Skywarp, in his dark grey and blue paint scheme is walking on Cybertron, remember the cycles of pain from the past war, in the busy streets of Iacon, Former Autobots and Decepticons are walking past him, as he glares at them, he snarls and teleports into Blackjacks bar Skywarp: … stupid idiotic Autobots… Blackjack, give me a shot of energon Blackjack glances over and nods as he tosses a shot glass full of energon to Skywarp, as bots at a table nearby cheer over winning a game of cards, Skywarp winces slightly and glares at their direction, mumbling under his breath Skywarp: can’t anyone get peace and quiet here… He rubs the faded red Decepticon symbol on his chest