After leaving the base, Bumblebee drove over to where Mikaela was working. As they arrived, (YN) was taken aback by the sheer size and scale of the whole building before them.

(YN): "Once again, even when she isn't here, Mikaela always continues to find ways to shock the hell out of me." He said in awe as he climbed out of Bumblebee, now wearing a blazer and black slacks.

Bumblebee: "<Better suck in that gut when you go meet her, boss.>" He whirred.

(YN): "Shut it and go park yourself, Bee!" He snapped while giving a kick to Bumblebee's tire. Bumblebee drove off to a parking spot, and he walked inside, clearing his throat. He walked up to the front desk. "I'm here to see Mikaela Witwicky."

(YN) walked off to where the woman instructed him and he saw Mikaela, waving to her. Mikaela spotted him and got up from her desk, running into his arms.

Mikaela: "What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.

(YN): "Well, just thought I'd come and give my wife a happy hello." He shrugged, hugging her back, even lifting her off her feet. "Wow, you told me this place was big, but I never expected it to look like Buckingham Palace with cars."

Mikaela: "And he's a really amazing guy." She stated.

(YN): "Is he?" He quirked an eyebrow.

???: "(YN)." Called out a voice.

(YN) now turned to see a man with black hair and dark blue eyes wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and a Bel­staff Road­mas­ter jacket walking up to him.

Gould: "Dylan Gould." He introduced himself, shaking (YN)'s hand. "Wow, you look more intimidating in person. Jasmine told me you looked tough but, man I am definitely impressed."

(YN): "Thanks, I get that a lot." He chuckled a little. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gould."

Gould: "Please, call me Dylan. Mikaela's told me a lot about you." He stated.

(YN): "Right back at you. This place is amazing." He breathed, looking at the height of the building.

Gould: "Thank you very much." He laughed. "It leaks. Before Mikaela came to help run the collection, it was just a complete mess. But now, the restorations are back on track. We're going to Pebble Beach this year, and we're gonna get a trophy for that stand right there." He gestured to the trophy wall. "You know why?" He asked, then gestured to Mikaela. "Cause this woman right here, is my secret weapon."

Mikaela: "Dylan, please." She giggled "You're exaggerating. All I've done is help you get organized."

(YN): "'Dylan'?" He repeated, cocking an eyebrow, slightly losing his smile.

Gould: "Oh, you have done much more than that, my Duchess." He praised.

(YN): "'Duchess'?" He repeated again, fully lost his smile. "Going off of a first name basis and nicknames?"

Gould: "Yeah. The Duchess." He nodded. "You know, when she came to work for me, I said, 'It's easy to manage a country. Try managing a priceless collection of art'." He now gestured over to a parked vehicle. "Take a look at this 1939 Delahaye 165 Cabriolet. Designed by a Frenchman. Look at the curves. Elegant, isn't it? Beautiful. Sensual. Built to evoke the body of the ideal woman."

(YN): "Wow. Spoken like a perv." He muttered to himself under his breath. He could also see Gould was glancing at Mikaela.

Gould: "Come on." He said next, motioning for them to follow. "My dad had a $10 desk and a dream, and he built it into an empire." He directed them into another room with various vintage automobiles and neon signs. (YN) whistled again in amazement. "We're the largest accounting firm in the US." He stated proudly. "I started up the venture side after he passed. Invest in the future. Try and bet on the winners. See, collecting cars helps me keep my sanity."

(YN) nodded before he saw a number of photos with Gould and Mikaela hung on the wall next to some various cars. Some with Gould being... rather too close to Mikaela.

(YN): "You two look... good." He breathed out, all the while with holding back so much pent-up aggression of seeing Gould with his wife.

Mikaela: "That was a good day, Dylan." She said looking at one of the photos.

Gould: "I haven't seen that one." He then pointed at another.

Mikaela: "No." She replied, shaking her head in agreement. "Me, neither."

After being given the tour, (YN) and Mikaela both exit the building and walk to where Bumblebee was parked. Gould waved at them as they leave, making (YN) give a fake smile and Mikaela waving back.

(YN): "Mikaela. Please don't wave." He begged through gritted teeth.

Mikaela: "What's the problem?" She asked. "Dylan's my boss. My job pays for our food, our rent."

(YN): "And my job keeps the places where you go to get the food INTACT." He shot back. Mikaela covers her mouth and laughed.

Mikaela: "You're threatened by him!" She teased. (YN) opened Bumblebee's door and laughed hysterically while getting in.

(YN): "Threatened?! No! What's there to be threatened by? His money? His good looks?" He listed. "The fact that he gives glances at my wife and gets rather uncomfortably close to her in photos?"

Mikaela: "Aw, is my hubby mad?" She joked, giving (YN) a playful smile. (YN) abruptly slammed Bumblebee's door extremely hard.

Bumblebee[Stereo]: "Yo, why you messin' with me man?" He said with feeling with his radio.

(YN): "Sorry about that, Bee." He apologised. "Please get in the car." He asked to Mikaela. Mikaela opened the door and got in the passenger seat.

Mikaela: "(YN), tonnes of guys have gotten close to me and tried stuff, yet I've handled them perfectly well." She said to (YN).

(YN): "Yeah? Well, it's the type of guys that still pry, even when you've told them no." He then gestured at Gould. "And that 'Dylan' is at the top by far."

Bumblebee[Stereo]: "Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let you down!" He chimed. "Never gonna run around and deser-" (YN) slammed his right hand on his radios power button, cutting off the music.

(YN): "Just drive, would you?!" He grunted. Bumblebee chirped and revved his engine, now driving off.

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While this has been happening, the Xanthium, the Autobot spacecraft, was making its way towards the Moon. Onboard were Optimus, Ratchet, and Elita One. The ship is 350ft tall, 60ft in diameter, outfitted with 5 large and 6 small rocket engines. It had been built and designed by the Wreckers, and brought in the second wave of Autobots to Earth.

Optimus: "Xanthium approaching Tranquility base." He informed to NASA, bringing the vessel in for landing nearby the Apollo 11 landing site.

Houston: "This is Houston. You are a go for landing." They responded back, the Xanthium heading forth towards the dark side of the moon.

Soon enough, the Xanthium lands on the moon nearby the Apollo 11 landing site. The craft still there along with the American flag Neil Armstrong set up back in 1969.

Soft sounds of radio chatter in the background with a few rovers rolling along. The three Autobots checked on their systems, taking note of how pretty Earth looks like and they know what they're fighting for.

Optimus: "Ratchet. Elita. Let's roll." He announced and the two Autobots now heading forth towards the crashed remains of the ancient Autobot spaceship.

Elita One: "This is definitely gonna be something." She mused to herself, she and the two males approaching the old remains of the Ark.

Because the moon's gravity was about one-sixth's of Earth, the fastest way to travel on foot is by skipping. By doing so, it didn't take long to reach the crash site of the Ark. Since the entrance had been blocked off with debris and lunar rock, the three Autobots have no other option than to cut into the hull of the ship. The trio now used their lasers to cut through the steel and alloy of the vessel, allowing all three of them to enter the ship.

Optimus: "We're entering the Ark." He informed over Comms to Houston.

As the three entered what was the Bridge of the Ark, they shined their headlights at the sight of the bodies of the Autobot crew that lay in their seats and across the floors around them with the fallen debris laying with them. Everyone on board was dead.

Elita felt her voicebox hitch in her throat as she gaze at their fallen comrades. She looked over to Optimus, who placed his hand on her shoulder plate to provide comfort to her.

Optimus now noticed a pressure button on one of the control panels of the ship and pushed it down. The floor in front of them, which was a circular shape, spun slowly as it split in half and opened. A small platform rose from the shadows of the floor, lifting up something from below deck as it went, revealing a 37ft tall red robot with a helmet like Optimus, while having strands of metal like a beard or moustache, while there's five metallic column-shaped pillars floating up around his form. They have found him. The body of Sentinel Prime. 

Elita One: "There he is. Sentinel Prime." She realized in awe. Ratchet took a scan of Sentinel's body.

Ratchet: "His levels are faint." He informed to Optimus and Elita. One of the pillars with a red glow floated over to him as he crouched down to grab it. "He locked himself away, to guard the pillars."

Optimus: "Sentinel..." He gently picked up the motionless body of Sentinel. "You're coming home, old friend." He said sincerely.

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A day or two later on. The African Savannah, a tropical grassland with warm temperatures year-round, and with its highest seasonal rainfall in the summer. The savannah is characterised by grasses and small or dispersed trees that do not form a closed canopy, allowing sunlight to reach the ground.

The elephants and zebras around the savannah grazed amongst the grass, or even drinking water at the watering hole. Birds sit in some trees nearby, as they await for their time to take flight. But then, the peace and quiet, and the calmness of the watering hole, was then interrupted by something large approaching them, and coming to a stop with a hiss and crunch of metal.

What had approached the watering hole turned out to be a MACK Granite M915 Line-Haul Replacement Tractor and Trailer tanker truck. But, this truck looke like it has seen better days, and looke more worse for wear. There's some metal jutting out of the front of the truck's grille and bumper, along with some metal up on the roof of the truck's cab, whilst chains and cables are wrapped around the front and back of the truck, along with a large tan-coloured torn-up tarpaulin being draped over the back of the truck.

Suddenly, gear shifting sounds begin to emanate from the vehicle. The entire truck started to shapeshift and morph, metal parts flying about the rising form, the chains clattering and sliding across the body, transforming into a human-like shape, but at a towering height. At the same time, the tarpaulin seemed to wrap around the top half of the form, as its transformation ended.

The end result is a Cybertronian standing 37ft tall, with a broad chest, a thin waist, thick lower legs and arms, along with broad shoulders, the body looking to be a male. The chains are wrapped around the chest like it's trying to hold it all together, whilst the rust seemed to fall out of spots across the body. The hands look like that of rusty old hook claws, while the feet are shaped like boxy elephant feet with claw-like toes on the front. A set of truck tires can be seen on the inside of the ankles, whilst another can be seen on the back heels, with another hidden in its back.

The tarpaulin seems to wrap along the shoulders and helm of the being, covering it like a masked hunter. Speaking of the helm, it takes the form of what appears to be a helmet with two spikes sticking out from the sides of its face, along with three spikes jutting out backwards from the forehead and two spikes either side of the facial plate. The face is the scheme of a grey colour, while it's scarred and rusted, but the right part of its facial plate and helm, just above the optic, looked like it had been ripped apart, revealing some bare metal underneath, along with part of the mechanical electrical brain, and the facial plate had red optics, along with sharp triangular shark teeth.

This was none other than Megatron himself, scarred and battered after the Battle of Egypt three years prior.

Megatron narrowed his optics at many of the creatures surrounding him. He gave out a low roar, scaring off the wildebeest and the zebras, making them run away, heading off deeper into the savannah. Megatron walked along for a few feet, then reached his right hand over to something on his back, and pulled out what looked to be a large shotgun, which was rusty but amazingly, still functional as a weapon. He gave a low growl, as some elephants lifted their trunks to Megatron, then began to walk away into the savannah in their herd.

Megatron: "All... hail... Megatron." He growled, giving his name out, then placed his shotgun back into place behind his back.

Megatron walked up some kind of small junkyard camp in the savannah, a place of salvation for the rusting Decepticon. As he does so, he took off his cloak, now stomping his way into the camp, and the Lensmeter Decepticons get to work repairing his frame.

Three years after the Battle of Egypt, Megatron has been hiding out in the plains of Namibia, Africa, in exile. There, still visibly bearing the scars of his battle with Optimus Prime, he spent most of his time sitting on a ramshackle throne of junk, with Starscream, Soundwave, Laserbeak, and Igor to command. He regularly went out to find food for the Hatchlings that lived in a collection of oil drums at the camp, occasionally scaring the local wildlife with his roaring and bellowing. Fortunately, he has a plan in the works regarding the 1960's Space Race.

Megatron: "Ah, don't be greedy, my fragile ones." He mused, feeding scraps of Energon to the hatchlings that were squeaking and growling in hunger.

Just then, a sound of an approaching vehicle can be heard in the distance ahead of Megatron. Megatron narrowed his optics and see an arctic camouflaged M1126 Infantry Carrier Vehicle coming towards him. Then it started to transform into a robot. Once it was done, it revealed its robot form. This robot is a Decepticon that stood about 30 feet tall, with two front wheels on each forearm, and two rear wheels on the lower legs, and it has four toes on each foot. He was heavily armored with the front as its chestplate and the sides as its shoulder and thigh armor, and his arms and thighs are in a dark red color. It has a silver head with gold highlights and bright red eyes.

Megatron: "Wreakage." He recognized.

Wreakage: "I have returned, Lord Megatron." He spoke in a cold, robotic, yet calm voice, taking a bow to Megatron.

Just then, the sound of a jet could be heard in the distance, and coming in fast. Megatron looked to see a F-22 Raptor with Cybertronian markings flying past, only for the jet to slowly start to bank around to the right. The Raptor flies in, but as it got close, it broke apart and began to change form, becoming Starscream, and landed on the ground nearby Megatron and next to Wreakage, kicking up some dust in the process.

Starscream: "My poor master." He began, speaking with his deceiving tongue. "How it pains me to see you so wounded. So weak." He expressed. Megatron grunted in annoyance.

Megatron: "Spare me your theatrics, you gaseous sycophant!" He snapped at Starscream, smacking a Lensmeter off his head. "You know what you were told, which is nothing."

Just then, a vulture starts to take off, but it gets shot to pieces by Laserbeak's machine guns who had flew in. Soundwave stepped into view, after shifting into robot mode, just as Laserbeak perched on his right arm.

Soundwave: "Soundwave reporting, Lord Megatron." He announced to Megatron.

Megatron: "And what news from our little assassin?" He asked, referring to Laserbeak.

Laserbeak: "Autobots have taken the bait. They have discovered the Ark, and returned with its cargo." He informed to Megatron, his voice dark and sinister.

Megatron: "Excellent." He nodded while he stood to his feet, then turned to Wreakage. "Wreakage. Retrieve the cargo and deliver them to me."

Wreakage: "It will be done, my Lord." He bowed.

Megatron: "You did me great honour, tracking that ship to the moon." He takes a Lensmeter off his chest. "Your human collaborators have served their purpose, Soundwave." He crushed the Lensmeter and flicked it away, and turned to face Soundwave. "It's time to eliminate loose ends." He declared, and Soundwave nodded.

Soundwave: "Laserbeak - kill them all." He ordered Laserbeak darkly.

Laserbeak: "With pleasure." He acknowledged, and fly away to pick the collaborators off one by one.

To Be Continued...