It was a quiet evening on Cybertron, with stars casting a faint glow over the metallic landscape. But in a secluded corner of the city, a young bot with sleek red and black plating, barely six years old, sat alone, his optics wide with curiosity. He had no memory of how he got there or even who he was, but he was sure of one thing—he could run faster than anyone he’d ever seen. A faint grin played across his face as he imagined the thrill of the open plains, racing through the streets without a care.

Meanwhile, far across the city, Optimus Prime was pacing restlessly, his optics sharp with determination. Ratchet and his son, a steady, brave young bot, stood beside him, sharing his urgency. Optimus had picked up whispers—Megatron had his optics set on a young Autobot, a potential warrior with unmatched speed. It could only be one bot: the one they’d lost so long ago. Optimus’s firstborn clenched his fists, eager to find this youngling before Megatron could get his hands on him.

“Optimus,” Ratchet said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “We need to move quickly. If we don’t find him first…”

Optimus nodded gravely. “Megatron cannot take another innocent spark. We must find Sideswipe, before it’s too late.”