Previously...

"'Two worlds colliding, only one survives.' Your words exactly. Only lecture time is over. You were born for this. This is the latest image of an alien world coming here." Burton held up photos of a metallic planet designated as Quintesson. "And we're all that stand in its way. So you'd better find that staff quickly."

Outside, the sound of rumbling vehicles could be heard approaching the castle, all of them being black unmarked vehicles, and and with a familiar badging on the doors. Elita, Bumblebee, and Hotrod can see them approaching fast.

"MI6 and TRF are here!" Cogman yelled out, running into the room.

"Let's move and fast!" Braedey announced as they began to leave. "Bee, Hotrod, Elita. Get ready to roll out!" He called on Comms.

"Here we go again..." Wheelie muttered.


Soon enough, everyone had rushed off outside of the castle, just as they saw a convoy of black vans and unmarked vehicles coming up towards the building.

"The decoy car is ready?" Burton asked to Cogman.

"Hurry along." Cogman urged to them.

An old Transformer, who seems to have the alt-mode of a Spitfire fighter plane, now stepped out in front of Bumblebee, Elita, and Hotrod. "I got him, boys!" The Transformer then tripped over, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh, dear." Elita muttered.

"Hurry! Move! Quick, quick, quick!" Hotrod shouted urgently. Bumblebee immediately transformed into alt-mode, with Braedey, Viviane, the Minicons climbing in, as Elita also shifts into her alt-mode. "Get out of here! This weapon will stop the time!" Hotrod aimed and fired a custom blaster, suddenly creating a large bubble form around the MI6, and making them float around slowly as time for them was going slower.

"Thank you, Wheeljack." Elita commented.

"Ha! Einstein would be tickled pink." Cogman laaughrd.

"Let's roll!" Braedey announced.

Bumblebee immediately sped off away from the castle with Hotrod and Elita alongside him, as Cogman now linked up with his Transformer body, shifting into his Aston Martin alt-mode, Burton also climbing aboard, and they followed the Autobots out of the castle forth to London, the groups splitting up for safety and to lure the police and TRF away.

After driving through vigorous traffic in the centre of London, Elita and Bumblebee stop in front of Viviane's house, Bumblebee hitting the brakes hard as they come to a stop, the two humans climbing out of the muscle car.

"Meet you guys around back." Braedey said to the Autobots. "Be ready to roll out on our signal."

"10-4." Bumblebee acknowledged over his radio.

"Better hurry, guys. TRF are not looking happy." Brains replied squeamishly from the back seats.

Viviane immediately opened the door and Braedey follows her inside. "Everybody, this is Braedey. Braedey, this is my family." She introduces him.

Braedey now saw four older women sitting at a table playing poker and look at him. "Hello." They all greet, shocked at how fit and handsome he was.

"Uh, hello." Braedey waved awkwardly. This was not what he expected to run into today.

"Braedey, I'm Marie." Marie extends her hand and Braedey shook it. "Oh my goodness. Hands like rough, old maple." She commented.

"He looks hard as wood." Vivian's grandmother added in.

"Don't touch him." Viviane pleaded to them. "I'm gonna go get changed." She added to Braedey.

Braedey now followed her upstairs. "MI6 and TRF are gonna find us soon, so we'd better find that map or whatever it is that will help us find the staff." He said to her.

"My dad had a lot of stuff." Viviane stated.

Braedey follows her into her father's study and his mouth practically hit the floor at the sheer size of the study. "You've gotta be slagging kidding me. How the hell are we gonna find the location in this fragging library?!" He grunted.

"Look, I don't know where to find this bloody staff." Vivian admitted back.

Braedey grabbed a horse statue. "Maybe it's in this thing. People do stuff like that and put things in mini statutes." Braedey throws it down and smashes it. "Nothing..."

Vivian then started looking behind photographs and pictures on the walls. Braedey pulls some drawers out of desks and he dumps their contents out. Braedey then looks inside a pen box and he pulls out a photo. "'Vivian followed Merlin'. What does that even mean?" He wondered.

Vivian now took out the photo and she looks at it in shock. "My secret cupboard." She walked over and pulls a glass case over, grabbing a book. She opens it to a certain page and pulls a tab off, that reveals a paper. It reads 'H.M.S Alliance - Navy Museum'.

"The Navy Museum. Right! Let's move!" Braedey ordered.

Braedey and Vivian run out as she called Burton. "Navy Museum!" She said on the phone, just as Bumblebee, Elita, and Hotrod pull up.

"Okay, 'Bee. We have to get to the HMS Alliance, ASAP." Braedey informed.

In response, Bumblebee swiftly shifted up another gear, and with a roar of his engine, races through traffic at high speed, Elita and Hotrod hot on their trail.

Hotrod raced up alongside Bumblebee. "Bee, I'm gonna divert the cops!" He called on the Comms, and took off down another street.

"Same here." Elita added, now heading on straight ahead past Bumblebee. "Take care."

Bumblebee immediately pulled right, now speeding down to Central. But as he does so, his scanners picked up something coming towards him and the others. "A Decepticon has been sighted." He informed with a newswoman's voice.

"Decepticon? Where?" Braedey asked urgently.

Brains looked out the left window, and saw an all-too familiar Ford Mustang Police Car racing up on the left from an adjacent street. "Aw, crap! It's Barricade!" He yelled.

Bumblebee made a hard right turn, zooming around the corner, just as Barricade struck a nearby car, sending it flying and hitting the ground with a crunch, but the police car continued on, chasing after the Scout.

"You're mine, bug." Barricade snarled as he shifts up a gear to chase after them. "Dead or dead, you're coming with me!"

"Okay, Bee. You're driving." Braedey lets go of the steering wheel, and Bumblebee started to race down a one-way street, with Barricade right at his side. "Take the wheel."

"No, wait! It's a one-way street!" Viviane cried out, shielding her eyes.

"Bee's driving, not me!" Braedey protested back.

Wheelie groaned. "We're gonna die, and the two of you are fighting like boyfriend and girlfriend!"

"NOT NOW, Wheelie!" Braedey snapped. Several police cars get rammed down the street, allowing Barricade to pull up alongside Bumblebee. Braedey looked over to the police car, then had an idea. "Okay. Keep us steady, Bee!" He called, rolling down the window. "I'm putting this cop on ice!"

At once, Braedey shifted his left arm into a fusion cannon, Viviane's eyes widening as she looks on at this, and Braedey now fired multiple rounds at Barricade. The Decepticon cop was blown off his wheels, forcing him to transform into robot mode, making him call over onto his back, smacking into some parked vehicles nearby.

"Now, that's how you get to the big leagues." Bumblebee remarked over the radio, with Braedey shifting his arm back.

Barricade now slammed into a recycling truck, falling onto his back. "Oh, that hurt." He groaned to himself. He got to his feet, only for a familiar Ford interceptor police car to ram into him, knocking him down again as it drove away. "Police... brutality..."

As this was happening, Elita was now running along some of the roads across London to lure the British police away from Bumblebee. She even performs some unexpected manoeuvres like riding on her two wheels as she goes between two London buses and even driving backwards at speed before spinning herself around and driving forwards. But, as she drove along, her scanners picked up on an unfamiliar presence, and it was coming up fast.

'Strange. This signal... it's not like Energon, but it's something...' Elita now looks back with her wing mirrors, and she could see a Western Star truck driving up and smashing its way through traffic to chase after her. The truck has flames while its form is in teal green and grey, with the windows tinted in dark red, and the chrome shining.

"Optimus...?" Elita was about to say more, but she now could sense something rather sinister and dark emanating from this truck, something ugly and evil. "No... that energy... Dark Energon..." She realised in shock, and she began to accelerate at speed, her driving as fast as she can around the streets and the traffic all around her, the evil Optimus-lookalike chasing on after her with a roar and snarl of its engine, as Motormaster's alt-mode raced into view at the same time. "Oh, scrap."

"Elita, what's your 20?" Braedey's voice called on Comms.

"I'm a little preoccupied with some trouble behind me." Elita replied, sliding around one corner and she powers along, the evil Western Star truck and Motormaster driving through the same intersection but unable to make the turn. "Got two evil trucks chasing after me."

"We're heading for the Royal Navy Museum. The HMS Alliance." Braedey informed next.

"I'm already on the move." Elita acknowledged. She shifts up another gear and powers on ahead, all the while checking around to make sure those trucks don't take her off-guard.


Sure enough, Hotrod met up with Bumblebee, everyone relieved to see each other again as they reach the River Thames. Then, the two cars arrive at the Royal Navy Museum, where the HMS Alliance stands as a museum piece, the next stage of their plan ready to be executed.

HMS Alliance is a Royal Navy A-class, Amphion-class or Acheron-class submarine, the submarine being laid down towards the end of the Second World War and completed in 1947. The submarine is the only surviving example of the class, having been a memorial and museum ship since 1981.

Braedey and Viviane, along with the Minicons and Ravage, immediately climb out of Bumblebee, sprinting off to get to the submarine. The humans and smaller robots ran over to the entrance, all of them jumping over the toll-pay, just as Lord Burton arrived with Cogman in their decoy car, a red McLaren sportscar.

"Hey! You didn't pay!" The kiosk person yelled out to them, but to no avail, as they ran towards the sub.

"It's all right, I've got them!" Burton called out to the kiosk operator, now walking up to the entrance. "They just love submarines." He then joined up with the others, and he started to yell at the tourists in the sub to get them off. "ALL YOU BOYS AND GIRLS! OFF THE SUB NOW!" The tourists immediately disembarked, and Burton shuts the door.

"Man... This is one old vintage submarine." Braedey commented, looking around what was the weapons control room and the inside of the sub. "This old tub is gonna take us to the staff?" He asks incredulously. He then spotted what looks to be a faded Autobot logo emblazoned on the bulkhead of the craft, though it was concealed behind a tarp. "Whoa... This sub is an Autobot?" He looks about.

Burton now looked through the scope and laughed. "The mission's in deep, unexplored waters. It's wonderful! This, the greatest mission of them all, one that I have longed for my entire life. To help turn the tide of human history, you know. Now, alas, I can no longer join you." He sighed sadly and reluctantly.

"But, my lord, you have been waiting for this moment for 71 years." Cogman stated to him.

Burton waved him off. "I know, I know. But I am not of knighthood material, I'm afraid. You have your mission, and I have mine." He turned and said to Braedey.

"Wait. You're not seriously leaving us onboard this 70-year-old Autobot sub with your four-foot tall psychopath alongside us?" Braedey asked back incredulously to him, pointing over at Cogman.

"I prefer the word, 'sociopath'." Cogman clarified, Braedey glaring back at him to 'shut up'.

"Mr. Martin, everything that you've ever done in your life, your pain and suffering, the loss of your parents, wife, and Autobot friends, and separation from your daughter, it's all been a journey to this very moment." Burton said softly to Braedey.

Braedey looked down and breathes through his nose. "You do talk a lot, might I add." He remarked, then smiled. "But you mean well, Lord Burton."

Burton nodded to him. "Yeah, I suppose I do." He looked to Viviane. "Uh, my dear, the Alliance has been entrusted to you and you alone. She knows the way to the staff. Good luck to all of you." With that, Burton exited the ship, shutting and sealing the bulkhead door behind him as he walked off.

Wheelie now hops in the Captain's chair. "Better not get seasick on this trip." He commented.

Viviane looked over at the main controls of the submarine. "It won't be the strangest thing I've done today." She looked to Braedey as he placed his hand on the hull, his hand glowing and he nodded to her. She touched the controls, and the submarine suddenly rumbled to life, as the gears, switches, and handles start working automatically, the old engines spluttering to life.

"She is awake. After 70 years being beached, she's still online." Braedey couldn't help but smile.

"Hope the ol' girl's still got it." Cogman muttered.

"Let's set sail." Braedey announced, gently patting the Autobot symbol on the bulkhead.

Outside of the sub, the propellers started working and shifting, spinning to life, making everyone outside step back in alarm. Hotrod shifts into gear before he drives away to lure the police away. Bumblebee transforms into robot mode, jumping up on top of the submarine, as the craft then jumped off its concrete mounts and slides into the bay, and began to make its way out through London's along the River Thames. As this happens, Elita-One drives up to Tower Bridge before she leaps off the bridge and transforms into robot mode, landing on the submarine with Bumblebee.

"Room for one more?" Elita asked to Bumblebee, the Autobot Scout nodding back as they set sail.


Meanwhile, Lennox and Ken have both arrived with a British Navy patrol out in the English Channel nearby Dover after arriving from an American aircraft escort. They've gotten word about Hotrod, Bumblebee, and Braedey being over in the U.K, on top of tracking where Megatron and his crew are going, and they've now gotten information about the HMS Alliance 'jumping' it's moorings and ending up in the Thames and sailing away.

"Jumped? What do you mean it jumped?" Lennox asked from one of the British officers onboard the vessel. It was impossible for something like that to even happen.

"The old world war ll sub jumped its moorings and is now in the Thames." Ken now informed back.

"They're in a Transformer." Santos grunted in frustration and realisation.

"The sub must be heading for open water, directly towards our strike group." Lennox realised after looking at the radar of the approaching vessel.

"Okay, we have to cut 'em off. Stop 'em. Use whatever assets we have." Santos ordered.

"Contact the zulu module. Have all our subs converge on that chokepoint." Ken now advised to the Captain.

"Helm, all ahead flank." The captain announced as the helmsman began to alter the controls.


"Okay. We're now moving." Brains stumbled a little.

"Can I get a look?" Braedey asked to Cogman, who was looking through the scope.

"No, I'm looking." Cogman retorted.

Braedey rolled his eyes, shoving Cogman away, and looked through the scope. "Is that water?" He asked.

"No shit, Sherlock." Cogman snapped back at him. "Of course it's water."

"Burton says you're in charge of this now, Viviane." Braedey stated to Viviane.

Cogman tried to push Braedey away from the periscope. "Let me see. Let me see." He insisted.

"Hey, don't you go and freak me out again!" Braedey ordered to him, backing away.

"What happens in the alien ship, stays in the alien ship. I will 'eff' you up!" Cogman threatened, pulling out a pistol.

"Whoa! Put the gun down!" Braedey stepped back.

The submarine soon reaches the open ocean from the Thames, the Cliffs of Dover in its wake, then it started to submerge beneath the waves of the ocean, and continued its descent down into the depths. Unbeknownst to it, another submarine was making its way towards them.

Wheelie was looking at one of the radar scanners, just staring at it, only for it it to suddenly change from green to yellow, and a loud blaring started going off. "I DIDN'T DO IT!" He yelled out.

"Cogman, is that normal?" Viviane asked.

Cogman looked at the radar. "Perfectly normal, ma'am. A Nuclear-Class attack submarine is on our stern." He informed nonchalantly.

"Say what?!" Braedey cried.

Cogman motioned for everyone to follow him. "Follow me! Quick! This way!" He called as they go through the bulkheads.

Braedey hopped through the bulkhead doors after him. "So, this... this is how we all die. Trapped inside of a pressurised steel container hundreds of feet below the waves, along with a French-English Professor chick with a Headmaster sociopath, my mechanical feline and two little robot companions." He muttered.

"Seven hours ago, I was just a professor at University." Viviane panted.

Suddenly, the submarine started to go upward in a climbing formation, forcing those onboard to hold onto the sides of the submarine, while they're up at the bow, as it goes around in a loop-de-loop fashion.

"Whoa..." Elita muttered softly.

Wheelie struggled to hold on, but lost his grip and fell. "BRAINS!"

"I got ya!" Brains grabbed Wheelie by his ankle. "Hang on, Wheelie!"

Cogman and Ravage fell down towards the stern of the sub, smacking against the sides of the engines and walls, but they held onto the edge of a doorway to stop them from falling further. Outside the sub, Bumblebee and Elita both struggle to hold onto the diving planes as well with the forces generated by the submarine's movements.

Braedey now looked out to the front windows of the sub, and he could see their sub was about to ram into the attack submarine. "HOLD ON TO SOMETHING!" He yelled.

The sub immediately skidded right over the top of the attack sub, and it jettisoned away, heading off away into the depths. Viviane and Braedey fall onto the deck, with Viviane in Braedey lap.

"Sorry about that." Braedey muttered.

Cogman walked back in. "We're clear for now." He then yanked Braedey's hands off Viviane. "Hands off! There is a time and a place for everything. Now is not the time nor the place." He said to them.

Braedey stood up, helping Viviane up, as they saw Cogman heading towards the torpedo tube. "Where in the hell are you going?!" The former asked.

"Away from here." Cogman replied, then he shuts the tube behind him. A second later, everyone saw Cogman fire himself out of the submarine.

"What in the- That mechanical psycho just shot himself out of the sub like a torpedo!" Braedey shouted.

"I know! We saw it!" Viviane spoke back.

Wheelie and Brains sit up and shake their heads. The former lies back and pants. "We need a freaking vacation, Brains."

Brains covered his mouth, trying not to blow a gasket. "No kidding."


Later, Cogman eventually came back to the submarine, with two large tuna fish alongside him. He climbed back through the tube, tossing the fish in. "Get in there!" He grunted and kicks the fish.

Meanwhile, up in the Captain's quarters, Braedey was looking at himself in the mirror, as he looked at the talisman on his left arm. A set of metallic straps have formed around his chest and back, linking around him. It was strange - it was like it's built into and around his arm and chestplate, like it's a part of him. He can sense the energy within it...

Viviane walked in to check on him, but quickly turned around, her face flushing lightly. "Oh my- I'm sorry." She apologised.

"N-No, it's fine." Braedey called back as he looks at her. "It's just the talisman. It's been transforming around me since it's locked onto me when I found it. It's really strange." He glances down at the gauntlet as he moves his hand around.

"Is it tight on you, or is it gripping on?" Viviane asked curiously.

"No. I mean, not really. It's just been locked onto me like armour, painlessly." Braedey replied, putting his shirt down.

Just then, old jazz music started to play, getting their attention. They made their way down to what could be the dining section of the submarine, and everyone saw that Cogman was setting up a dinner table.

"Cogman! What is... what is all this?" Viviane inquires.

Cogman now lights several candles with his finger. "End of the world. I thought a meal, a last meal, would be in order." He explained to them casually.

Vivian smiled and sits down. "Great. I'm starving."

"No canoodling." Cogman ordered as he exits the room.

Braedey rolls his eyes and sits down with Viviane. "My daughter would really love this." He said to Viviane.

"My grandma would absolutely feel the same way. Love it. Bothers me all the time about it." Viviane added as she sighed.

"Really?" Braedey asked curiously.

"Yes, all the time." Vivian sighed in exasperation. "'Go on a date. Get a boyfriend.' That's what she says." She rolled her eyes.

Braedey looks around at the atmosphere of the room. "Is this a date?" He questioned.

Viviane's eyes widened back at this. "No, God, it's not a date. No it's just that-"

"It's romantic." Braedey cuts in.

Cogman then walked in and puts the food down on the table. "Sushi é la Cogman." He said.

"Wow, looks great." Viviane commented.

"Merci beaucoup, Cogman." Braedey thanked to the Headmaster in French. Cogman now left the room, allowing them to eat. Braedey took a bite and he smiled at the taste. "This is awesome. Oh, let me get the towels. Use them for napkins." He tried to get up, but he then tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh, my Gosh!" Viviane got up and knelt next to him. "Are you all right?" She asked.

"I'll... I'll be fine." Braedey shook his head.

"Oh, will you two just kiss already?!" Braedey and Viviane turn to see Wheelie, Brains, and Ravage peeking through the door.

Braedey whipped out a blaster and aims it at them, making them yelp and run away. Braedey sighed and retracts his blaster. "Sorry, about them. It's a wonder how I even-" Braedey was then cut off as Viviane kissed him. He was startled as she pulled away and looked at him. "Sorry, I shouldn't have-" Braedey leaned forward and he captured her lips again, this time making Viviane wrap her arms around his head. When they part, they look at each other. "That was-" Braedey began.

"Romantic?" Viviane cut in with a giggle.

"I believe I said no canoodling." Cogman said intervening.

"Cogman..." Braedey sighed. "Not the time nor the place..."

Cogman rolled his optics. "My apologies, Master Braedey." Cogman shuts the door as they then kiss again.

Braedey, meanwhile, he was lost in his thoughts. He had been thinking about the talisman, what Burton had told him and the others, including everything else, and on top of that, he had no idea what's become of Optimus, or where he could be right now.