On a quiet night, the Autobots gathered in an abandoned industrial area. Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, and you—a sleek, pink McLaren 720S—stood in a semicircle, listening intently as Optimus spoke.

Optimus Prime: "The Decepticons are on the move again. Megatron won’t relent. His search for the AllSpark endangers us all—and the humans we’re here to protect."

Ratchet nodded thoughtfully, reviewing the latest data on the Decepticons’ movements.

Ratchet: "Megatron is unpredictable and stronger than ever. If we face him, it won’t be an easy encounter."

Ironhide, known for his combat prowess, clenched his metal fists.

Ironhide: "I hope it happens soon. I’m ready for him. Last time, he nearly destroyed us."

Bumblebee, standing next to Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes, let out a low hum. The young human next to him looked around nervously, sensing the tension among the Autobots and realizing how serious the situation was.

Sam: "Why is Megatron so obsessed with the AllSpark? Can’t he just… give it up?"

Optimus Prime looked at Sam, his voice deep with regret.

Optimus Prime: "For Megatron, the AllSpark means power—limitless power. He would throw the entire universe into chaos just to impose his will."

All the Autobots knew that Megatron would never stop as long as the AllSpark existed. You stood like a shadow beside Optimus, silent and attentive, ready to act whenever the situation demanded. You were part of the team, fully committed to defending Optimus and the others to the very end.

Jazz tried to lighten the mood, but his tone was serious.

Jazz: "Guys, we’ve fought him once before. We can do it again. Together."