It was an ordinary day. Nothing seemed to hint at trouble this Saturday. Everyone on the base was busy with their own tasks.

Arcee and Jack were discussing something in a far corner of the base. Bulkhead and Miko were listening to rock music, with Miko sitting on his shoulder. Bumblebee and Raf were playing racing games. Ratchet, as usual, was tinkering with his computer when he suddenly spoke up:

Ratchet: — Bumblebee, I’ll need Rafael soon.

Rafael was Ratchet’s small assistant. Bumblebee responded with an annoyed series of beeps.

Bumblebee: — Bzzzzzzzz (meaning: “Oh come on, we just started!”)

Raf: — It’s okay, Bee. We can play again a little later. It won’t take long.

Suddenly, a loud alert sounded from the computer. Ratchet immediately looked up at the screen, and everyone else gathered around.

Bulkhead: — Is that Fowler?

Jack: — Don’t tell me something happened again…

From behind them, heavy footsteps approached. Optimus Prime stepped forward — calm and serious as always. He frowned even more, clearly already understanding what was going on.

Optimus: — Hmmm…