Much to her displeasure, Miko was confined to the berth for an entire day after she awoke. Shockwave's constant presence wasn't very assuring, either. He would scan her frame every few hours, or run some test without her permission. He forced energon down her throat, even when she insisted she wasn't deficient. Every time Miko so much as twitched or huffed in discomfort, Shockwave was there.

After being almost ignored for so long, the human-turned-Cybertronian thought she might have appreciated the attention. However, considering it was her slaver, it made her plating crawl. What had changed? Why was Shockwave so attentive so suddenly? Before, he had merely disregarded her as another subject, now he was...possessive.

Finally, he released her from the confines of the medbay, but the alternative wasn't much better. The femme shakily walked across Shockwave's off-site laboratory, trying to regain control of her weakened legs, leaning against the the scientist for support. Humiliated wasn't enough to describe how Miko felt. Several times she tried to push away from him as quickly as possible, but almost every time she nearly collapsed to the ground. And every time Shockwave would catch her.

"You are too impatient," the Decepticon chided her.

"Maybe because I like walking on my own," Miko retorted, even as her claws dug into the scientist's arm like it was her only lifeline.

"At this rate, you will rupture fuel lines. Should that occur, your confinement to the berth will be prolonged."

Miko froze at the threat. She was not eager to be under the scientist's critical gaze again anytime soon. She reluctantly nodded, taking care to judge her next step slowly instead of trying to rush ahead. Only when she did, she cursed as her leg buckled underneath her. Once again, Shockwave effortlessly yanked her back up to her pedes.

Frustrated by the lack of progress and being repeatedly manhandled, all Miko wanted to do was turn around and punch the Cyclops in the optic. She nearly did, until the doors of the lab opened with a hydraulic hiss. The walls trembled from slow, heavy pedes.

"Creator," Robodragon—no, Predaking greeted, his deep, ancient voice reverberating across the air.

Miko could still never get over how big the Predacon was. Shockwave's off-site laboratory was larger than the one on the Nemesis, built in the expansive caverns of the underground rather than the confines of the warship. But even then, Predaking's presence seemed to take up half of the broad room. Miko, not even one-third of his size, had to crane her neck back just to look at his face.

Still, looking at a new face filled her with relief and excitement. Sure, Predaking was intimidating, between his rugged helm and crooked fangs and glaring yellow optics… Well, maybe that's what Miko liked about him. He didn't try to hide what he was. He was a Predacon, and he was proud of it. Even when that intense gaze softened when he looked upon her.

Yet Shockwave's optic only brightened when the transforming Predacon appeared.

"What are you doing here?" the Decepticon engineer demanded. "I have not sanctioned examinations for you."

"I merely wished to see how the femme was healing."

"Progress is occurring as expected," Shockwave huffed. "Where are the other two Predacons?"

The femme stiffened at the mention of her attackers, but Predaking assured, "They went on patrol, my Creator. They long to see the great-plains-of-the-skies."

"Bit of a mouthful, don't you think?" Miko quipped.

Even the dragon's speech was odd. He didn't even sound old, but the way he talked, it was as if he was speaking from another time. Or he really couldn't grasp the world around him? No, that wasn't it. Whenever Predaking spoke, there was an intelligence behind it… but it was different from Shockwave and Megatron.

At least Lazerback and Twinstrike weren't around. Miko still wasn't comfortable with the Smash Brothers. Not after what they did to her. Or Jack. Or… oh, poor Raf!

The femme still felt terrible, leaving her poor friend behind like that. But what was she supposed to do? She couldn't just hand him over to Megatron! The Autobots would take care of him, right? She just hoped he was okay.

What Miko went through wasn't even a fraction of Raf's pain. And here she was, stumbling around like a grandma walking out of hip surgery, using her slaver as a crutch. She was better than that!

With a huff, Miko braced herself and unlatched her claws from Shockwave. The Decepticon swiveled his helm around from staring at Predaking to glare at her, but didn't chide her as she cautiously moved away.

"I can do this," Miko insisted, mostly to herself than to Shockwave.

She straightened, shifting her weight onto her pedes. Her stabilizers groaned in protest, but she ignored it. She forced herself to take a step forward. She could do th—

Without warning, her knees buckled with a metallic groan.

"Whoa!"

The floor rushed up to meet her and Miko shut her optics, bracing for the hard impact. She let out a wheeze as suddenly a strong, large servo caught her by the chest. Shockwave, not doubt.

"I said I can do it!" the femme snapped, looking up to glare at her captor.

Only to be greeted by Predaking's bright optics. That yellow gaze glowed brightly, like the fire in a hearth. Warm, but not dangerous. The Predacon cautiously propped her onto her pedes. Instead of pushing her forward or making her lean on him, he kept a gentle hold on her, only to keep her steady.

"You must be patient, Small-One," he rumbled. "A hatchling must learn to walk before he can fly."

"I'm a Jeep."

Miko wasn't surprised when Predaking only cocked an optic ridge at the foreign word. Before he could respond, the femme tugged his arm away and stood back up. Her legs still trembled, but she stopped herself from tilting. The gargantuan mech must have gotten the message, as he respectfully stepped away again. Allowing her to continue.

It felt learning to walk all over again, as the femme forced one pede in front of the other. Her legs wobbled with each step, her upper body listing back and forth. She would have fallen ten times, if Predaking had not kept her straight. He did not push or restrain her, merely gently holding her in place, mindful of his wicked long talons. He offered no scolds or discouragement. In fact, whenever Miko stumbled, the mighty dragon rumbled encouragement until she found her balance again.

The slave was aware that Shockwave's analytical gaze never left them, that red hot optic burning into her plating. She wondered, if the scientist was overseeing her progress, or Predaking's. Was he watching his newly transformed Predacon, to see what other secrets the beast was hiding?

Or was he watching her, wondering what part of her he was going to pick apart next? Miko didn't want to know.

It took some time until she could plant a pede without it trembling.

She was venting harder now, releasing heat that had been building up. Her grip tightened on the Predacon as she leaned into him more for support, exhausted.

While the other Predacons' touch had sent her recoiling, the dragon's hide was warm. His grip was firm, but gentle. Just like when he had protected her so long ago, she almost felt… safe.

"That will be sufficient for now. Warpdrive requires recharge," Shockwave interrupted the moment, his voice speaking up from the other side of the room.

Miko whimpered in disappointment. She didn't want to go back to her pitiful spot on the berth, not when she was finally getting better! But it was getting harder to keep her helm raised, and no doubt the critical Shockwave noticed. Still, she wasn't excited to walk back to her prison. Predaking must have seen her hesitance, but misread it.

"I can carry you, if you are too tired, young one," he offered gently.

"N-no, I can do it—" Miko tried to protest, but Predaking would not have it.

His thick arm went behind her legs, scooping her up effortlessly. She yelped at the sudden motion, finding herself pressed against a hot chest. Miko was stiff as a board as the Predacon slowly, carefully, placed her on the berth. The femme tried to fitfully rise into a sitting position, only for the beast to press her back down.

"You must rest."

"I'm not tired! Stop treating me like a baby!"

Her pleas fell on deaf audios as Shockwave sinply ordered, "She requires a dosage of medical-grade."

Predaking merely nodded as the scientist went to fetch it. She huffed irritably, giving the Predacon a fitful glare.

"Why are you coddling me? Your buddies tried to eat me."

"Of which they have been reprimanded for their transgressions," Predaking informed with a lip curled in distaste. "It shall not happen again."

Miko frowned at the dangerous tone. She had seen the dragon thoroughly beat the other beasts in order to protect her and Jack. Even if he had reigned them in, how long would it last? Would they seek to go against him, the moment Predaking's back was turned?

Miko's servos curled into fists at that thought. There was a whole army of super-beasts, right outside the door. But who would they serve? Megatron? Or Predaking?

Her thoughts were broken when heavy footsteps came to her side. Shockwave raised the cube of energon to her face.

"Drink this, then recharge," he ordered.

Miko should have turned her head at the offer, but couldn't resist the temptation of faster recovery. She tiredly reached for the cube—

Only for Shockwave to retract it away from her servo.

The femme blinked in surprise, but before she could offer an angry protest, the scientist observed, "Your motor functions are weakened."

"I can still feed myself!" she protested hotly, making another swipe for the cube, only for her claws to swipe empty air

Even as she said the words, Miko felt a fine tremble in her limbs. She had spent a good portion of the day trying to learn how to move again. She had come a long way in just a few hours, cemented to a berth to walking on her own, but the strain soon took its toll. And it had been a while since Shockwave gave her the last dosage of medicine.

But meeting that pointed look with her own, it merely made Miko confused. Her slaver acted like feeding her was a chore, or that it was even above him. Usually he would simply plop a cube next to her, order her to drink the whole thing, and then immediately went back to whatever twisted project had his attention. Sometimes, Shockwave wouldn't even give her fuel—rather he would inject processed energon into her veins. Miko hated it. It would make her feel full and heavy and her body would become overcharged from the sudden influx of fuel.

Now, though, Shockwave was being slow. Almost careful. His singular gaze didn't leave her, the cube still outstretched towards her. Miko still protested.

"Can I just recharge?"

"Refuel, first."

"Come, Small-One," Predaking urged. "You need your strength."

A soft, disgruntled noise left Miko. They were ganging up on her now!

"Fine," she agreed reluctantly, resigned to the weakness spreading through her limbs.

As long as the medicine got her out of this fish tank. She slumped in defeat, and Shockwave saw that as permission to approach.

Miko instinctively tilted back her helm as the cube was pressed against her lips. She instinctively reached up with a shaky servo, loosely wrapping her hands around the glass to give the illusion that she was doing this by her own free will. But it was hard to ignore the sharp claws intertwining with hers.

The mutant tried not to shudder at the taste of the energon. If she was human, she would have surely gagged. It reminded her of cough syrup—a harsh, disgusting taste, poorly masked by a pinch of sweetness. But she didn't protest as Shockwave poured every last drop down the funnel of her throat and into her fuel tanks.

She shuddered once she had her fill, almost unbearably sleepy now. Her optics drooped slightly, not helped in the slightest by Robodragon stroking her helm, and the infuriatingly soft smile curling the corners of his mouth. The heat of his frame cloaked over her like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Miko found herself sinking into it.

"You..." she tried to fling one last insult, but it died on her lips.

She slipped into recharge in the shadow of the mighty dragon. It was the first time, in a long time, that she felt safe.

oOo

The Earth's sun burned brightly in the sky as Ultra Magnus stepped out of the groundbridge. Smokescreen and Optimus Prime were beside him, frames tense and weapons primed. Wheeljack, Bulkhead, and Arcee took the rear guard. Bumblebee had elected to stay behind, to watch over Rafael. After everything that had happened, the scout was more protective over his charge. Magnus could not blame him.

The Autobot commander was confident that the former human would pull through. Ratchet was the best medic Cybertron could offer. Even though, the little mech would be scarred from the experience, both physically and mentally. The welding scars would permanently tarnish his plating, so paint was the only thing to hide them. Although it seemed Rafael had forgotten his trauma, should he ever be reminded of it, Magnus doubted he would be the same. The commander had seen too many changed by the horrors of war.

It was made worse by how young the mechling really was. Though Rafael appeared to be in nearly in an adult's frame, his mind was as fresh as a sparkling's. He had yet to live a full vorn. But it was not the first time Ultra Magnus concluded that the fires of war did not discriminate.

"Is this the place?" Smokescreen spoke up, drawing the Autobot commander from his morbid thoughts.

"Huh, this doesn't look like a Decepticon base to me," Wheeljack huffed.

Ultra Magnus narrowed his optics. He was right. Rather than the drilling equipment for mining or squadrons of drones hauling energon, the clearing was completely bare. An outcrop loomed over them, with the entrance of a cave underneath. It was just tall enough for a Cybertronian to comfortably walk in and judging by the black abyss, it was deep. However, it was barren and unguarded, unlike a Decepticon mine or a base of operations.

However, as Magnus scanned the surroundings, he had noticed the surrounding trees had been cleared away. Some were overturned with their roots hanging in the air, dirt still clinging to him. Tracks of clawed pedes and deep grooves dug into the ground. Someone had been here.

"Be on your guard," Ultra Magnus warned, his servo transforming into a cannon.

He cautiously stepped forward, the rest of the Autobots following his example.

"That's that, Chief," Wheeljack retorted, eyeing the entrance of the mine for drones. "At least they were kind enough to keep the door open."

"Something's not right," Arcee hissed.

"Well, it's not like they're expecting us," Smokescreen piped.

"Still, it's not like 'Cons to keep their bounties without someone to watch it," Bulkhead argued.

"We didn't come all this way to not blow this stinkhole," Wheeljack interrupted. "Let's get going already."

"Sir?" Ultra Magnus hummed inquisitively at Optimus Prime.

The Autobot leader's battle mask was activated, shielding his uncertain frown. No doubt he was having the same misgivings.

"Proceed with absolute caution," Optimus ordered lowly, optics narrowed in suspicion.

With a cut nod, Ultra Magnus led the way, stepping towards the cave's entrance. Only when he did, a clap of thunder filled the air. He instinctively froze, armoring clamping down defensively. Magnas looked up only to see the sky was completely clear. Not a single storm on the horizon. The rest of the Autobots looked just as baffled.

"What was that?" Arcee gasped, optics scanning the skies.

Before anyone could answer, another harsh clap reverberated through the air. Ultra Magnus realized, optics widening in horror.

It could be only one thing.

Suddenly menacing, black shadow eclipsed the sun, darkness falling over the group of Autobots. But it was not the colossal, serpentine shape that Ultra Magnas expected.

"That's not the dragon!" Arcee shouted in shock.

The two-wheeler was right—this beast was nothing like the first Predacon. Rather than a dark shade, the beast's hide was a brilliant red in the sunlight. It owned a long, sharp beak instead of fanged mandibles. Although the wingspan was not as long as the dragon's, each flap sounded like a violent explosion.

The Autobot commander narrowed his optics. Bumblebee had told he and his charge had been attacked by a red Predacon. Was this the one that hurt Rafael?

Suddenly a screech echoed through the air, so loud and piercing the Autobots cringed as finials flattened in pain. There was a powerful gust of wind, sending dust into the air and bending trees. Then the earth shook as the Predacon landed on the rock above the Cybertronians, the solid stone cracking underneath its claws.

Sharp, yellow optics gazed upon them, gleaming as its beak clicked together a few times. Then he spoke, in a gleeful, dangerous tone, "A whole pack of Two-Walkers. A fine meal all of you will make!"

A shriek ripped from the chimera's throat as he bore down on them. The Autobots jumped out of its path, but he was too fast. Bulkhead hissed as sharp claws dug into his side, sending sparks and energon flying. The red beast slammed onto the ground with a heavy thud, and before any of the Cybertronians could react, he flicked his whip-like tail. It slammed into Smokescreen, sending the young mech flying through the air.

The mech slammed into the rock wall, collapsing to his knees with a groan. With a feral grin, the Predacon stalked towards the fallen Autobots, only to be interrupted by scorching energon striking its side. He turned with a furious hiss to Arcee, her twin blasters still aimed at the chimera.

He opened his jaws wide, fiery light illuminating his throat. The two-wheeler just managed to leap out of the way as he unleashed a jet of flame. The Autobot hissed as the heat of the attack scorched her plating, flipping mid-air to land on her pedes.

Arcee glanced up, only to see the beast had already shifted his attention to Optimus Prime, flames still spilling from his beak.

"Watch out!" she shouted.

Optimus narrowly dodged the stream of fire, optics widening before he scowled at the Predacon. Reaching behind him, the Autobot leader pulled out a large cannon with a revolving barrel. The weapon hummed as it began to spin at a dizzying spin. The Prime pulled the trigger and a volley of energon flew through the air.

The Predacon screeched in pain as the superheated bolts struck the armor of his face. He flailed, turning away from the rude assault and raising his claws to rub the melted metal from its optics.

Then suddenly the chimera cried out, "Ugh! Twinstrike! Where are you, you bumbling fool?!"

"Twinstri-?!" Arcee echoed, only to be interrupted as a not one, but two mighty roars filled the air.

All the Autobots flinched at the harsh sound, each trying to find the source as it echoed around them. Then the ground began to shake.

The trees on the edge of clearing began to tremble, swaying back and forth even as there was no wind. Leaves fell to the ground and even Ultra Magnus had to dig his heels in to keep his balance. Then suddenly the trees disappeared in an explosion of wood and smoke. A giant, gold monster burst out of the forest, its jaws wide, exposing rows of wicked fangs. It had not one, but two heads, conjoined to a single body of gold that glinted in the sun. Malicious optics burned at them.

"Trespassers!" the helms roared as one, dual voices mingling together in a ferocious bellow.

Suddenly flames burst from the Predacon's mouths, unleashing fire across the clearing. The Autobots let out various yelps and grunts as they dodged incoming inferno.

"What the scrap is that?!" shrieked Smokescreen, optics wide as moons.

"I believe that is another Predacon," Ultra Magnus stated grimly.

"Lennox told us about it," Arcee recalled. "He called it a hydra!"

"What does it matter?" Wheeljack interjected. "They go down all the same!"

With that, the Wrecker charged forward, drawing his swords. With a harsh battle cry, he leaped high into the air. He brought his blades down on the twin-helmed Predacon, only for the beast to twist around to face him, jaws opened wide in a head snapped forward, fangs lodging into the metal of his arm, jerking him sharply before tossing him to the side.

As Wheeljack flew away with a cry, Ultra Magnus charged towards the beast's rear. He realized it was his only chance. He closed the distance, blade at the ready—

A piercing scream assaulted his audios as suddenly something rammed into his side. Hard. The Autobot commander let out a grunt as he slammed onto the ground in a tangle of limbs, wicked talons digging into his plating. He twisted, only to see a deadly, serrated beak coming towards his optics. With a gasp, Magnus craned his helm to the side, jaws snapping at the air he once occupied. He winced at the beast's fangs nicked his finials.

With a hiss, the Predacon raised his beak, only to bring it down again and again. Magnus just barely managed to avoid the barrage of attacks, painfully pulling his neck cables from the strain of the awkward position. He wondered if the monster was trying to rip his helm from his shoulders, or it was merely an absurd game. The Predacon must have gotten bored of it, as his neck twisted and he clamped his jaw down on the Autobot's shoulder. He bellowed in pain.

"Get off of him!" shouted Smokescreen, sending a barrage of energon into the beast's hide to try to get its attention.

With a furious screech, Lazerback completely forgot about Magnus pinned underneath him, lunging towards Smokescreen in a red blur. Claws extended and beak aimed for Smokescreen's throat. The former Elite Guard ducked, braced for the massive weight to settle on him next. Only it never happened.

Suddenly there was the whirr of Optimus's cannon and a volley of energy pelted onto Lazerback's side. The Predacon shrieked as the force of the attack sent him flying, straight into Twinstrike. The beasts roared as one as they crashed onto the ground in a tangle of limbs. As the Predacons desperately tried to free themselves, Optimus turned to Magus. The blue mech grunted in pain as strong servos pulled him to his pedes, irritating his bleeding pauldron, but he pushed down the pain.

"I am well," the Autobot commander assured.

His leader merely nodded, trusted his second-in-command's judgement. "Lead the Wreckers into the tunnels. We will occupy the Predacons."

"Yes sir," Ultra Magnus nodded in compliance, knowing better than to argue with his Prime.

"But, Optimus—" Bulkhead objected swiftly, optics wide in alarm.

"If Miko and Jack are truly here, then they must be secured," Optimus retorted. "We have no time to waste! Now go!"

Bulkhead's optics furrowed in uncertainty, but he eventually nodded in acknowledgement. He turned towards the mine entrance, following Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus. The earth trembled underneath their heavy pedes, the thunderous thuds reverberating off the cavern's walls. Ultra Magnus heard the furious roars of the beasts echoing after them, followed by fierce battle cries and the sound of energon fire. Magnus felt a twinge in his spark, torn between his sense of duty.

As head of the Elite Guard, he had made a vow to defend his Prime with his life. However, that same vow expected him to follow his leader's will. He was left with no choice, but to follow Optimus's orders. The Autobot cause was depending on him.

Soon the deafening sounds of battle faded behind them as the Wreckers charged down the dark tunnel. Magnus noticed the floor was slanted, angling down deeper and deeper until the earth. It wasn't long until his commlink buzzed with static, telling his communications were cut off from the outside world. It would not be the first time Ultra Magnus led a blind mission, and he was not afraid to continue. Judging by the determined looks of Wheeljack and Bulkhead, his comrades shared the same sentiment. The group turned a corner, only to skid to a halt as they found their path obstructed.

It was a massive door made of black metal, looking horribly misplaced against the stone walls around it. There was no mistaking Decepticon engineering.

"Well, if that doesn't say we're in the right place, I don't know what does," Wheeljack quipped.

"We must find a way through," Magnus announced, glaring at the door. Then he had an idea, turning to Wheeljack as he asked, "Do you possess any explosives?"

The Wrecker only gave a crooked grin, pulling out a primed grenade and tossing it in his servo. "Do you even know me at all, Chief?"

"Be on your guard, soldier. There's no telling what might be on the other side of this door."

"Then how about we knock?"

With a mischievous glint in his optic, the Wrecker tossed the explosive.

~break~

Miko woke up to a thunderous boom reverberated around her. Instantly battle protocols onlined and her warpdrive hummed to life, sensors detecting the immediate environment, searching for a threat. The metal berth trembled beneath her fingertips and she heard the clanking of instruments disturbed by the same force.

An earthquake? No. She had been through hundreds of earthquakes. Instead of the entire world shaking for excruciatingly long seconds, the tremor had ended as quickly as it started. And earthquakes didn't come with a bang. Miko pushed down the urge to hide under a table, but her plating was still bristling.

"What the frag is going on?" she yelped as she jumped off the berth, already scanning the laboratory for Shockwave.

"Autobots!" a staticky voice cried from one of the monitors. Miko snapped her gaze to see the Decepticon looming over a station, speaking to a lowly drone on the other side. "They've breached the outer defens—"

Miko jumped as suddenly there was a hiss of energon fire and the Vehicon's helm erupted in sparks and shrapnel. He didn't have a chance to scream. Even Shockwave reared back, optic wide and bright as the monitor flickered and went dead.

"The Autobots…" Miko murmured quietly. "They're here?"

Shockwave ignored her, already tapping away to open another transmission. The screen returned to life and a new face appeared, dermas curled into a devious smirk.

"Starscream!" Shockwave nearly shouted. "The Autobots have arrived at my laboratory. Why was I not warned?"

"Oh, dear," Starscream gasped in surprise, but it sounded far too fake to be sincere. "They must have slipped past our sensors."

The Decepticon scientist's antennas tilted back to an angle Miko had never seen before. "I have yet to purge my laboratory of sensitive material—"

"Then don't let me keep you. Over and out."

Starscream gave a wide, wicked grin, optics gleaming maliciously before the transmission went black.

"Blast you to the pit, Starscream!" Shockwave seethed, his optic glowing hotly.

Miko flinched at the harsh tone. The femme had never seen stoic scientist angry, not even after she yelled at him, cursed him, or insulted him. Not even when she tried to attack her master. It was not that monotone drawl or one of those dangerous growls she was so used to. Plating was bristling, sharp winglets were raised high, and claws were curled around an imaginary throat.

Shockwave was livid.

When he finally noticed Miko's presence, he rounded on her and gripped her arm. The former human could only squeak in protest as the Decepticon firmly led her away from the console. The intensity of his optic never dulled.

"To the Predacon tanks. Now," Shockwave ordered, carrying most of her weight as her legs threatened to crumple underneath her.

Miko winced at the crushing grip. "Sh-Shockwave, you're hurting me!"

While the former human was no stranger to pain at this point, her slaver had always been careful. He only used pain to discipline his pet, and no more than what was necessary. If Miko behaved, he left her alone. But this time, Shockwave did not seem to care, rushing her out of the room quickly.

The laboratory trembled again, this time showers of dust falling from the ceiling. Miko's processor reeled, trying to register everything that was happening.

What was causing those tremors? The Autobots were here? Why? Against her will, Megatron's taunting voice rang in her audios.

"Oh? And when did he try to 'save' you, Miko? When he abandoned you on Cybertron? When he collapsed the tunnel over your head? Or it was when he and his compatriots destroyed Darkmount, well aware you were still within?"

Had they come for her, or for Shockwave?

The Decepticon yanked her along until they arrived in the main chamber of the laboratory, the walls washed by the yellow glow of the incubation tanks. The Predacons had looked even larger than before, talons and fangs fully sharpened with menacing plating fully hardened. Miko only had a glimpse at them before the scientist finally paused by the controls. He roughly shoved his prisoner against the floor, ignoring her yelp of pain, and began furiously tapping away.

"S-shockwave—" Miko stammered, startled by his sudden rough treatment of her.

"Quiet," Shockwave snapped, not even looking towards her.

Her helm jerked around when she heard another loud bang. The cavern shook again, so violently that the incubation tank rattled. A handful of the Predacons even twitched, as if the violent sound disrupted their slumber. But Shockwave was distracted from it all. He was so focused on the monitor, it was Miko that noticed them, first. Three large, bulky figures appeared at the lab's entrance. One was a deep blue, taller than the silver one. Then there was...

"Bulkhead?"