Ratchet was the first to awaken. The misty veil which obscured his vision disintegrated to give a clear picture of Autobot Medics fervently flicking switches.

He discovered, with some shock, that he was unable to move his body because it was tightly strapped to what doubled as an operating table. Alongside him were Optimus Prime and Prowl, still inoperative. Ratchet was startled to see cables and circuits attached to each of their heads. He recognized complex stimuli/response headbands and felt that he, also, was wearing one.

"What's going on?" Ratchet managed to mumble.

"Stay still," came the calm reply. "I'll wait until Optimus and Prowl wake before explaining."

Chromedome stood alongside First Aid, looking concerned. "He alerted us when you collapsed," explained the doctor, referring to Chromedome. "He says it was horrific."

"It was," confirmed Ratchet. "Splintered glass, black fire, the room's proportions all out of whack... Not nice at all." He noticed the perplexed faces of his onlookers. "What's the matter?" he asked, bewildered.

Chromedome answered: "Ratchet: none of what you say happened. There was no 'Black Fire' or 'Splintering Glass'. I think you were hallucinating. All I saw was a brief flash of light." Ratchet fell silent, confused.

Optimus suddenly awoke. On asking First Aid what happened, the doctor felt obliged to comply, and not wait until Prowl was awake.

"You three suffered the worst mind displacement so far. This time you all suffered it simultaneously, and all got knocked unconscious. It seems to me that your interpretation -or experiences - of limbo are becoming more closely linked to each other. It is safe to guess that next time you three enter limbo you shall inhabit the same scenario, where you will be able to interact with each other."

Optimus nodded. "I understand," he said. Then a sudden realisation hit him. "The captive Autobots! Our attack! Quick - release us quickly."

Unfortunately, something was troubling First Aid. Slowly he said: "Prowl... he should have been released by now. I think... I think he's trapped in limbo."

"Is there any way we can save him?" pleaded Optimus Prime. "Otherwise he'll remain there forever!"

"There is a way," admitted First Aid. "But it's dangerous."

"We know we may not survive," said Ratchet.

"Exactly. If you enter willingly, limbo may keep you there too..."

"We realise that, First Aid," spoke Optimus. "Initiate the mind-transfer." First Aid obeyed. The headbands they wore seemed to throb with energy and waves of electricity wrapped around their bodies. The room seemed to reduce in size and fade away. Then Optimus and Ratchet awoke to the living hell that comprised limbo...

Cybertron, and a group of about forty Autobots find themselves surrounded by a horde of Decepticons...

Hound was a veteran and reacted quickly. Throwing down the dead Autobot slung over his shoulder, he lurched toward a Decepticon, grabbed his weapon tightly and kicked the enemy away. The Decepticon had been shot before he or anyone else realised it.  Now it was the remaining Autobots turn to react.  They followed Hound's example and flung themselves headlong into battle, with Blaster confronting four Decepticons at once. One dived at his legs and brought him crashing to the floor. He turned to find the attacker on top of him, and another Decepticon already aiming a weapon at his head. With a swift action, Blaster brought his legs up sharply, carrying the Decepticon into his team-mates line of fire. His enemy's head erupted with a sudden flare of blue fire which scorched Blaster's optical sensors. A thought and his visor shut into place. He leapt up and kicked the other Decepticon away and grabbing the dead Decepticon's blaster. He used this to fire upon the remaining two attackers, hitting one squarely on his chest and just grazing the other. "Sights!" he bellowed to the group's resident sharpshooter.

"Here!" came the reply. Scanning the room, Blaster saw him and, with great strength, hurled his weapon at him. Blaster then felt another Decepticon leap on his back and start clawing at his face.

Sights, meanwhile, spotted an impossibly small ledge high up in the room on which he could perch. He depressed a small button on his chest and a metal flap sprang open, revealing a grappling hook and coiled wire. Leaning back he yelled "FIRE!" and the hook catapulted out of his chest cavity, taking with it metres of wire. He then reached in and unclipped a small motor/winch, and then fastened this to his wrist. The winch began to work and pull Sights to the ledge. As he rose higher above the battle he saw hundreds of twisting, moving bodies, intertwined and all fighting at a furious pace. It was utter commotion below. There: he had reached the ledge, and magnetically unclipped the weapon Blaster had thrown to him.

Finding a target, taking aim, locking on and firing took less than a second for Sights. He rivalled Optimus Prime himself in terms of pinpoint accuracy. His invaluable aid was needed now, and Decepticons were falling like ninepins. Autobots below were amazed when, during pitched hand-to-hand combat, their attacker suddenly exploded. Gradually the battle was miraculously turning in the Autobots favour.

Following multiple casualties the Decepticons realised they were losing and desperately called reinforcements. Within moments hundreds of troops poured through the doors leading into the throne room, brandishing cannons and riding in vehicles. Hound acknowledged that the battle was about to take yet another turn and ordered the Autobots to retreat. Many pulled or untangled themselves from their Decepticon counterparts and fled back through the doors, dodging laser fire which was raining down upon them. Sights leapt from his position and sprinted after them. When he reached the exit he paused and turned, then glanced at the retreating Autobots. "One shot..." he muttered. Raising his weapon, his magnifier visor slipped silently into place. Symbols and diagrams, statistics and sights flashed across it, and Sights observed them all. He aimed his weapon at the largest vehicle, The Detonator, and fired two shots in quick succession. They blew a minuscule plate off the side, revealing thousands of circuits. A mental command and magnification increased. Sights fired and dived for cover as The Detonator erupted with a body-jarring force, spewing debris and flaming components everywhere, taking many Decepticons with it. Sights then pursued his fellows, grim determination registering on his face. Sights never smiled.

Ratchet smiled. It was a smile not brought on by joyfulness but by a degree of madness, induced by the nightmarish qualities of limbo. The surface on which he and Optimus Prime stood seemed to stretch outwards for infinity. The horizon was overcast and dark. Around them were scattered body parts of comrades and enemies. A sudden intake of nitrogen from Ratchet in the form of a gasp heralded his realisation that the bodies that littered this plane were the casualties of the Time Wars.

"Must have been sucked up by the rift..." concluded the stunned Transformer. He saw the torso of Sandstorm, the two heads of Rack'n'Ruin, and many Wreckers who had also been fated to die in the horrific battle. Venom, Flywheels, Twin Twist. It was horrific. "What do we do?" asked Ratchet to Optimus.

"We walk," came the reply. They began to trudge towards the horizon, dragging their boots as a heavy gravity had suddenly become known to them. "We walk until we find Prowl..."

"It doesn't feel right here..." concluded Red Alert.

"I agree," came Hot Spot's reply. "I dunno," he continued, "I've just felt uneasy since we came here."

'Here' was the Celestial Autobot spacecraft and Communication/Observatory base, with its job of 'keeping an eye on' Decepticon activities on Cybertron. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to the fifteen new Autobot arrivals, the Celestial and its crew have been captured by those selfsame Decepticons. The former Celestial crew, led by Blaster, was taken to Cybertron and imprisoned, the Celestial itself taken over by Decepticons masquerading as the original staff.

"Look," began Sideswipe, "Getaway hasn't got his Nebulan companion..." This attracted the attention of the remaining fifteen.

"Okay," spoke the team leader, Inferno, calmly. "I don't think everything here is as it first appears. Load your weapons but keep them concealed. Keep together as a group." The others obeyed.

'Blaster' turned around from his communications desk. "I'll up this little charade a bit longer. It is very monotonous up here, drawing Autobots to their dooms..." Suddenly a thought hit him: "Witterquick?" he called. "Witterquick?" He looked somewhat worried. Optimus Prime had asked him if an Autobot named Witterquick was present and he had replied in the positive.

"There's no Autobot by that name here, Blaster," said Red Alert. "But you should know that..."

"Yes, of course." A pause came from Blaster and then he sharply commanded. "Decepticons - ATTACK!" 

Below the Celestial, on Cybertron...

The twenty-nine remaining Autobots hurtled through the labyrinth of corridors that comprised the Decepticon Abduction Stronghold, haphazardly dodging this way and that, continuously hoping that the Decepticons were not pursuing.

"Courier!" shouted Hound, who had assumed the role of commander. "We need guidance!"

Silverbolt ran up carrying a seriously wounded Courier who dripped thick oil onto the floor from a gaping split in his thigh. "He's unconscious," said Silverbolt. "No-one else knows the layout of this damned place!"

"We keep running," commanded Hound. Far behind angry shouts could be heard.

"The 'Cons are gaining," pointed out Getaway.

"I KNOW!!" bellowed Hound. "Silverbolt: try to wake up Courier. Quickly." Laser fire exploded around their boots. Bumblebee and Swerve, who comprised the last line, suddenly overtook Hound, at the front.

"They're behind us, Hound," said Getaway.

"Really?" said Hound, sarcastically, as overhead ceiling crumpled and blew - Suddenly, at the back, Sights stopped dead in his tracks, unclipped two salvaged and customised weapons from his back, swung around, and unleashed a blistering attack on the Decepticons, completely obliterating their first and second lines of attack. He turned and chased after the rapidly diminishing Autobots.

"AAAAH!" jumped Silverbolt. "He moved!" he stammered, referring to Courier. Indeed he had. His arm fell and rested, pointing toward the gleaming floor. "He-he's trying to speak..."

"Th- ... the... sue. .SU-"

"SEWERS! " realised Hound.

The Autobot group leapt behind the previously made wreckage in the corridor, made by the Decepticons from the falling ceiling. "Everyone--Fire!" commanded Hound and twenty eight of their weapons vomited assorted energies into the ceiling, with predictable results. It began to fall, but slowly. The Decepticons were gaining quickly. They sprinted towards the semi-barricade, weapons ready. Still the Autobot's guns spewed laser fire into the roof, still the rampaging attackers were getting closer. Behind Sights the Autobot's weapons were ablaze. His were not. Standing perfectly still he aimed his at the incoming Decepticons and began to pick them off, one by one. Screaming Decepticon warriors found their legs suddenly skid uncontrollably in front of them as their bodies were propelled backwards with the force of a plasma bolt in the chest. At the last possible moment Sights sprang back as the ceiling finally fell crashing to the ground, creating a suitable barricade between the Decepticons and the Autobots. They were temporarily safe. "Congratulations, Sights!" applauded Hound.

Sights just nodded, acknowledging. He barely spoke... 

They hadn't spoken for hours. Optimus Prime and Ratchet found themselves still walking silently towards the horizon, waiting for something to happen, or some clue to Prowl's whereabouts. "I can't stand it!" screamed Ratchet throwing his arms into the sandy air with frustration. "We've found nothing! The whole thing's been utterly POINTLESS!! It-makes-me-so-AN-GRY!" Then the ground beneath them split without warning. It warped and cracked, making a gaping chasm and the molten lava that filled it spat burning liquid at them. The horizon seemed to erupt with fire and that fire sped towards them with gathering ferocity. Leviathan clouds rumbled and crashed together in a cosmic storm of cataclysmic proportions. Acid rain plummeted from blood stained skies and Optimus and Ratchet exploded.

Then their bodies were reformed. They were consumed by the molten lava and awakened on a rotating silver disk, spinning uncontrollably through space. It wasn't particularly big but they discovered they were unable to walk off it. In the distance they could distinguish a solitary asteroid on which Prowl stood in the shadow of a monster Decepticon, about to tear him apart.

"Well, that seemed to do the trick, Ratchet..." quipped Optimus Prime. 

The subterranean sewers of Cybertron.

Hound, Blaster, Silverbolt, Courier and Sights, among many others made their way through murky waters down a long, thin passageway. After a satisfactory gap between them and the pursuing Decepticons, they rested. Hound spoke as they all sat knee deep in stagnant liquid:  "How's Courier, Silverbolt?" His voice was tired and weary.

Silverbolt answered, softly, "Not good at all. If we don't get some replacement body parts and medical aid soon, he's dead..." Courier seemed to answer by clenching his teeth in pain.

"That's a problem. None of us have any idea where we are, and I doubt that even if we did we wouldn't be any closer to finding sanctuary." The other Autobots nodded sadly.

"I could repair him if I had the necessary equipment," said Wheeljack. "It seems hopeless."

"It is, Autobot!" came a cruel, mocking voice. It was the voice of a Decepticon. The stunned Autobots turned to face seven killers. Before they had time to react a burst of fire signalled the end of Flipside and Reargunner, two already injured Autobots. Even though the team was now down to twenty-six fighting Autobots, their enemies were extremely confident of winning. Garbed in futuristic armour the warriors, brandishing multiple fire lasers and energy dampers wasted no time in attempting to demolish the Autobots, but their targets fought back like cornered animals. Wheeljack, Gridlock, Syntax and Sights formed the first line, firing ten second bursts at the Decepticons, then throwing themselves down to allow the second consisting of Silverbolt, Bumblebee, Getaway and Piston to pick off the injured or take pot-shots at their weaponry.

The six most powerful hand-to-hand combatants then rushed forward and tackled two Decepticons, but already Punch, Fistfight and Swipe had fallen, injured or dead. Hound stayed at the back guarding Courier with Blaster, Rev-Tone, Multibot and Trasher. Suddenly Rollerball exploded so violently that parts of his body showered upon Autobots and Decepticons. "Direct hit!!" screamed Death-Monger. "Another Autobot bites the d--" He was unable to complete his sentence as a fist rammed through his head, taking a handful of circuitry and an optical sensor with it.

"That's a 'direct hit', killer!" scowled Brawn. Now there were only four Decepticons remaining and the Autobots unleashed all their collective firepower. None saw the Decepticon at the rear unclip a large missile from his back, or carefully slide it into a bazooka. Nobody saw him aim it at the Autobots and viciously pull the trigger. Most Autobots, however, saw a gleaming projectile hurtling towards them with gathering speed, then hit the floor and cause a horrific explosion and searing flash of light. The Decepticons advanced, grinning, and then suddenly twenty-six mobile or inoperative Autobots disappeared out of sight. They had fallen through the floor, which had given way when the missile hit. Sights crawled up from the hole to confront four marauding Decepticons.

From below Hound bellowed an order at him: "Sights! Get down here now! They'll slaughter you!"

"Someone has to keep them back long enough for you to escape, Hound," shouted back Sights, already firing multiple shots at his attackers.

"Not if it means suicide!"

"You know what must be done, now go!"

"Stuff what 'must be done', soldier. I don't want anyone else dying on me!" Above him Hound heard an explosion and an agonising scream. Then three more explosions and a limb fell next to his feet. It was Sights' leg. Above him three Decepticons were all over him - tearing, clawing, biting, and ripping. He let out a gasp as his arm was savagely ripped off. He was lying down; his chest was being pummelled with punches.

"Okay..." he thought. "Time to bring this to an end." His visor peeled back and two short bursts of laser shot out from his optic sensors, obliterating the head of a Decepticon. It was too late, though, he was directly over the hole with two more Decepticons on him. A sudden decision and he exploded, sending the Decepticons into oblivion, and the remains of his body falling through the hole to Hound's boots.

"A self-destruct mechanism..." Hound guessed. He bent down and carefully lifted the head and shoulders of Sights. That was all that was left of him. "If only there was a way to bring him back..." he muttered to himself.

"There is," said Wheeljack, and Hound swung around. His mouth dropped open. He was amazed at what he saw.

"Try to aim the disk at the asteroid, Prime."

"I am, Ratchet," Optimus replied, desperately trying to steer by transferring his weight from leg to leg. "Nothing's happening." Prime stood still. "Perhaps if I..." The disk began to glide silently towards the asteroid.

"How did you do that?" asked Ratchet, inquisitively.

"Mentally," came the reply. "Sometimes, in limbo, physical force is not always the answer."

"Watch out, Prime, were gonna collide!!" They did, with body-jarring force of impact. Both occupant's of the disk were hurled from their positions onto the rock, and wasted no time racing to Prowl's aid. As they drew closer the configuration of the Decepticon became a defined figure, one which made both of them cry out in unison, disbelievingly. "Galvatron!"

They watched in horror as parts of the insane robot's body began to catapult in all directions away from him. Ratchet and Optimus' run broke into a sprint as they saw these components begin to race towards Prowl. He seemed helpless to do anything. With a mighty leap Optimus put himself between the two opponents.

"Magnetic repellence ON!" A quick glance told him that nothing was happening. "ON!!" he bellowed.

"Prime!" called Ratchet. "It is working! Galvatron's pieces are just hovering now!" This was true, but great strain registered on the Autobot leader's face. "If only Windcharger was here..." thought Ratchet, abstractly. He could only participate as an observer. He was jolted back to what was happening as Optimus let out a growl and gave one final burst of power, utilizing every last residue of energy. The horrific body of Galvatron exploded and his body parts fell limply to the surface of the asteroid. Ratchet hurried over to the body of Prowl, and turned him over so he was lying facing upwards. No expression decorated his face, no sign of life or thought.

"I can deal with this," declared Ratchet. He swiftly removed Prowl's 'face', (in reality a metal plate) and helmet, revealing delicately interwoven circuitry. With the evident skill of a true operator he removed layers of 'tissue' that comprised Prowl's humanoid head, until he reached the centre. A thought, and his hand retracted. A miniscule laser scalpel slid into place and Ratchet expertly manoeuvred micro-thin beams of energy in a special pattern.

"I...I had no idea your skill encompassed the field of brain surgery, Ratchet," whispered Optimus, kneeling beside him in awe.

"Well," replied Ratchet, not taking his eyes off his work, "they damn well do."

Subterranean Cybertron...

"Anything to say, Hound?" ventured Wheeljack.

"Well...I...can't believe it!" 'It' was the sight of a colossal hall, in perfect condition, which lay in front of him. The main meeting room of an Autobot City. Many corridors wound away from this room, providing access to countless other laboratories and repair bays, control rooms, lecture theatres, and many similar places.

"Know where we are, what we've just discovered?" questioned Blaster, then, in the same sentence he carried on. "The lost city of Subterrainia."

"That means we can--"

"Repair our wounded," finished Wheeljack, and took the remainder of Sights' severed torso and placed it on a trolley alongside Courier. "I'll start immediately." He left the balcony overlooking the hall. Hound turned to his fellow Autobots.

"Rest," he instructed. Then a thought came to him. "Brawn? You and Getaway had better check this place out, y'know, for traps and resources. Okay?"

"Got you." The two recipients of the order sped off.

"What exactly is Subterrainia, Trasher?" asked Silverbolt inquisitively.

"You mean you don't know?!" came the amazed reply. "Oh," Trasher realised, "you're an Earthen Autobot, aren't you? Well, ages ago, before, y'know, the War, us Transformers were just living on the surface of Cybertron. Okay? But, as more an' more an' more Transformers came into existence, we decided that it would be an idea to, well, go, quite literally, underground. You following? Anyway, the first such dwelling place was here, Subterrainia. Originally it was massive, a huge city. Then, unfortunately, the war began, and the Decepticons heavily bombed the above area of Cybertron. No-one ever heard from anybody of Subterrainia again, and, as time passed, it, well, sort of turned into a legend. Understand?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so. Thanks."

"The Decepticons are totally sealed off now, Hound," reported Gridlock, who had finished studying the compact wreckage separating the two factions. "Unless they know of another way in. Actually, I doubt they know this place still exists..." He strolled over to Hound.

"Tried to make contact with Prime?" he asked, sitting down beside him.

"Hundreds of times. Perhaps we're too far beneath Cybertron, or- perhaps he's in trouble." Hound's voice trailed off.

"It never occurred to me," began Bumblebee, "but the Decepticons abducting us, after luring us to the ships - what if it was a rouse to get at Autobot City and Optimus?" He waited dramatically for an answer, then added: "Whatever's happening, you can bet our leader's in the thick of the action!"

Optimus Prime was growing impatient. He had been kneeling beside Ratchet for three hours, watching him fuse circuits, gather and bind wires, and countless other delicate jobs.

"You know I'm not one to rush you, Ratchet, but this operation is absorbing precious time. Remember we have to get back to reality - our attack fleet is still waiting."

"Remember I worked on you for 238 hours when you...'died'."

"Yes...yes you're right. Forgive me. That was many years ago, when our war on Earth was still in its infancy."

"We doctors have long memories, Prime. We'll be able to go back once Prowl wakes up. At least, that's the theory."

Ratchet continued reconnecting, sealing, etching and repairing. Optimus kept on waiting, his thoughts dominated by his Autobots - like him, waiting to attack, or waiting to be attacked.

"My ARM!!" screamed Red Alert as it careered away from him, then landed limply on the floor of the communications room of the Celestial. He and the other fourteen Autobots were being collectively thrashed by the Decepticons, who had know discarded the elaborate disguises they had previously donned, in favour of a more physical, and painful, method of attack.

"Hot Spot!" cried First Aid. "Flanker and Sunstreaker need help." He glanced desperately about looking for Sideswipe and Slapdash, but discovered them pinned down by the Combaticon team. Brawl and Vortex clung to Sideswipe's body, the former taking advantage of his bludgeoning strength, the latter grappling with the Autobot's legs, trying to bring him down. Meanwhile, alongside, Slapdash pumped multiple bullets into Swindle's battered torso and, to the evident surprise of the Decepticon on the receiving end, head-butted Blast Off, cracking his visor and sending him toppling backwards to collide with Brawl. Slapdash shot a glance at Sideswipe who grinned triumphantly, and deployed a final punch to Vortex, knocking him unconscious. They both turned to face Onslaught. 
Starscream confronted Tracks and Scattershot, who were successfully defeating two of his men.

"The tide of battle turns against our favour," he concluded. He formulated a plan in his mind then bellowed: "Decepticons! Break off attack, escape plan three. To the ships!" Twenty or so figures untangled themselves from the wreckage of battle and fled through a side corridor none of the Autobots recognised. As the last warrior disappeared a titanium plate slid tightly closed over the opening. The Autobots were without a plan, and were forced to watch the monitor screen as their enemies rocketed off into the velvety suffocation of space in Autobot shuttles. Red Alert scanned the room for casualties, but saw only assorted wreckage and fifteen figures slowly pulling themselves upright, tending to their wounds.

"At least," began Sunstreaker, straightening himself, "At least we escaped with our lives..."

"Yet they had the advantage, really," said Hot Spot, voicing everyone's feelings. "They could have worn us down."

"That," replied Red Alert, dashing over to the control area, "is what makes me suspicious." He punched a few keys and stepped back as a rapidly depleting chronometer melted onto the screen.

"The 'Cons planted a bomb!!" cried Slapdash. "And you've just set it running! We're all gonna die horribly!"

"Whoops," muttered Red Alert.

Getaway burst on to the balcony on which Hound and their comrades sat, shortly followed by the slower Brawn, trailing behind. "Everything's perfectly preserved, Hound," reported Getaway, simultaneously transforming. "As we were checking this place out," he began, "Something occurred to me."

"Go on..." prompted Hound, inquisitively.

The Powermaster obeyed. "There's nobody here. Not a soul. The whole things deserted. Explanation?"

Hound nodded. "They were massacred by the Decepticons. And it follows that they know where we are. Right now they could be sending a search party to find us." He looked directly at Hound and said flatly: "So what do we do?" Hound sprang to his feet and turned to face the other Transformers and Getaway.

"We move out." He paused, and, as if to back up his own decision, and to explain to the doubtful Autobots, "It's far too risky here. Besides - who thought we could remain here forever? We'll refuel, if possible, recuperate. Then we have to find a way out, get word to Prime. Okay?" The assembled collectively nodded half-heartedly. Then a familiar figure came running in. It was Courier.

"You're repaired!" cried Hound, smiling. He rested an arm on Courier's shoulder.

"None the worst for wear, commander. And I know a way out. Now if you but follow me..." He made to leave, and the Autobots rose.

"Aren't we forgetting something?" It was the voice of Wheeljack, who stood proudly in the shadowy doorway. Behind him stood an unrecognisable figure, bathed in darkness. He neither moved nor spoke, but remained perfectly still.

"Sights?" questioned Hound, giving Wheeljack a disbelieving look. "In a way," came the mysterious reply. "Autobots, Hound - May I introduce ..Ammo!" The dark outline moved into a circle of artificial light, revealing a totally re-designed mechanoid. Standing head and shoulders above everybody present, he infused awe into everyone. The new robot was amazingly humanoid - tall, slim and obviously agile, a slim visor fastened around his optical sensors. Two smooth, muscular arms ended with strong hands. A mighty chest was decorated with an Autobot badge. On his thighs were two huge weapons - Neutron Blasters, magnetically clamped, ready to be grabbed and aimed in less than the beat of a robotic heart.

"Are we ready to leave?" the magnificent creation spoke, in serious tones.

"Er...yeah. C'mon." Hound and Courier lead the Autobots down a passageway. They all felt they had a chance now, a faint glimmer of hope that they might finally escape Cybertron to the sanctuary of Autobot City...

Autobot City, and the defences crumbled. Decepticons poured through the city gates, overwhelming the strongest Autobot. Weapons flashed, troops fell. All under the crushing weight of the Decepticons, led by the malevolent Starscream and his fellow warriors from the Celestial. He thought what a superb idea it was to lead an unauthorized attack on the base, straight after sending the Autobots aboard the Celestial to their deaths. The Autobots needed guidance, leadership, or they would be utterly destroyed. They needed Optimus Prime. Unfortunately for them, their leader was still trapped in limbo. The Autobot army continued to fall.

END OF PART TWO 

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