"HEY! GET OFF ME!"

"STOP STRUGGLING, STEELJAW! YOU'RE GOING IN THAT STASIS POD AND BACK TO CYBERTRON!"

"I AM NOT GOING BACK THERE! LET GO!"

Now that he was feeling better, Steeljaw wanted out, but of course Bee's team had other plans, and that's why he didn't want to come here in the first place. If only the red medic would have listened to him. Now, Strongarm and Sideswipe had him pinned, with one holding his servos behind his back, and the other pressing his head into the ground. In front of them stood Bumblebee, with Grimlock on one side, and Drift and his mini-cons on the other.

"Sorry, Steeljaw, but you have to," Bumblebee said, sounding almost as if he regretted having to send him away.

Steeljaw growled, but then let his body go slack. He may be healed, but he was still tired, and even he knew when he was outmatched. He also knew he wouldn't be able to talk or trick his way out of Bumblebee's grasp. He felt the weight on his head disappear, but the grip on his servos tightened as he was yanked to his pedes and forced to walk.

"What is going on here?"

Everyone stopped and turned to see Knockout standing nearby, his expression unreadable.

"Where are you taking him?"

"Cybertron, where he can face justice for his crimes," Strongarm said, readjusting her grip on Steeljaw's servos. Knockout looked between everyone.

"Alright, then," the red medic shrugged, smiling. "Saves me a trip. I can just hitch a ride back home with Bee and Steeljaw."

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

"Uh, Knockout, what are you talking about?" Bumblebee asked.

"Don't worry, Bee, I'll tell you later."

Knockout walked over to where Strongarm was still holding Steeljaw. He looked both the cadet and the ex-con in the optics before patting the latter on his shoulder plate.

"All you need to know right now is that I have something else in mind for him."