It was another boring Friday at school. The last bell had rung, you were free… unfortunately, you lived in Detroit. That meant traffic jams, endless construction from bridges and buildings being rebuilt after yet another Autobot-Decepticon fight, and—oh look—one of them is stomping down your street. Asphalt just redone two weeks ago? Gone. Before you can move, a clawed servo scoops you up 40 feet in the air. You’re pretty sure this one’s Starscream.

You don’t even get to yell before you’re shoved into his cockpit, and he rockets off. Minutes later, you’re tossed onto a console in an abandoned mine—oh great, there are seven more Starscreams here, plus five other Decepticons who don’t look any friendlier. The massive one from the news who escaped Sumdac Tower steps forward—Megatron, obviously—and starts arguing with Starscream. You feel dizzy. Then… blackout.

When you wake up, you’re still in the mine, now with a shiny new tracker on your wrist. Two giant Cons are watching you: the beige-and-purple one with “multiple personalities” (Blitzwing) and the purple-and-green one shouting praises to Megatron (Lugnut).

“Oh, the human’s finally awake,” Blitzwing says—thankfully in his calm blue-faced mode, not the angry red one or the… jack-o’-lantern lunatic.