Sari was in her room packing her suitcase as Powell had decided to kick her out of her own home.

"So then he tells me I have to move out! I mean, hello! I live here! This is my home! And who does this Porter C. Powell guy think he is?!" Sari shouted to the world as she packed all her stuff. She had to sit on the suitcase to force it closed so she could lock it. "'Chairman of the board.' What does that even mean?! They should just call him 'Big-Jerk-Who-Thinks-He's-In-Charge-Of-Everything'!" She picked up her suitcase and walked towards the door but was stopped by none other than Powell himself.

"Oh, I don't think I'm in charge, young lady. I know it," Powell smiled. "Now hurry along. I need this room for Research and Development. In order to recover the money that you lost while you were playing at being in charge, Ms Sumdac. Or can I even call you that?"

"Just because there's no record I'm Isaac Sumdac's daughter doesn't mean I'm not! He's my dad! And I don't care what you say! Ugh! Why am I even talking to you?!" Sari turned away, picked up the briefcase and walked to the door, "Come on, Sparkplug. Come on, Tudor-bot. We're leaving. This place stinks!" She went into the hallway and pressed for the elevator.

"Might I remind you that these robots are both Sumdac Systems property? Leave them," Powell walked into the hallway, "Now hurry along. The new occupant will be here soon to set up for his new R-and-D facilities." The elevator door opened. "Ah, speak of the devil."

Sari turned and gasped as standing before her was Henry Masterson. "You!"

"That's right, lamer!" said Henry Masterson, standing proudly. "The master man with the master plan is BACK!" Masterson shoved his way through Powell and Sari, then Tudor-bot and Sparkplug and looked around Sari's room. "Wooah. Check it. Major cribbage. And it's mine. All mine. Mhm hmhm. Ahahaha!"

"You can't hire that guy back! He's crazy!"

"That, thankfully, is no longer your concern," said Powell pushing Sari into the elevator and handing her her suitcase.

At the same time, Optimus and Elita were City Hall for a press conference along with Sentinel. Sentinel bent over and picked up the box that had the microphone as camera-bots and camera-men snapped pictures of the stage.

"Organics of Earth, Mr Mayor, Captain Fanzone, I, Sentinel Prime, speak to you on the behest of our great commander Ultra Magnus. Who could not be here today because he has more important matters to attend to than worrying about this small underdeveloped planet. Which not to say that we of Cybertron mind helping out you simple organics."

The Mayor, Fanzone, and the Mayor's assistant looked at Optimus and Elita, both of whom merely shrugged. "Especially in light that so far our scanners have yet to detect any cyber-containments on your, uh…" Sentinel then bent over to Optimus "…What was it called again?"

"Skin!" Optimus said.

The Mayor's assistant leaned over towards the Mayor and whispered. "Sorry, Mr Mayor. I thought this was supposed to be a friendly photo-op."

"Blackarachnia, it can I get a comment on your new look?" a reporter bot asked.

Elita then took the microphone away from Sentinel. "You can, but I go by Elita-1 now, which was my original name."

"Then Elita-1, can you explain your transformation?

"We're still trying to figure that out, but I believe that I simply evolved.

"Prime! Prime!" a reporter bot called.

"Yes?" Optimus and Sentinel asked at once.

"Optimus Prime. Is it true that all Cybertronians have no regard for human lives and view Earth as nothing more than a battleground for the upcoming and never-ending robot wars?"

"Why, you little…" Sentinel threatened.

Optimus then quickly snatched the microphone. "First, let me say what a great honour it is to us be such welcomed guests here on your planet. We are also truly sorry for what you have been through with the recent Decepticon attacks. We understand with the threat of Megatron still looming out there, fears can run a little—"

"Enough!" Sentinel yelled, snatching the microphone away. "You bots will direct your questions directly to me!" Sentinel turned to Optimus. "Don't ever presume you can speak to me, Optimus. The last thing we need is a lowly glorified repair bot or a techno-organic freak speaking about matters that they don't understand!" Sentinel turned back to the audience, waved at the flashing cameras, and then back to Optimus. "A scrubs like the two of you should just stand and wave and stay out of the way." Sentinel turned back to the audience. "Now…um…what am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, according to Earth customs, you have to shake hands with the mayor," Optimus answered with secret satisfaction.

Sentinel slowly looked down at the Mayor, who had extended his hand, horrified.

"T-touch an organic?" Sentinel gasped in disgust.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Elita smirked.

"Unless you what to pass off such a great diplomatic responsibility to such a lowly repair bot or a techno-organic freak," said Optimus.

Sentinel growled at Optimus. He took another look at the hand of doom. He pulled out a finger, gave one shake, and yanked his hand away once all the photographers took their pictures. He pulled out an anti-bacterial spray and showered his hand furiously while mumbling to himself.

"Same old Sentinel," Optimus sighed.

"Hasn't changed much, has he," Elita sighed.

Sari had made it all the way to the Autobot base, who were gracious enough to allow her to stay with them.

"Thanks for taking me in, guys," Sari muttered sadly before walking into the Autobot base.

"Are you kidding? It's going to be great," said Bumblebee. "It'll be one nonstop party!"

"Yeah…party…" said Sari handing her suitcases to Bulkhead. "I bet Masterson's throwing himself one big party right now.

"How could they hire that nutjob body snatcher to work for your father's company anyway?" Bulkhead asked.

"I mean, it goes against everything my father stood for! My father…"

"Hey, don't you worry about anything roomy," said Bumblebee positively. "You're living with us now. And it's going to rock!" Sari didn't answer and merely sat down on the couch. "We have to do something to make her feel happy and at home."

"What do we do to feel happy and at home?" Bulkhead asked.

Bumblebee smirked.

A few moments later, they subjected Sari to deafening music and flashing lights. The music was so loud that Sari was pressed against the beanbag chair and the flashing lights from the TV were so blind blinding her.

"Isn't this great?" Bumblebee shouted over the music.

"Um, if it's okay with guys, I'd like to chill in my room a little!" said Sari as she got up and then began making her way to her room.

"Good idea! You're going to love your new room! We fixed it up just for you!" Bumblebee said.

When Sari walked into her room, she found an even bigger TV screen with even brighter flashing lights. Along with a stereo system that shook the entire room. Sari sighed as she entered.

Meanwhile, Masterson was enjoying his new room.

"This place totally rocks!" said Masterson as he jumped onto the couch and sat his feet on a nearby coffee table. "This'll be a smoking sight for some classic R-and-D. Total psychage. I'll have to set up my systems here for some serious gamage." Masterson picked up a remote and flipped through the channels.

"Ahem," Powell coughed, turning his attention. "Masterson, I expect great things from you. Need I remind you that it wasn't easy clearing up your name after that previous… misunderstanding?"

"Oh, relax, P.C. Henry Masterson is in the house. On the scene. Pumped and ready for some triple action! You name it; I'll deliver."

"Oh, good. Because I plan to explore the very profitable robotics industry that the short-sighted Sumdac sole summarily ignored in the past. Namely, military bots… Headmasters, the whole works."

"Oh, P.C., you are so talkin' my language that it hurts! Mhmhehehe," he said excitedly and then began pacing up and down. "But I need a new test subject. A new robot body! The ones I used before our so old news, so ten minutes ago. What I need is one of those new and cooler bots from outer space! Like him." Masterson pointed at Sentinel Prime's head. "PERFECTION! Ah hahaha! Aha."

Masterson immediately pulled out his phone and called Captain Fanzone.

"Hello? Captain Fanzone, I'd like to report a Decepticon sighting. Yes, it's down in Old Detroit. Yeah, I was so scared! Please do something, please!" Masterson pleaded innocently.

"Don't worry, ma'am. We're on it," Fanzone replied, then hung up.

"Ma'am? Oh, I am so not a ma'am," Masterson frowned.

"Attention all units, we have a Decepticon sighting in Old Detroit." Fanzone alerted.

"A Decepticon sighting," Sentinel laughed. "These organics wouldn't know a Decepticon from a trash-bot!" He nudged Optimus, who didn't seem the least bit amused with his elbow, then turned to a bot. "Tell your Captain that we're going to investigate."

"Um, Sentinel? That's a trash bot," Optimus smirked.

"Well, of course, it's a trash-bot! I didn't just arrive on this planet yesterday, you know," Sentinel said.

"Actually…"

"Never mind. Let's just go," said Sentinel quickly.

They then immediately transformed into their vehicle modes and took off, but Sentinel was driving rather dangerously. In fact, he was smashing through cars and street lamps and cutting across red lights.

"Sentinel! Red means stop!" Optimus shouted as Sentinel drove through three different red lights and caused two different pileups.

"For organic maybe, but I'm in a hurry!" Sentinel responded.

"Then let Optimus take the lead; his sirens will warn everyone of our approach!" Elita snapped.

"Follow the lead of a maintenance bot, are your circuits fried?" said Sentinel.

After ten minutes of demolition derby, they finally arrived in Old Detroit. They transformed into robot mode, and Sentinel then pulled out a stop sign that was jammed in his snowplough.

"They really got to stop putting these things on every corner," he said, tossing away the sign. Just then, Fanzone and his men arrived. Sentinel put out his finger and knocked on Fanzone's car. "Uh, you humans would probably just get in the way. Best to just hang back and let a real Autobot handle it." Fanzone's face twitched to a frown. "And don't worry, organic Fanzone, I've got a couple of maintenance bots along to clean up anything that might get messy."

Sentinel then walled off and was followed by Optimus and Elita.

"This is why I hate machines," Fanzone growled. "Especially arrogant, full-of-themselves machines!"

"Let's split up and get this over with as soon as possible," Sentinel suggested as he put on his battle mask.

"Sentinel, we should scramble our com-links in case the Decepticons are listening in," Optimus advised.

"What you should do is stick to the scope of your programming. If I need a trashcan emptied or a floor mopped, I'll just call my buddy's Optimus Prime or Elita-1. Or should I say Maintenance Prime and Techno Freak? Mehuhuhuhuhu." Sentinel laughed as he walked.

Optimus and Elita walked in the opposite direction.

"'Maintenance Prime'…then I'll just call you 'Pompous Jerk-Face Prime'. Yeah…that's what I should have said," Optimus mumbled.

"One of these days, I'm going to web his mouth shut, permanently," Eltia growled and then transformed into her beast mode. "I'll see if I can get a birds-eye view."

She then began to climb onto the nearest building.

It was now night, and Sentinel was still searching the area

"'Maintenance Prime and Techno Freak'," Sentinel chuckled. "Oh, I gotta say that one in the hard drive."

Then he heard a sound and quickly drew out his energy lands and shield. Then suddenly, a cat jumped out right in front of him, causing him to panic and cut through the rubble as he slashed wildly and screamed. Once he finally calmed down, he saw the cat, which just merely ran off completely unharmed.

"Stupid organic!" Sentinel spat.

Unbeknownst to him Headmaster unit was hovering directly behind him and then fired a cable directly at his back. He then suddenly felt a massive shock of electricity running through his body and then collapsed.

"Total ownage never gets old," said Masterson as he hovered down towards Sentinel.

Optimus was still searching the area for Decepticon but found nothing yet. Elita then climbed down from the buildings and transformed into robot mode.

"Found anything?" she asked.

Optimus shook his head. "No, I wonder how Sentinel was doing."

"Uh, Optimus, Elita, tell the organic Fanzone that he can send his forces home," said Sentinel over their com-links. "It's a false alarm."

"How do you know?" Optimus asked.

"I just know, okay? Now, I need you two to come to my position. Alone and promise me one more thing."

"What?" They both asked.

"That you won't laugh."

Optimus looked at Elita, who merely shrugged.

They followed Sentinel's signal to the source, but they found no one.

"This had better not be a practical joke," said Elita.

"Sentinel, Where are you?" Optimus called.

"Look down…" Sentinel's voice whispered. They looked down to see the disembodied head of none other than Sentinel Prime.

Then they immediately burst out laughing.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" Sentinel yelled.

"Aha. Sorry," said Optimus cleaning his throat.

"But can you really blame us?" Elita asked with a small smile.

"I can't let anyone see me like this! Especially Ultra Magnus!" Sentinel panicked.

"Oh, but it doesn't matter if we see you because we matter so little?" Optimus said.

"That's not how I would put it. I just need you to cover for me," said Sentinel.

"Like how you covered for me all those stellar cycles ago?" Optimus asked, raising an eye.

"Or how you supported me after my little accident?" Elita questioned.

"Let's not drag the past into this," said Sentinel. "I know some lesser bots might take advantage of a situation like this, but you two—Optimus and Elita You're a—"

"I believe the phrase you're looking for is…" said Optimus as he picked up Sentinel. "…suckers!"

"I always said that you'd lose your head one of these days," Elita smirked.

"Very funny," Sentinel grumbled.

"Yo boss-bot got a heads up for you and Elita," said Bumblebee on the com-link. "Powell just rehired that whackjob Headmaster."

"We had a feeling he was back in action," said Optimus.

"Really? How?" Bumblebee asked.

"Ahem! Mhm hm mm hm hmmm!" Sentinel panicked.

"Call it a hunch," Optimus smiled.

A few moments later, they were driving down the road towards Sumdac Tower, and Sentinel was strapped in Optimus' cab.

"Are we there yet? I can't see a thing from here. Where are you taking me anyway?" Sentinel complained.

"To see if Powell knows the whereabouts of his new employee Mr Masterson and you're…body," Optimus answered.

Then suddenly, a traffic light turned red, and they immediately came to a stop. Sentinel then found himself tossed off his seat, despite the seatbelt around his chin and crashed into the window. He slid down the window, off the dashboard, and bounced off the chair and under the dashboard.

"Okay, now…I really can't see," Sentinel groaned.

Sari was on the coach at the plant looking at the food Bumblebee and Bulkhead had brought.

"We didn't have any human food, so we pulled to giver stuff you might like to eat," Bulkhead smiled. He dropped a platter of acorns, some oil can's, a fish that they pulled out of a trash can and a live rabbit. Sari sighed and walked away.

"Are you going to drink that oil?" Bulkhead asked as the rabbit jumped off the table.

"Guess she wasn't hungry," Bumblebee shrugged.

Optimus, who was carrying Sentinel's head, and Elita had just arrived at Sumdac Tower. Optimus set Sentinel down on next to the indoor decorative tree.

"Don't go running off, Sentinel," said Optimus.

"We'll fight your best half in no time," Elita assured.

"Oh, haha, very funny," Sentinel grumbled sarcastically. Optimus and Blackarachnia walked toward Powell.

"That's far enough Optimus Prime and you to Elita-1 or whatever you're calling yourself now," said Powell. "Gone are the days when you Autobots could just waltz in and out of this tower. I'm in charge now."

"We're looking for Mr Henry Masterson," said Optimus.

"And we heard that you rehired him," said Elita.

"Well, I can be completely honest when I say that M. Masterson is not here," Powell assured them.

"So you wouldn't mind if we just took a look around?" Optimus asked as they began to look around the building, but Powell quickly stopped them.

"I mind very much. This is private property. Please leave," said Powell.

"You know some people would say that you're hiding something," said Elita.

"Maybe I am, but it's none of your business," said Powell. They frowned and then walked back to Sentinel. Optimus picked him up, and then they left. Powell dialled a number on his phone. "Optimus Prime and Elita-1 were just here. Looking for you."

"Suh-weet! Did you already tell them I already got a big dumb robot body?" Masterson replied

"This is serious, Masterson. We have a very public image that must be maintained," Powell reminded him.

He was completely unaware that Optimus and Elita were using their com-links to intercept the signal

"Powell's lying," said Optimus.

"Is that really a surprise, but sadly we don't have the authority to search his place," said Elita.

"I'm tempted to call Fanzone and have him go in with a search warrant," said Optimus.

"No!" Sentinel protested rather quickly. "We… ahem, don't want anyone else involved in this."

"Lucky for you, we don't need to," Optimus smiled. "I'm tracing Powell's phone call."

They soon arrived at the docks and found a ship anchored at the harbour.

"The signal's coming from that ship," said Optimus as they transformed a robot mode.

"Then hurry up already! They're casting off!" Sentinel rushed.

Before Optimus and Elita could go much further, a crate started to wildly shake. The crate burst open, and Sparkplug and Tudor-bot, both wearing headmasters units, jumped out.

"Looks like we've got a welcoming committee," said Optimus.

"Oh, please. What can they do?" Sentinel scoffed.

Just then, Tudor-bot's face screen glowed purple and fired out lasers while Sparkplug fired blasts out of his mouth.

"You had to ask?" Elita grumbled.

"We need to take cover!" Optimus shouted.

The two of them quickly rushed towards some crates, but Tudor-bot jumped up and kicked Sentinel out of his arms. Optimus pulled out his axe and swung at Tudor-bot, who dodged easily. Elita was busy dodging the lasers being fired by Sparkplug.

"Will you two hurry it up?" Sentinel shouted as he lay there on the ground. Optimus grabbed him with his grappler, then held onto him, then they took some cover and were quickly joined by Elita. From there, they could see that the ship was now setting sail. "Need I remind you two that that ship—and my body—are getting away?"

"Would you prefer I use your head as a shield?" said Optimus. "Actually, that's not a bad idea."

"Now, now, Optimus, let's not lose our—well, you know what I mean," said Sentinel quickly.

"Then be quiet, and a regional being very useful," said Elita.

Just then, Tudor-bot blasted apart their cover.

"Time to move!" Optimus yelled, and they quickly transformed into robot mode.

They then quickly drove between the two bots, causing them to shoot one another

and transformed and drove right through the two bots running them over, before heading towards the port.

"We're not going to make it!" Sentinel cried as they jumped off the port.

They then quickly transformed into robot mode, and Optimus used the rocket on his axe to propel him towards the ship. His axe plunged into the ship's hull, lodging him in place.

"Told you we'd make it," said Sentinel.

Optimus turned towards Elita and was shocked to discover that she was flying towards them. Upon close examination, he could see that she was propelling herself forward thanks to a set of rockets underneath the spider legs on her back. Once she reached the ship, she immediately transformed into beast mode and stuck on the side of the ship.

"Since when could you fly?" Optimus asked.

"Ever since I got these upgrades," she said.

Back at the plant, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were now taking the part of teachers.

"Just because you don't have a Tudor-bot anymore doesn't mean you have to stop learning," said Bumblebee, who now wore a small mortarboard cap on his head.

"Right. We can teach you," said Bulkhead adjusting his glasses.

"So, class, today's lesson is regarding…um…well, stuff and how it works. Any questions?" Bumblebee asked.

"Yeah. Why is there no record of my existence?" Sari glumly asked.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked at one another and nodded.

"Okay…a little bit…outside the lesson plan. Professor Bulkhead, your thoughts?" Bumblebee asked.

"…Maybe she came here from another planet in some kinda egg and crashed on Sumdac's doorstep," Bulkhead suggested.

"Mhm. Or…a portal! Could have opened…, and she fell through from another dimension."

"Or maybe she's really a robot!"

"Or Sumdac found her in a cabbage patch."

"Or that stork thing."

"Stop it! Stop it! I can't. It's just. Please. Just leave me alone!" Sari cried and ran off to her room and slammed the door shut.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead looked at each other, unsure what to do now.

Back on the ship, Optimus and Elita managed to climb onto the deck, and Optimus used his axe to carve a hole into the storage chamber.

"My body's not here! We're too late!" Sentinel despaired. Just then, Optimus and Elita were kicked in the head and fell into the boat's storage chamber. They both looked up to see Sentinel's body wearing a headmaster unit. "Oh, there it is."

"Prepare to be schooled lamers!" said Masterson jumping down. He then activated Sentinel's shield, which was now edged with spikes, and slapped Optimus away and into a pile of crates. Elita rushed in, but he quickly spun around, striking her with the shield sending her crashing into the wall.

"Woah, I don't remember my shield ever being that powerful," said Sentinel.

"Well, ya know me, I can't resist the upgrades," Masterson laughed and then turned to Elita. "Though, I have to say I did the new look on your girlfriend."

"I'm not his girlfriend!" Elita shouted.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Optimus shouted at the same time.

"Huh?" said Materson, not looking convinced. "Well, as you both know, I like schooling a bunch of lamers."

"And you know me, Masterson," said Optimus picking himself up and drawing out his axe. "I can't resist kicking your skid plate!"

He then slammed his axe down upon him, which he quickly blocked with his shield.

"Oh, tough talk, fire truck," said Masterson. "Well, guess what? You two are about to get flayed!"

Then Masterson pulled out Sentinel's lands and swung it at Optimus, but Elita jumped in and blocked it with her blades.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Elita smiled and then kicked him back.

Optimus then took this opportunity to swing his axe, but Masterson blocked and countered, knocking the axe out of his hand and through the roof's hole.

"Yes! I am so leet!" Masterson cheered.

"Yeah? Well, I have no idea what that means!" said Optimus.

Then he rammed his shoulder into Masterson, wrapped his arms around his waist, and then ran him into a wall. He then started punching Masterson relentlessly. Elita then moved in, plunging her blade into Sentinel's body and began downloading his abilities while injecting her cyber venom at the same time.

Sentinel sadly felt every single hit. "Ow! Oh! Gah! Doh! You two are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Both Optimus and Blackarachnia merely smiled.

Masterson took advantage of this distraction, knocked Elita back with his shield and then tackled Optimus and then started to press the shield down against his face. Optimus did all he could to keep the spikes from slashing their faces. He then grabbed Masterson's elbow and forearm and kicked him, causing him to rip his arm off.

"You…you ripped my arm off…" Sentinel gasped.

"It was trying to jam shield spikes into my face!" Optimus defended.

Elita moved in with her shield and lance, which she downloaded earlier from Sentinel's body.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she said and charged at Masterson.

"Yo, angry chick! Chill! Please?" Masterson pleaded.

Elita then continuously slapped and slashed at the helpless Masterson with her shield. She then spun around with one good swing of her lance sliced off the headmaster unit from Sentinel's body. The moment the Headmaster hit the ground, it immediately transformed into robot mode.

"Later, noobs! The Headmaster's gotta bounce!" said Masterson, then started to run away.

Optimus looked at Sentinel and kicked him into Masterson, knocking him to the ground.

"You kicked me! On purpose!" Sentinel barked.

"You're not bouncing anywhere, Masterson," said Optimus picking him up. "Except back to prison."

Masterson just stared at him, horrified at the prospect.

A few moments later, Elita was able to reattach Sentinel's head to his body, and they had also contacted Fanzone, who was now putting the Masterson.

"Yo, two things, law-dog, first I do not sound like a ma'am. And second: if you think you're laying down the rules, you'd best conversant with my boss… him," said Masterson to Fanzone and pointed as Powell's limo rolled onto the docks. Powell then stepped out.

"Captain Fanzone, I suggest you release my employee," Powell suggested.

"I don't think so, Mr Powell," Fanzone replied.

"And you're holding him on what charges? Destruction of property? The ship belongs to Sumdac Systems. Assault? Since when do aliens have rights? Plus, didn't the alleged incident occur in international waters between the US and Canada? A little out of your jurisdiction, wouldn't you agree, captain? So why don't you just work it out with the Mounties and let me know?"

Reluctantly Fanzone had no choice but to release Masterson. Of course, that didn't stop him from growling and mumbling to himself as Masterson and Powell drove away in the limo.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead were about to knock on Sari's door when Prowl and Moonracer stopped them.

"Haven't you two done enough damage already?" Prowl asked.

"All we wanted to do is make her happy," Bulkhead explained.

"But all we did is make things worse," Bumblebee sighed.

"Look, Elita went through the same thing when she became techno-organic. Optimus decided to give her space and waited for her to reach out before doing anything," said Moonracer. "Maybe you guys should think about doing the same."

Then both she and Prowl walked away.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead nodded, slowly opened the door and walked inside. Sari was lying on her tire bed, staring at the ceiling.

"What do you guys want?" she muttered, then sat up.

"Nothing," Bumblebee said.

"We just wanna know if you're okay," Bulkhead weakly smiled.

"Okay?" she repeated. "If I'm…okay? My dad is missing. I lost control of his company! That Powell guy is gonna ruin everything good he worked for! I've been kicked out of the only home I've ever known! AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I EXIST! AND YOU THINK I'M OKAY?"

She then broke into tears and sobs. Bumblebee picked her up.

"Aww, her eyes are leaking," said Bulkhead.

"You let them leak as much as you need to. We're here, and you're safe," Bumblebee consoled. "So whatever it is, you can always talk to us. We'll listen."

Sari stopped crying. "Thank you."

Optimus, Elita and Sentinel were standing in front of Ultra Magnus on the Steelhaven.

"I want to know Sentinel Prime. What are these rumours about you losing your head?" Ultra Magnus asked.

Sentinel Prime stood there shaking like gelatin.

Optimus then stepped forward. "If I may, commander. Sentinel Prime bravely used himself as bait to draw out the Headmaster out into the open so where we could capture him and destroy his secret lab."

"And it wasn't easy, I can tell you," said Elita as Sentinel nodded furiously.

"Good work, all of you," said Ultra Magnus. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must confer with Cybertron Command on a matter of great importance."

He then walked away.

The three of them then made their way down the hallway.

"Sorry again if I presumed to speak for you again, Sentinel," said Optimus.

"Uh, Optimus… Elita… there's something I need to say… thank you," Sentinel choked.

"Wow. That must've hurt," said Optimus.

"More than you'll know." Sentinel, Elita and Optimus put their hands together. "It's just nice to have the old team together." Then he looked at Elita. "Even if one of us has changed."