The figure pulled Sari into the darkness while covering her mouth from screaming. But she managed to struggled out of it's grip and fell onto the damp, dirty ground. "What's the big idea?" "Is that anyway to thank a bot for saving your life?" "Wait a minute, I recognize that obnoxious voice." The mysterious giant was..."Sentinel Prime?! I never thought I would say this but I'm really glad to see you!" "Will you keep it down?! They'll hear you!" He whispered in a harsh and firm tone. "Who are they?" "I'll explain on the way. We've got to move, now!" One of the crystal gladiators was hovering above them, still searching. Sentinel transformed into his auto mode and opened the door. "Get in, hurry!" Sari hopped in and shut the door with a slam. The crystal gladiator spotted them. "Hang on!" His tires made a screeching noise as he drove away at 150 miles per hour. "Um, I hate to be a backseat driver but...that thing is on our tail!" "Don't worry, I'll lose it." He fired up his engine and blasted at full speed. Sentinel also used some maneuvers he learned from his solar cycles at the Autobot Academy to confuse the gladiator. He swerved left to right like crazy. It tried to keep up but accidentally smashed itself into a low bridge. "We're safe." "Look out! Up ahead!" She screamed. More of the crystal gladiators created a robot wall to block them. "Hang on again!" He put even more speed and rammed them over. "Okay, now we're safe." "Good, oh by the way, what are they?!" "Those were Trackers and they are here for you." "Why?" "Now is not the time, the skies have receptors!"
They have traveled for hours until they have reached their destination. "Here we are." "The old, abandoned Detroit Airport?" "Yep, it's the last place the Trackers would ever look. Come on." Sari followed Sentinel Prime to an airport hanger. Inside, she saw the Elite Guard ship slightly tattered and torn. "What happened here? Did the Elite Guard budget cut back on the repair supplies or something?" "I wish." Jazz stepped forward along with Jet Storm at his side. "Oh good, you cool cats made it." "We thought ze Trackers got you for sure." "Okay! Will some bot tell me what is going on here?! Why am I here? Why are those Trackers after me? And most importantly, what happened to my friends?!" "Sentinel didn't tell her?" "Tell me what?" "Jazz, bring out the archive." Jazz pulled out a dark blue laptop from his compartment and opened it. It projected a large hologram of Cybertrobian hieroglyphics. "Behold young one, for you are about to be told the long forgotten Cybertrobian Prophecy." He said in a deep tone. "Jazz, what was that?" Sentinel asked. "What? I was being dramatic." "Just tell her will you?" "Fine, it was many star cycles ago, before there were Autobots and Decepticons, all Cybertrobians fought one enemy…Unicron." "Unicron?" "A planet that devours any robotic world." "It almost destroyed Cybertron." Jet Storm said in a panicked tone. "Do you mind?" "Sorry Jazz." "Where was I? Oh yes, the Trackers are Unicron's army that destroys any bot that tries to interfere. But the Cybertrobians didn't give up. They kept on fighting." "So then what happened?" "During the battle, the Cybertrobians discovered that Unicron has a weakness, light. They sacrificed themselves by using their sparks to drive Unicron away. Even though they have won the battle, many went offline." "Whoa, so, all Autobots and Decepticons used to work together? Unbelievable!" "Tell me about it, I was shocked when I first heard about it too." Jazz continued with the story, "But the Council believed that Unicron may return. They used the power of the all-spark to create a weapon called the Nova Blade, should ever that solar cycle come." The laptop projected an image of a crystal sword illuminating a fire-like glow. "And that day has come! Unicron has returned! It attacked Cliffjumper's ship and ours! It even took my brother!" "Why don't you guys use the Nova Blade to save him?" She asked, looking at Sentinel, "Because we don't have it and even if we did it won't be any use to us." Then she looked at Jazz,"According to the Prophecy, the Elders encrypted a code on the blade so only the chosen one can use it and hid somewhere in the universe." And then she moved her gaze toward Jet Storm, "The only clue we have to the location of this weapon is this riddle: The Nova Blade is hidden within the Star of Terra." "What does all of this have to do with me?" "Jazz, why don't you tell her? Or better yet show her." The laptop projected another image. Sari gasped in shock. "Because Sari….you are the chosen one." It was an image of a Cybertrobian that looks like Sari.