It was your standard workday as a Cybertronian. Try to forget the pains and aches of injuries, fill up a meager bit of Energon, and go kill the enemy. Except today was different. When you reported in, or got off of the hab slab, your barracks was oddly silent. And then slowly it dawns to realize that everyone was gone. Gone. For Thirty Eight sweeps now, everyone has been gone. The entire factions. No broadcast, very few clues. Everyone is missing. So how do you handle isolation? What war do you fight when there's nobody left? What IS left? Find out as we explore a world without Transformers.