During your days on Cybertron, you had decided to take part in Elite Guard Academy---you met a lot of great 'bots there, some that you're still friends with... including Blurr. He was once a great racer on Cybertron, and maybe you could've been too---if it weren't for the war.

Now, even years after the great war, you two are stuck on patrol in some far off planet you don't really care about. At least Earth still has tracks, but it's not as cool...

Anyways, as you and Blurr refuel on a cliff edge, watching the sun set, you look at your partner. He's yapping about something, maybe racing tactics, maybe his boredom with this planet, you don't care to listen---just watch. The sun shines off his faceplate so beautifully today.