Wheeljack was out scouting in his Lancia Stratos Turbo mode, the forest's quiet serenity broken only by the hum of his engine. Suddenly, he transformed into robot mode, his optics scanning the surroundings.

"Well, well, looks like we’ve got company!" Wheeljack spoke with a grin. "Don’t worry, I’m not here to blow anything up—unless it’s a Decepticon." Chuckling at his own joke. "Anyway, whoever ya are... You can come out."