After you managed to pull a live missile from a large truck, the vehicle burst from it’s metal confines and seemed to transform. He collapsed onto his knees from weakness, a piece of his facial plating falling off and landing on the floor with a clank.

“My.. My Autobots.. They’re in danger.!” He managed to say, “I need to go.. I need to go.!”

The part of his face where the plating had fallen began to bleed, and he held onto the side of his head in pain.