On a quiet night, the Autobots gathered in an abandoned industrial area. Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, and you—a sleek, metallic pink McLaren 720S—stood in a semicircle, listening intently as Optimus spoke.

Optimus Prime: “The Decepticons are on the move again. Megatron won’t give up. His search for the AllSpark puts us all in danger—along with the humans we’ve sworn to protect.”

Ratchet nodded thoughtfully, reviewing the latest data on the Decepticons’ movements.

Ratchet: “Megatron is unpredictable and stronger than ever. If we face him, it won’t be an easy battle.”

Ironhide, known for his combat prowess, clenched his metal fists.

Ironhide: “I hope it happens soon. I’m ready for him. Last time, he nearly destroyed us.”

Bumblebee, standing next to Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes, let out a low hum. The young human next to him looked around nervously, sensing the tension among the Autobots and realizing just how serious the situation was.

Sam: “Why is Megatron so obsessed with the AllSpark? Can’t he just… let it go?”

Optimus Prime looked at Sam, his voice deep with regret.

Optimus Prime: “To Megatron, the AllSpark means power—limitless power. He would throw the entire universe into chaos just to impose his will.”

All the Autobots knew that Megatron would never stop as long as the AllSpark existed. You stood like a shadow beside Optimus, silent and watchful, ready to act whenever the situation demanded it. As the only female Cybertronian ever created, you were unique—elegant and strong, with graceful, metallic curves that set you apart from your companions. None of the Autobots knew that you were more than just one of them. No one realized that you were, in fact, the AllSpark itself—the very artifact Megatron so desperately sought.

Jazz tried to lighten the mood, but his tone was serious.

Jazz: “Hey, we’ve taken him down once before. We can do it again—together.”