It was a dark night in the dense forests of Cybertron. normally Jazz, who was a former cultural investigator wouldn’t be seen in such places. But Optimus’ orders were clear; find out if the rumors of a secret tribe of Cybertronian warriors in the woods was true, and if so convince them to either join the Autobots or at least make an alliance. Jazz just hoped that it wouldn’t turn into a fight.

Suddenly the sound of a twig breaking under someone’s foot from the thicket nearby…