Far above the Jovian world of Terrix orbits the Autobot's Central Command Hub where thousands of brave Autobots, young and old, work round the clock monitoring Decepticon activity and giving out orders to other Autobot cells across the universe. And on the top platform of the main bridge stands the kind and mighty Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, who looks back on the events leading to the war, how his younger brother, Megatron, worked so hard to earn the title of Prime only to end up as Lord High Protector and in turn betray his fellow Autobots by forming the sinister Decepticon faction and murdering their father, Sentinel Prime, when he is suddenly called back to the present by one of his officers.

"Optimus Prime?"

"Mm? Oh, Gears. Excuse me."

"Sir?"

"What is it?"

The small Autobot handed him his P.A.D.D.(Personal Access Display Device), "Priority pulsewave transmission from Earth, your direct attention."

"Earth?"

"Small body in the Sol system."

"Right. Yes. Prowl's detachment." He read the P.A.D.D. thoroughly, "Decepticon Infiltration Unit in Siege Mode. Ahead of schedule. Threat level-undetermined. Curious."

"We also received a message buoy from the Calaburn. We've tried hailing her and nothing-just dead space. Action?"

"A rogue energy trace detected in the immediate vicinity of Thunderhead Pass, missiles launched from roughly the same coordinates? Gears, get me The Wreckers."

Varas Centralus, a canyon world in the Kol system currently under siege of the Decepticons. In their way stand The Wreckers, a highly-trained, well-organized strike force made up of the most gifted Autobot troopers headed up by their field commander, Springer, who was currently fighting another battle over his comm-link.

"Of course it's a lost cause. That's why we're here! Say again? No. I don't care if it's Phase Sixty! We don't cede this world to the Decepticons without a kick and struggle. Listen, Bluestreak, get your squad over here now or you'll miss all the fun!"

It was like battling seven armies in a firestorm. There were Decepticons constantly scrambling here and there trying to fight of the Autobots who were using everything they had at their disposal to breach the enemy structure.

Springer radioed his ground troops, "Scoop, how's our storm tunnel coming?"

"Slowly, Springer. The local rock here is very dense. How the 'Cons got their Siege Mode armature placed is beyond me!"

"Honest effort, Scoop. Tell Twin-Twist to keep at it."

"Springer!" yelled the large Wrecker, Roadbuster, "Ops-Command! It's urgent."

"Isn't always? Give it here." He grabbed the radio from Roadbuster, "Yes? No. Direct from Prime? What about Varas? Alright, but I hate leaving a battle half-fought." He tossed it back, "Pull 'em out, Roadbuster. We're being redeployed."

"To?"

"Home."

Hyperlinq struggled to break free of Cop-Turr and Fracture, "This thing, it's not a containable quantity. It's a force of nature. You can't seriously hope to direct it like some guided missile. It'll overwhelm you, roll right over you! It's just too big."

Cy-Kill continued to brush off these warnings and proceeded to hook himself up in an uplink chair, "I understand your awe. It's how we felt when we first exhumed the entity from the depths into which it fell. But it can be done. The Neuroscape is void, all trace of violation of sentience burned out in the last, flailing rampage." A stream of wires slithered out of the chair's headrest and plugged themselves into the back of Cy-Kill's head, "Via the uplink, I can provide rudimentary impulses and navigational prompts. The rest, well, it'll be a case of doing what comes naturally."

Hyperlinq struggled even harder, "No! If you let it loose, there'll be no stopping it! You can't just turn it on and off. It'll consume everything, you included!"

"I think not. Fitor, Dr. Braxis, rouse the entity!"

"This has gone far enough!" With a burst of strength, Hyperlinq knocked his holders aside and proceeded to fight off the other renegade Decepticons, but was quickly subdued by Tankor and fell out cold.

Cy-Kill was disappointed, "I wanted you to see this so much, Hyperlinq, to understand what will be, but your negativity is starting to grate. Fracture, Tankor, put him with the others. The Polydermal Abrasion process is long, painful and arduous, Hyperlinq. You'll have plenty of time to reflect on your general lack of faith."

And like that, Hyperlinq was carried off into the caverns to join his crew.

"Cy-Kill!" Dr. Braxis reported, "Ultra-energon levels at fifty percent and rising. It won't be long now!"