Prologue:

"Hey Aurora."

"Hm?"

"How's that planet called earth?"

"I took you there!"

"Only for an Alt mode."

"It's really, really big. Not as big as Cybertron though."

"Do you think we'll ever get off of Cybertron?"

"Just wait. We'll get off."

"Promise?"

"Promise, Goldie."

Both sat in silence, staring at the War-torn planet. The Iacon library was in the distance, the frame standing, some of the outer shell fallen. Both of their weapons sat beside them, in reaching distance in case more terrorcons wandered up.