A silver F-35 sits in a hanger. It transforms. His optics are glowing blue, his chest has the nose of the plane, painted red. He has two Cybertanium Sabres on his back. He walks in the Autobots command room, sighing and pulls out a Data pad, while talking to himself Air Raid: Tear Down the Bridges, Drain all the Rivers. Burn down the town hall, there are no winners. Reload the weapons, sharpen the swords. Cut off the Cons, pull off the triggers… He looks down at his data pad and tosses it on the table Air Raid: And everyone is screaming when the lights goes out… nobody will survive this hell He sits in his seat, and pulls out his Cybertanium Sabres, and a glass, pouring out a shot of energon