Once the files had been downloaded into the Autobot's super-computer, General Sanchez began his briefing.
"I'm not going to lie to you aliens about the beginnings of this weapon," Sanchez began. "The nature of the weapon occurred when the government began to juggle around the idea of your deaths. We called it Operation Armageddon."
On the screen, a computer generated video began. It had several legions of Vechicons marching in perfect formation through a populated city.
"The CIA began to formulate a plan of action. It was the worst-case scenario. The only way we could hope to win, should you fall, was if we managed one enormous, or several large concentrated against the heads of the Decepticon army. Thus, the E –bomb was born."
Sanchez turned to the scientist behind him who was still in awe of the Autobots. "Rodgers!"
The scientist, Rodgers, jumped. "What? Oh, yes. Yes!" He straightened, and taking a remote from Sanchez, took over the briefing.
"In the creation of the E-bomb, we took the knowledge gained from study of your kind and utilized it in the hopeful destruction of Decepticons. Namely, the use of en-"
"And Autobots," interrupted Ratchet.
Rodgers' Adam's apple bobbed in his thin throat. "Wha-what?"
"I am more than willing," said Ratchet in a dark tone. "To believe that in the event that we did defeat the Decepticons and end the war, that this…E-bomb, would be doing more than just sitting in some dark warehouse. Why, I bet my spark that less than five minutes after the war, that bomb would be falling straight on our-"
"Ratchet." Optimus interrupted firmly. He nodded at Rodgers curtly. "Continue."
Rodgers' throat bobbed up and down for several moments as he struggled to maintain his composure. With more effort than it seemed his small frame could contain, Rodgers managed to not cower in a ball and instead continued.
"Ah, y-yes, of course. The, eh, E-bomb was created using knowledge gained about your fuel, the substance known as energon."
On the screen, a chunk of 3-D energon floated around.
"From our studies of energon, we were able to replicate the process used in the development of liquid energon, which was then-"
Bulkhead interrupted. "How the frag did you fleshies get your hands on enough energon to do what you're saying this bomb will do?"
Sanchez stepped forward then, and shot Bulkhead an oily smirk. "Why, we mined it, of course."
Ratchet scowled. "Of all the insults, this is a great one! How dare you-"
Rodgers puffed out his chest indignantly. "Now wait a minute! This was energon mined from our soil, our land, our planet!"
Arcee joined in. "The planet that is under our protection! It is our life blood, our food-"
"AND THIS IS OUR HOME!" roared Sanchez.
Before any of the Bots could reply, a weak voice spoke out.
"It's their home too."
Everyone turned to the medical bay where a dark-haired teenager was struggling to prop himself up.
Jack Darby had awoken.