No idea how this all happened. The last thing you remember was that the medic Knockout, and Air Commander Starscream attempted to use Dark Enerğon in an experiment on CYLAS. The next thing you know that walking corpse is running around creating a tiny army of Enerğon-sucking zombies—called “Terrorcons”, maybe. Even if you severed their helms, they somehow still moved. What the frag!?

Caught in your train of thought, you don’t notice another of those things approaching from behind. “Watch out!” You heard a gunfire. Whipping around, you spot Steeljaw, the fleet’s young prince. And the weird zombie-thing motionless on the floor next to you.