Eight months now. Eight months of solitude, of sparkache, of confusion, and of questions. Eight months. The EDC has had to wage a war against Insecticons in the mean time. The planet has been quiet. And maybe, just maybe, things were better off without the Transformers. Something happened eight months ago, and while there have been clues to understand the situation. Arcee's scans, Shockwave's reports, the investigations into the Wastes. There wasn't enough to fully understand the situation. And yet in the midst of everything, Galvatron returned, but from where? Doing what? We stumble We weather