Ratchet worked on Hestia for hours and he was done by dawn the next day. Hestia was to rest for a day before she can be released. Optimus was decoding the Iacon Database after he had helped Rachet fixing the Hestia. While decoding, the was thinking about the existence of other Autobots in hiding on Earth. They must have received his call. He feels that he has pulled them back into the conflict from a peaceful life. Jazz was living his musical dreams, Warpath had found his comrades among the humans, The former councillor had found a place in human society. How many of his kind has found a place amount human? That was question was in his mind.

He heard that Hestia groaning, waking up. He turned to see her moving. She then slowly opens her optics. "Hestia," Optimus said calmy as he walked. "How are you?"

"Feeling groggy but I better," she said as she sat up. "Thank you for answering my call. I sincerely apologise in interfering anything your team's operations."

"We will help anyone that we can. Any machination of Unicron is something we have to face."

"Seeing the last time he was starting to awaken? I was very unprepared as I was busy with something else."

"What were you doing before the Unicron's awakening?"

"I was busy in Greece investigating the truth behind the legend of a mythical giant automaton, Talos as well as the legend of the Colossus. Globetrotting, as the humans say."

"I see," Optimus said. "If I may, how did you gain the title of Hestia Prime?"

Hestia sighed. "During my time on Australia, I stumbled something that used to belong to Solus Prime. Her Matrix. I cannot tell you how or why it came here, but it was here. It called me. I cannot explain it to you Optimus." He voice began shaking. "Am I even worthy to be called a Prime? I didn't even dive down Mount Etna to assist you from my side. I've been on Earth all my life Optimus. What have I done to deserve this?"

"You were every upstanding in that battle against Terminus yesterday," Optimus assured. "Even while you are young, you have shown that you can handle yourself well in a battle."

"Yes, but that was a remnant of the fighting prowess of Solus. I just cannot let him be wreak havoc."

"The alert you have sent critical. For your call for action stopped Unicron's influence from spreading."

"I just feel some sort of obligation to protect. It's my calling as a Prime."

"It may be your calling, but you have no obligation to join our war."

"I see you point, but I want to. Look, I may have not known Cybertron but there's something coming that will force me to join. Unicron's recent awakening was just a beginning."

"What beginning?"

"You are not the only Prime, Optimus."

His eyes widen, "A New Age of Primes."

"Yes, but what proceeded that age?"

"Nothingness. Just the battle between Primus and Unicron."

"Indeed. Optimus, this what may be between Autobot and Decepticons. When Unicron has his hands on things, it will inevitable he will rise in one way or another."

"Then I shall do my best to lead us in any obstacle that Unicron place before us."

"That is very reassuring. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he acknowledged.

She leaned back to the berth when Jefire, and Jack walked in the main foyer. "Hey Hestia!" Jack greeted. "You seem to be getting better."

"My internals are reporting green now. Thanks for asking, but I still need some rest after your medic patched me up, or else I'll be dead from overheating."

"How did your cooling systems get scrapped in the first place?" Smokescreen asked when he walked in.

Hestia let out a nervous laughed. "Remember what I say about the rust-mites when I called you all? Yeah, I wasn't lying. They really like cooling systems to nibble on. The worst cluster was in the Congo. There's a small one in California, but it's has eliminated by the recent wildfires."

"Rust-mites?!" Ratchet asked in alarm. "Here on Earth?!"

Hestia groaned as she sat up. "It's the Quintesson strain Rachet. It's worst for them than for Cybertronians. They really like to our cooling systems as a snack apparently."

"And you didn't think to find a medic?!" Hestia leaned away from being yelled at.

"The closest one was Triage, same group as Warpath but he was still in transport from Afghanistan."

"Triage?" Ratchet asked. "That loose cannon is here on Earth?"

"Yes?" Hestia answered, unsure.

The medic just grunted and went to get some his instrument to check up on her. He ordered her around so he can do a thorough check up and scans on her.

"Who's Triage?" asked Jack.

"A very trigger-happy medic," Jetfire said wistfully. "Quoting his human partner, 'he'd rather use a defibrillator to take down 'Cons than reviving his patient with it'. That's very accurate description, coming from someone who have been his patient. Shot at Decepticons first, then came to fix me up."

"Completely the opposite of what a medic should be doing." Ratchet grumbled.

"He had changed a bit," Hestia tried to argue. "His partner is a battle field medic. He'll fix you up first, and proceed to fire at enemies. The initial job will be a bit crude but it does the job."

Ratchet just huffed as he continued scanning the younger Prime. Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and the remaining human companions came by as well.

"How's Hestie doing doc?" Miko ask groggily. Her hair was resembling a black and pink nest more than anything. The same this was wit Rafael. He was yawning, nodding to Miko's question.

"She's still recovering. Her cooling systems will need time to heal as the damage was quite extensive. No doubt from the trauma of battle, and rust-mites. I recommend you not do any extraneous activity and remain here for a few days for me to observe your recovery for next few days. Though it may burden our lowing resources of Energon."

"I have my own stock in a base I'm building from parts of Metroplex. If Trypticon lives on as the Nemesis, Metroplex will live on to assist the Autobots as the Ark. The everything is in place; I need to decide what kind of power source should I use."

The whole base was silent, even Jetfire. They just stared at her.

Arcee was the first one the break the silence. "You built a base?"

"Yes."

"By using remnants of Metroplex, the Titan?" Jetfire asked.

"Yes. I used my own Spacebridge to go to Cybertron to find parts there. I want a bigger place so I can house refugees, but they seem to be handling on their own fine. So, now I'm thinking I should give it to the Autobots for the war effort. Plus, you need a bigger place since you'll be getting old friends to joining in."

"Where is this base?" Bulkhead asked.

"Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. It's floating above a nice Energon vein. Once I get it powered up, we can start mining it."

Miko whistled. "You work fast," she said.

"I'm the successor to Solus Prime. Building things is what I do. If I can't use it as a refugee centre, then I will hand it over to Optimus. Metroplex wanted it to be so."

Optimus walked up to Hestia and placed a hand upon her shoulder. "As much as I am grateful of you handing us the base that you made from the remnants of Metroplex, I have to ask you to please reconsider about you joining in the active war. You are young and have not much experience in active combat. I do not wish to let a young one like you head into the fog of war. Especially if we are facing enemies on two fronts. Both Unicron and Megatron are formidable enemies to be facing against."

Hestia sighed and remained silent for long moments. Hestia took a hard breath and looked up. "I will reconsider joining, but still take the Ark as my gift to you. Metroplex himself told me to surrender it to you if it wasn't used as a refugee centre during this ongoing war. All that is left is something to power it up."

"Maybe Wheeljack can cook something up," Bulkhead suggested.

"Wheeljack?"

"He may be a Wrecker but, he's a great engineer if I say so."

"I may have some suggestions as well," Jetifire said. "I was a scientist before the war, maybe I can hand my expertise there as well."

"Ep! Ep! Ep! You must recover first young Prime," Ratchet scolded. "Building a new power source, whatever it is, can overload your systems."

"Yes, sir!" she said.

She was shown around the base by Smokescreen. "On the right is the Spark Extractor. Does what is says on the tin. Then we have the Forge of Solus Prime. I'm pretty sure that Optimus will give it to you if you ask for it."

Hestia shook her head, "I'm not ready yet for that kind of power. I'm already having too much power with the Creation Lathe. I'm scared what will happen if I have the Forge in my hand."

"What? It's just a hammer! A magic hammer maybe, but it won't hurt too much."

"I'm just scared of the sheer power I will have over creation itself. That itself is dangerous enough. I can turn you into a cube of scrap for all I care." That made them both shiver.

"I see your point. Let's get moving."

He showed the wing of the silo where they live. He showed her temporary room. "Say," Smokescreen asked as they walked. "I know you've been around the world a bunch of time. Did you meet any other Autobots?"

"I do," she said. "There's Ironhide in Australia. He's raising his son with Chromia. He got lucky that the farm he landed on had an Energon in a dry well they had."

"I heard about him," Smokescreen mused. "One of the Autobots oldest Autobots. I heard he was the closest to the boss."

"He is. He knows that Optimus is already on Earth but he has a son to raise. That boy is still younger than you and Bumblebee, I guess. He wants his son to grow up ready for the war."

"Are they?"

"I don't know. Last I heard from Ironhide, Blackblast needs to fix his aim. He can barely shoot a slow-moving target," Hestia laughed. "The offspring of the Autobot's forte weapon's expert can't have that."

Smokescreen let out a laugh. "That sure is. He's greener than me."

"I wouldn't say so rookie. He may be new to blasters, but I'll be wallaby's mother to fight him hand-to-hand. He just made his own version of Earth most deadly martial art, Krav Mega. That one can take you down in seconds just by locating your actuation points. He may be bigger than his mother, but he's leaner than his father. He's leave you in the dust when on wheels."

"We'll see about that." They rounded a corner towards the elevator to the helipad. "This goes up to the roof where Agent Fowler lands his helicopter. A great place to look outside without being spotted. Earth has some real good sunsets, and the sights of the stars here is incredible."

"I'm glad you find Earth has its charm. Your liaison will freak if he knows how many Cybertronians live here. I'll take you England one day to meet one of the more influential families that are in the know about Cybertronians. They've been dealing with you kind for longer."

"Really? Better tell Optimus about that. Is anyone with them?"

"Well, there's Hot Rod. His language processor somehow glitched and he speaks in French accent. Cogman, a Headmaster. He's a very aggressive and sassy attendant to his current charge. Basically, the head bot of the place. Been active for 7, now 8 generations of that family. Lord Burton is dealing with his eccentric caretaker while his son works with Perceptor. Those who had been here take the saying 'robots in disguise' to heart."

"That sounds cool," Smokecreen said. "Let's head down to the others." Hestia nodded. They walked towards the elevator and went to the main foyer.

"What you think of the base?" asked Jack.

"The size is decent for your crew. I recommend some upgrades to the tech. Overall, a nice place to stay in."

"Yeah," Smokescreen intercepted. "She told me loads of cool things about the bots that live on Earth."

"What did you learn rookie?" Arcee asked, eye ridge raised. Curious of what the young Prime told him.

"She told me that there are more bots here than we realise," Smokescreen said. Then the proximity alarm blared. On the main console, it showed Agent Fowler's helicopter coming.

"Seems like Fowler is coming," Arcee said boredly. "He seems eager to meet the new Prime."

A few minutes later, the overweight government agent stormed in. "You Autobots better have a god excuse for not reporting these new bots that were under the radar," he demanded. "I have higher ups barking up my ass about a runaway truck and a minor Earthquake in Navada!"

"Agent Fowler," Hestia spoke up. "Do you want the long explanation or the short one?"

"You are?"

"Hestia Prime," she introduced herself. "The one intercepting your call. I apologize for that. Unicron is up to something, and I don't like it. That's why you were up against the animated remains of MECH's clones of Optimus, and I called for help."

"I see," the agent noted. "Now I want the long answer."

"As for the unaccounted Autobots, consider them off duty from the active line of combat sir. Each of them have their own reasons to not participate int combat. Perceptor's t-cog are not in the best shape. Locking up at random times not letting him transform. Jazz's com systems was busted until I fixed it months ago. Still has some issues with the tuning. Prowl has some processor issues. He'll be having the human equivalent of epilepsy. Warpath and Triage came as a pair, joining a stranded US military unit back in the middled east. They were taken in subsequently after. They're ready to join the war after they say their goodbye's to their unit."

Fowler massages his temples. "How many people know of them in total?"

"For them only? Give or take 30 people."

"There's more?!"

"You bet!" Smokescreen interrupted. "From what she told me; our people have been here for a long time. One family knew about us for over 100 years."

"150 years," Hestia corrected. "That would be the Burton family. They have been keeping record of Cybertronians on Earth since the Middle Ages. They're the active one so far. The current generation, Walter Burton now works with Perceptor. With them are Hot Rod and Cogman. Hot Rod being the protector of the Estate and Cogman as the family's butler for 7 of those generation. Holding the longest record of active Cybertronian on Earth."

"Are all of these 'Bots on Earth Autbots?"

"No. Most of them are Neutral. There are some with faction affiliations but they tend to respect the status quo of 'robots in disguise'. I've met some disaffected Decepticons in the Balkans hanging out with Neutrals and some Autobots in a bar. They had other commitments other than the war to attend to. So long that the Autobots and Decepticon leaders do not rope them in, they will stay out of the firefight."

"As the leader of the Autobots," Optimus spoke up, "I respect their decision."

"So we won't be seeing these stragglers on the internet anytime soon?"

Hestia let out a laugh. "A sighting will mostly be on conspiracy websites and the post will be deleted by the next day. Don't worry about this Agent. They've been dealing this for decades, heck centuries even. Never doubt the power of calling people 'crackpot conspiracy theorists'. These families that live with Cybertronians know better to announce themselves living with giant metallic titans from space. Unless you want to live in a padded cell that is."

Agent Fowler eyed Hestia critically. "I'll see of your info on the Burton Family checks out. For now, I'll have to take your word Miss Prime."

"Trust me Agent," she said in an assuring tone. "You can trust me. I've met a lot of 'bots. You just need to look a little closer."

He nodded, then turned to Jetfire. "You! You are?"

"Name's Jetfire," the Autobot seeker introduced himself. "Former scientist and part the Aerialbots, the Arial Combat unit of the Autobots. I used to be a Decepticon once but their ideologies skew too far for my own morals."

"I can attest Jetfires's loyalty belong to our side Agent Fowler," Optimus said. "He has been an integral part to our war from the start. I welcome him back to join our ranks."

"Thank you, Optimus."

"Then," said Agent Fowler, straightening his tie. "It seems I'm done here for now."

Hestia blinked. "Aren't you going to ask me to send some sort of document or something?" She asked. "I don't know, like any government stuff does? I heard humans complain a lot about document this and that a lot."

Agent Fowler cleared his throat, "There are exceptions. Especially when dealing with extra-terrestrials. Now, if you would excuse me. I have things sort out."