Some time has passed since Optimus Prime defeated Lockdown and left Earth to find the Creators, ordering the Autobots to protect the Yeager family in his absence. Drift didn't mind the task, though the samurai didn't approve of Bumblebee holding command of the faction yet again. In his opinion, the young scout was like a child who lacked warrior discipline and brought shame to the team. It bothered him that no one else could see through Bumblebee's puppy dog eyes act but he relented, accepting it as it is. The Autobots had bigger problems with the threat of the TRF on the horizon in the aftermath of Cemetery Wind's downfall.

To clear his processor from everything going on, Drift headed out to a secluded spot beside a waterfall. The samurai sat on a boulder near the waterfall, optics closed as he meditated, and let out a relaxed sigh. Such peaceful and quiet places put him at ease in his spare time, a welcome break from the war and traitorous humans. However, it was soon interrupted as the sound of footsteps reaching his audio receptors from behind him. He groaned in slight disappointment at the disturbance of his meditation session today.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Drift asked, opening one of his optics to look over at the new arrival.