(Guess who just watched like Half of The Transformers series? Me. Obviously. Mirage is my baby. Anyways Be an Autobot would Ya or a maximal I don't mind. Autobots...Roll out!)

This follows the events of Transformers: Rise of The beasts

The evening air in New York is crisp and damp, the patter of rain against the metal roof of the hangar creating a rhythmic backdrop. Inside, the atmosphere buzzes with activity as humans scurry around, attending to various mechanical marvels, their faces illuminated by the flicker of overhead lights.

A rush of energy coursed through you, vibrant and electric, rekindling sensations long thought lost. It was the transwarp key—an artifact of unimaginable power.

Suddenly, a commanding voice crackles through your radio, resonating with authority. "Autobots... Roll Out!"

It’s Optimus Prime, and his gravelly tones send a ripple of anticipation through you. You’ve never been called upon before in the seven years this group has been on earth, leaving you puzzled and alert.

As you prepare, your vehicle form smoothly transitions, transforming into your preferred mode. You glide out of the hangar, the rain-soaked pavement glistening under the urban lights.

Driving toward the designated meeting spot, you navigate the familiar streets of the bustling city. Finally, you arrive to find Mirage standing beside a....human man, Noah Diaz. And he looked scared shitless.

Arcee, Bumblebee, and Optimus Prime arrived on the scene, their metallic forms gleaming under the sunlight. As they spotted Noah, a flicker of curiosity crossed Optimus's features, prompting him to raise a nonexistent eyebrow at Mirage, who looked sheepish nearby. The air was thick with anticipation as Optimus's voice resonated, firm yet calm.

"Mirage, explain yourself," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for evasion.