halls, Ratbat and Contrail leave with Megatron's 'Decepticons', and those agreeing with Orio- Optimus Prime retreat with him. Without hesitation, the jet transformed and shot off after Optimus Prime.