A grey mech with satellite dishes on his shoulders was sitting in front of the desk in a new studio.

"This is Uplink with the Cybertron New Network," he said. "Our top story today has to be the capture of Megatron. Now, if you bots are asking who captured this dangerous criminal, I have to ask where you been hiding all solar cycle?"

He then produced videos of Optimus and his crew's battle on Earth that were clearly from Moonracer's camera feed.

"Thanks to the efforts of our very own Moonracer, we managed to get this exclusive footage of the battle. As you can see, this battle took place on an organic world called Earth, where Optimus Prime and his maintenance crew did battle with the Decepticons, including Megatron himself. The most recent battle included clones of Omega Supreme, which was long thought to be taken offline and melted down for spare parts.

However, not only was Megatron captured, but many of his lieutenants had also been apprehended, including the Decepticon double agent Shockwave, who had been responsible for the attack on Ultra Magnus. Also more astonishing was the fact they were able to recover the AllSpark, the source of all life on Cybertron, as well as a number of protoforms that had been taken during the Great War. We asked earlier Alpha Trio, the head of the Civilian Guild, about what will happen to these precious resources."

Alpha Trio then appeared on the monitor. "The High Council have entrusted these resources of the next generation of Autobots to their former guardians… the Cyber Ninja Corp led by sensei Dai Atlas."

"However, Acting Magnus Sentinel Prime had this to say regarding the decision," said Uplink.

The image then turned to Sentinel Prime. "I do question the Council's decision to put the future of Cybertron in the servos of a bunch of superstitious crankcases."

"However, interviews with Autobots on the street have expressed concern about an ancient doomsday weapon roaming freely. Additionally, amongst Optimus Prime's crew are a pair of techno-organics, one of whom is a native of the organic planet that Optimus Prime and his crew crashed on. However, we have been assured that these techno-organics pose no threat to Autobots and, in fact, played a key role in the defeat of Megatron.

"Regardless of how you look, it is clear to every bot that Optimus Prime has given the Autobots the single most important victory since the Great War. In fact, public support for Optimus to take over as Magnus is spreading through the streets. To ask about this overwhelming support for Optimus Prime taking over as Magnus, I've invited our current Magnus to ask his opinion."

Sentinel then appeared on the monitor in a live interview. "It's nice to be on the show."

"It's nice having you here, Sentinel Prime, but you excuse me if I want to cut to the chase," said Uplink. "What do you think about this overwhelming support of Optimus Prime takeover for you?"

"Now, we shouldn't go completely overboard about who should take over as Magnus; after all, I have caught my share of cons myself," said Sentinel. "It's one thing to catch them. It's quite another to keep them caught."

"And I remember the understanding that to keep them caught, you have sent Megatron as well as old Decepticon prisoners to the highly secure Trypticon Prison within the former Decepticon capital Kaon. What was your reasoning for taking these captive Decepticon in their own former capital city."

Sentinel scoffed. "It's not enough to defeat the enemy; you have to break his spirit. Sure Optimus, his maintenance bots caught a lucky break here, but we can never forget that we are still at war. I can also safely say that my Elite Guard forces have cut off the Decepticons' main Engergon supply. A starving enemy is a weak enemy."

"But what you say of those of the opinion that a starving enemy equals a desperate enemy with nothing to lose."

Sentinel looked directly into the camera and smiled. "Bring it on."

"Thank you for your time Sentinel Prime," said Uplink on the screen went blank. "Sadly, every war has its casualties as a member of Optimus Prime's crew sacrificed himself to give us this victory. I am, of course, talking about the cyber ninja Prowl."

At the cyber ninja dojo, Optimus and his crew were taking part in a memorial service along with the Cyber Ninja Corp. Jazz was presiding over the ceremony while Moonracer videoed everything with her camera.

"Prowl's shell may be offline, but his spark still grooves with us, and that ain't no jive," said Jazz as everyone lowered their heads solemnly. "His spark is in tight with the AllSpark itself, and thanks to Prowl, some solar cycle, some brand spanking new Autobots will get to make the scene from these protoforms we strong from the Cons."

Arcee stared longingly at the recovered protoforms. "In the meantime, I'm just a teaching unit with no young bots to teach."

Sari then turned to Arcee. "You could teach me. I've got a lot to learn about my Cybertronian half."

"From protoform, this shell sparked," Jazz declared. "And to protoform, it shall return."

Prowl's lifeless shell was then lowered into a forge, where it was melted down into a new protoform. From there, it then joined the rows of protoforms in the vault of the dojo.

Once the ceremony was complete, a distracted Sentinel saunters in.

"So, what did I mess?" he asked.

"Everything," said Optimus.

"As usual," Ratchet muttered under his breath.

"You could have shown a bit more respect by showing up on time, especially considering Prowl ones rescued your skid plate," Elita glared.

"Need I remind you that I have a lot of responsibilities as Magnus," Sentinel pointed out. "I don't have time to pay tribute to every glitch detailed jockey that goes offline." It was then that he noticed Moonracer's camera floating above and had no doubt caught everyone's insensitive words. "Which is why I make it a point to attend a memorial for great Cybertronian heroes like Prowow!"

"That's Prowl," Optimus corrected.

"Why? What did I say?"

Moments later, Sentinel pulled both Optimus and Jazz aside away from Moonracer's camera.

"I get it," he whispered. "You bots of the greatest thing that hit Cybertron since cubed Energon, butsome of us haven't forgotten how some bots deserted my side." He then glared at Jazz.

"Then dig this," said Jazz ripping off his Elite Guard stripes and handing them over to Sentinel. "I splits vil on the Elite Guard. From now on, I'm strong in a full-time cyber ninja gig."

"Fine," Sentinel replied, looking immensely annoyed. "Since one the matter of returning things…" He then turned to Optimus. "How about handing over the hammer to its rightful owner?"

"I was planning to do just that," Optimus assured him.

Sentinel then raised his hand, expecting Optimus to give him the hammer, but Optimus then walked away with the hammer in tow.

"In fact, I'm on my way to see Ultra Magnus right now."

Sentinel just looked at him dumbfounded and lost for words.

Optimus, along with Elita, had made their way to Cybertron infirmary and entered Ultra Magnus' medical ward. Ultra Magnus was still linked to spark support, but he had regained consciousness and by his side were Alpha Trion and Preceptor, who was monitoring his vitals.

Preceptor saw them enter and quickly approached. "We've done everything we could, but the damage is too extensive. I'm afraid he does not have long to remain online."

Ultra Magnus saw Optimus, and a small smile appeared on his face plate. "Optimus Prime, come here."

Optimus approached him, still holding the Magnus Hammer. "I had planned to hand this back to you."

Ultra Magnus gave a small chuckle as he took the hammer. "I have asked for both Alpha Trion and preceptor here for an emergency meeting with the High Council."

"But why is Sentinel not here?" Optimus asked.

"Because this discussion is about who to succeed me as Magnus. Sentinel Prime does have the Elite Guard experience, but the council must also take other factors into consideration. Cybertron needs a leader that can inspire all Cybertronian and guidance into the future."

"Yeah, that's definitely not Sentinel," said Elita folding her arms. "So far, every single one of his decisions has been the wrong ones is more or less split Cybertron in two."

"Elita," Optimus warned.

"No, Elita-1 is correct," said Ultra Magnus and looked at Optimus. "Optimus Prime, I once told you that being a hero wasn't in your programming. I've never been so pleased to be wrong. Recent events have proven that you don't need to try to be a hero; you are a hero. A hero that I would be proud to name as my successor."

Ultra Magnus then handed Optimus back the Magnus Hammer. "I fear I will be needing this anymore, but I suspect you will."

Optimus looked at the hammer into Ultra Magnus, lost for words. "But not trying to be a hero; I'm just a bot doing his job."

"Humility…" Ultra Magnus smiled. "…something that would be refreshing to stay in a Magnus."

Ultra Magnus' optics then went dim, and his readout flat lines. Just a few seconds later, his shell turned grey, indicating that his spark had been distinguished.

Everyone in the room remained silent until Optimus looked up at Alpha Trion and Preceptor.

"Councillors, despite what Ultra Magnus said, I don't feel ready to be Magnus just yet," he said.

"You may have the hammer, but that does not make you Magnus, at least not yet," said Alpha Trion. "Who will stand as Magnus is up to the Council, but the will of all Autobots will waive heavily on that decision."

Unbeknownst to them, Sentinel had been eavesdropping the entire time in the corridor.

"Not if I have anything to do with it," he muttered ominously.

Ratchet was quite excited as today was the reopening of his favourite oil house Maccadam's, and he was bringing Arcee along.

"Maccadam's is finally reopened; it should be a crime that they had to close the place in the first place," said Ratchet.

Arcee, on the other hand, was not as enthusiastic. "Ratchet, don't take this the wrong way, but it's not the kind of establishment that a teaching unit would frequent."

"I admit the clientele can be a lively bunch, but their all gentle bots," he assured her.

They entered Maccadam's, and the first thing that hit them was the loud noise of all the Autobots. Optimus and the rest of their crew were sitting at the table, and Optimus was getting swamped by admirers offering to buy him a drink.

"And the bots at boot camp didn't think we would amount to much," said Bumblebee as he absorbed the adulation from their admirers.

"Cool it down, little buddy," said Bulkhead.

"And these you guys are having fun," Sari muttered as she floated next to them on her jet pack. "Part, you guys, the other Autobots give me a wide berth, and I have to avoid getting stepped on. I mean, I need my jet pack to stay eye-level with you guys. Plus, I'm not really an oil drinker. How I wish there was a Burger Bot right now."

Sitting at the opposite table was Sentinel with Jetfire and Jetstorm, and he was fuming with all the attention Optimus was getting.

Ratchet and Arcee sat down at the table and tried to have a civil conversation that was nigh on impossible with all the rockets going on.

Elita looked at Optimus. "So, are you planning to run for Magnus?"

Optimus looked at his drink of oil. "I don't feel as if I can take that responsibility."

Elita placed herself over his. "Optimus, you would make a fine Magnus and Sentinel only got his position because of you. Honestly, I just don't understand why you have to keep covering him; I mean, he has improved in the slightest."

"She's not wrong, and there's a rumour flying that you're being named Magnus," Moonracer added.

"Ultra Magnus may have been named as the successor, but Alpha Trion was quite firm that the decision would fall upon the High Council," Optimus pointed out.

"Maybe, but after the mess Sentinel has made since he became Acting Magnus, I think many Autobots want someone else in charge."

Sentinel had been listening to the conversation and had finally had enough; he rose to his feet and marched up to them. "I did what was necessary in order to hunt down a Decepticon spy, and I won't apologise for it. Also, I can't believe that Ultra Magnus left you the Magnus Hammer, the symbol of the office, despite the fact that you are not Magnus."

"Yet," Elita muttered under her breath.

Optimus rose to his feet and tried to calm Sentinel down. "Sentinel, I have no desire to but to be Magnus, but this is a decision for the High Council, and we must respect their decision whatever the outcome may be."

"Too Optimus Magnus!" said an over-energised Bumblebee raising his tankard of oil. "The best Autobots that came online ever!"

Many of the Autobots cheered as well, which only aggravated Sentinel even more, who moved in towards Bumblebee and looked as if he was about to strangle him.

Optimus quickly jumped in front of Sentinel, blocking his path. "Sentinel, calm down and just the oil talking."

"You dare stop me, the Acting Magnus!" Sentinel roared and turned his nearby Autobot shock troopers. "Arrest him!"

Naturally, many of the Autobots in the oil house stood up against this hostility resulting in a bar fight. Optimus quickly jumped in to restore order along with Elita and Moonracer.

An Autobot shock trooper was then sent flying and crashed into Ratchet and Arcee's table.

"Gentle bots?" said Arcee archly to Ratchet.

Ratchet could only give an awkward smile.

"This mob is going to test Sentinel apart," said Elita as he fired some webbing to restrain an Autobot.

"Then we're going to have to take him somewhere where they can't reach him," said Optimus and immediately activated his jet back.

He immediately flew over to Sentinel, who was using his shield to fend off a mob of Autobots and then grabbed him.

"Optimus, what are you doing?" Sentinel demanded.

"Saving your skid plate," said Optimus and lifted them into the air where the Autobots couldn't reach.

"Get your servos off me this instant!"

"You really want me to drop you in the middle of that?" Optimus asked, gesturing to the angry mob below them that were extending their servos to grab Sentinel.

Sentinel then chose to remain quiet, which was probably the smartest thing he'd done all solar cycle.

"Yesterday, there was a barroom brawl at the reopening of Maccadam's Oil House," said Uplink. "Information of the incident is unclear, but fortunately, we had a reporter on the scene. Care to tell us what happened, Moonracer."

Moonracer then appeared on the screen just behind Maccadam's, which was closed again. "Well, some over-energised Autobots were declaring their support for Optimist for Magnus and Sentinel Prime took offence to that. He tried to have the bots arrested, but Optimus stepped in and insisted they had no idea what they were talking about, and then Sentinel Prime tried to arrest him for obstruction of justice."

"I also getting reports that Optimus Prime saved Sentinel Prime by lifting him up into the air?" Uplink asked.

"That's right, he used his jet pack to lift Sentinel Prime up to the ceiling where the mob can get their servos on him."

Uplink then turned to the main camera. "As a reporter, I meant to be impartial when it comes to politics, but it is clear to every bot that it was Sentinel Prime's abuse of power that led to this brawl. I should also point out that will Optimus Prime has been nominated to take over as Magnus. He has not been officiated yet, but I do urge all bots on Cybertron to make a sound judgement on who should take over as Magnus."

Sentinel then smashed the monitor with his lance. "I need to get this straightened out for a get out of hand!"

Arcee was busy in a classroom organising materials for Sari's Cybertronian education and was rather excited about it.

Ratchet then entered the classroom, holding a pair of energy swords. "I wanted to apologise for the disastrous night at Maccadam's, and I made these an apology." Arcee took the blades and looked at Ratchet, who rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I was trying to make laser pointers for your lectures, but I think I got a little carried away."

"I think it very thoughtful of you and sweet," Arcee smiled.

"I-I was thinking that p-perhaps we can try again to have a night out together," Ratchet stammered. "Somewhere this time?"

"I'd like that."

Then before Ratchet could say another word, Ironhide rolled up and transformed into robot mode.

"Sorry for the interruption, sir, but Acting Magnus Sentinel Prime has demanded your presence at the Metroplex right away, sir!" Ironhide saluted.

"What is that glitch head want now?" Ratchet grumbled.

Ratchet arrived at the Metroplex in the former Project Omega lab, and he wasn't alone. Standing there was Preceptor, his assistant Wheeljack and Red Alert.

"Don't suppose you know what's going on?" Ratchet asked.

"Sentinel Prime has demanded our presence on a secret project, but I have no idea what he wants," said Preceptor.

"Can't be anything good if we chose to use this old lab," Ratchet muttered.

Red Alert looked confused. "Did something bad happen here?"

"This is where Omega Supreme was built; after the war, the lab was defunct, and all traces of Project Omega workers wiped from the databases," Wheeljack explained.

"No one wanted to admit that we created a living doomsday weapon," Ratchet grumbled.

Sentinel then entered the lab. "I have summoned the best minds and Cybertron for this top-secret project, and I expect all of you to keep your trap shut." He glared at Ratchet when he said that but then continued. "I want you to build a suit of armour that will inspire the respect and awe of Decepticon and Autobot alike. Oh, and it has to fly."

"Somebody is feeling a little inadequate," Ratchet muttered under his breath. "Classic case of hammer envy."

"I will do but all and necessary power to Project Powermaster," said Sentinel. "Now get cracking. I expect results in a deca-cycle!"

Sentinel then left without saying a single word.

"Then maybe while we're at it, we can turn water into Energon," Ratchet grumbled.

Meanwhile, Arcee had started Sari's first lesson and had even brought in a sample protoform.

"Now protoforms are moulded into shells and are infused with the spark of light from the AllSpark," Arcee lectured.

Sari just sat there looking completely bored. "I never thought I'd say this, but I missed Tutor Bot."

Arcee then smacked her laser pointer sword at Sari's deck. "Care to share your comments with the rest of the class?"

Sari looked around and looked back at Arcee. "I am the rest of the class."

Fortunately for Sari, Bumblebee and Bulkhead entered the classroom.

"Figures that you needed a fuel break with your favourite fuel," said Bumblebee handing her a bag filled with Burger Bot burgers.

Sari's eyes lit up when she saw the burger and looked up at Bumblebee, amazed. "How did you?"

"Oh, Bulkhead was able to pull a few strings at the Space Bridge Nexus and Presto… transwarp take-out straight from Earth."

"And while I was there, I was able to install a subspace tachyon transmitter on top of Sumdac Tower," Bulkhead added.

"Why does Sumdac Tower need a subspace transmitter?" Sari asked as she ate her burger.

As if on cue, Professor Sumdac appeared on the monitor. "Hello, Sari."

"Daddy!" Sari beamed. "How are things on Earth."

"I've been rather busy examining the strange crystallised formations that have appeared all of Detroit," said Professor Sumdac.

"What kind of crystallised formations?" Bulkhead asked curiously.

"I've got a sample right here," said Professor Sumdac and showed them a small blue crystal.

Bulkhead's optics widened. "That's raw, Energon!"

"How do you know?" Sari asked, finishing her burger.

"I grew up on the Energon farms, and I saw enough of this stuff growing there to know. What I don't know is why it suddenly started to form on Earth."

"A chemical reaction from the AllSpark shield Prowl made when we last fought Megatron," Sari answered knowingly.

Everyone stared at her, somewhat perplexed; even Sari looked stunned.

"Sari, it would seem all those lessons have paid off," said Arcee beaming. "It would seem you have an intuitive understanding of Cybertronian geology."

"Must be the protoform in me," Sari shrugged. She then made her way to the sample protoform and looked at her father. "Speaking of which, Dad. Does this look like my baby pictures?"

Professor Sumdac looked at the protoform and frowned. "That's a protoform? Are they all that big? The one I found in my lab was human size."

"That's impossible," Arcee insisted. "All protoforms are uniform size."

Sari immediately looked concerned. "Then what am I? I thought I came from the Nemesis like the rest of the protoforms."

"Don't worry, Sari, we'll find the answers for you," Bumblebee encouragingly.

"But where do we start?" Sari asked.

"Well, the AllSpark seems to respond to you. Maybe we should ask it?"

In no time, they made their way to the cyber ninja dojo, where the AllSpark had been moved too. Sari and Bumblebee arrived, been escorted by both Optimus and Elita.

"Are you sure it will give me the answers I'm looking for?" Sari asked.

"To say, but it can't hurt, can it?" said Bumblebee.

"Actually, it can," said Elita, who had unpleasant memories of being blasted by the AllSpark when it had been temporarily in the servos of Megatron.

"I would also like to ask you a few questions," said Optimus. "Like why did it reveal itself to us, and why did it transport us to Earth?"

Jazz then began to escort them to the AllSpark, which was housed in a very secure vault.

"Thanks for letting us in, Jazz," said Optimus.

"Anything for the big brass top cat," Jazz smiled as he unlocked the vault with processor-over-matter.

"I'm not top anything yet," Optimus insisted.

"Don't sell yourself short, big bot," said Bumblebee giving him a friendly nudge. "In case you haven't noticed, your name opens doors."

"And Cybertron definitely deserves someone better than Sentinel at the helm," Elita added.

They entered the vault where the AllSpark sat there on a podium surrounded by protoforms.

Sari felt a little nervous. "I don't know what to ask it. I mean, I'm in my previous conversations with it haven't exactly been wordy."

Suddenly there was a beam of light, and then, much to their astonishment, they saw floating before them was an image of Prowl.

"Prowl?" Optimus stared. "How is this possible?"

"I am one with the AllSpark, as all Cybertronians when they go offline," said Prowl. "However, I managed to achieve that enlightenment that allowed me to maintain my individuality within the AllSpark. It is how I am speaking to you now."

"Dang, that's so wild," said Jazz.

Prowl then turned to Sair. "You should not be looking to the past to find your future. "Once, you carried a key, and now you are the key. The key to the future of Cybertron and Earth."

"But I don't care about any of that; I want to know where I came from," said Sari pleadingly. "I want to know who I am. What am I? Can't you make the AllSpark tell me?"

"I cannot control the AllSpark; I'm merely a part of it fulfilling its will," Prowl explained.

"So what is its will? What does it want?" Sari asked.

"What the AllSpark always wanted and what it will always want… life."

Optimus then stepped forward. "But why did it reveal itself to us? Why did it send as the other side of the galaxy to an organic planet?"

"That I cannot say, but all those that touch it are part of a grand design whether they are Autobot or Decepticon," said Prowl. "However, it wishes to warn you that the fate of Cybertron and all life on Earth hangs on the decisions you and your crew will make in the coming solar cycles. Also that the fight between good and evil is far from over."

Prowl then vanished into thin air.

"What was that about?" Bumblebee asked.

"I don't know, but I don't like it," said Optimus.

Meanwhile, on the streets of Icon, Sentinel could see giant billboards plastered with images of Optimus carrying the Magnus Hammer. He was walking through the streets with Cliffjumper by his side.

"Look, Cliffjumper, I want you to deceive you can't find any incriminating and Optimus," said Sentinel.

Cliffjumper stopped and looked at him incredulously. "Let me get this straight, you wish for me to waste Autobot Intel resources to incriminate Cybertron's greatest hero just to make you look good."

"It's not about me looking good. It's about making him one worse."

"And it's still not part of my job."

"Not an official part of your job," Sentinel countered. "That's why I'm asking you here outside the Metroplex. Not as your superior, but as your friend."

Cliffjumper narrowed his optics and walked away. "You're neither, and as far as I'm concerned, this conversation never happened."

"Don't you dare walk away from me!" Sentinel roared, but Cliffjumper ignored him. "Fine, who needs you! I'll do it myself as usual."

Meanwhile, Bulkhead had returned to his home on the Energon farm on Cybertron's moon with a sample of the raw Energon that Professor Sumdac sent over. It was clear from that it would much healthier than the withered crystallised formations growing in the fields.

He handed it over to Trac-Tor, a grizzled old farmer bot, who was chewing a piece of wire in his mouth. "The sandwich abroad is 10 times more potent than more Cybertronian Energon. Unfortunately, it has organic components in it. We can't grow it here. Too bad though…" He mused as he looked at the withered crystallised formations around them. "…crops getting worse every solar cycle. I tell you this, though, whether controls this supply will control the future of Cybertron."

Sentinel was currently in his office within Fortress Maximus when Jetfire and Jetstorm arrived with Bumblebee.

"Why do you wish to talk to me?" Bumblebee asked nervously.

"I wish to talk about the future of Cybertron," said Sentinel. "But mostly, I'm talking about your future… in the Elite Guard. We need heroes like you, I need heroes like you, and lucky for you, I need some bot to replace Jazz."

Bumblebee was taken aback; joining the Elite Guard was always his dream, but this was Sentinel offering the position. "What's the catch?"

Sentinel smiled, holding out an Elite Guard insignia tantalising to Bumblebee. "All I'm merely asking is a public endorsement of me as Magnus."

Bumblebee's faceplate fell. "I don't think I can betray Optimus like that."

"Don't think it as betraying Optimus," Sentinel asserted. "Think of it as securing your destiny."

Sentinel looked at the Elite Guard stripes and looked back at Sentinel. "Can I think about it?"

"Absolutely, you have one solar cycle."

Bumblebee then left the office, and Jetfire and Jetstorm turned to Sentinel.

"Sentinel Prime, sir, why are you resorting to bribery full endorsements?" they asked in unison.

"This is war, and I doing what has to be done," said Sentinel strictly. "But it's still not enough; I still need some bot to shadow Optimus and dig up some dirt on him."

"We'll be happy to do it, Sentinel Prime, sir!" the twins said eagerly.

"Don't be ridiculous; you two are obviously in my camp!" said Sentinel. "No, I need somebot anonymous… somebot you never notice… somebot who just fades into the background and doesn't call attention to himself."

The doors of his office then opened, and Ironhide entered. "Sentinel Prime, sir! I have an important message!"

Sentinel looked at Ironhide and smiled. "I think I just found my somebot."

"Sir, I'm here to report that there is Decepticon activity moving towards Cybertron from the galactic rim!"

Sentinel didn't seem to listen to the report as he was more fixated on his own plan. "Your timing couldn't be any more perfect, soldier. I have a new assignment for you as Optimus Prime's shellguard."

Ironhide blinked. "Uh, why?"

"A great hero like Optimus has many enemies, and we can't afford to lose our greatest hero," Sentinel explained. "I want you to stick by him like a space barnacle and report everything he observes, and when I mean everything, I mean everything."

Back on the Energon farm, Bulkhead was relaxing, enjoying the peace and quiet.

"Ahh, I forgot how peaceful and quiet things are and the farm compared to the hustle and bustle of Cybertron," Bulkhead sighed.

Sadly the peace and quiet were immediately shattered as Bulkhead saw several Decepticons heading straight towards.