In the oil fields of Iran, there is a new threat menacing Earth. Crude, recently arrived from Cybertron, stomps across the salty barrens, heading towards an oil rig. His single, red optic peers out at the world, as Crude approaches the rig. Workers on the derrick shout in surprise at the sight of the Decepticon, quickly fleeing their place of toil. Boomslang watches Crude and Sandstorm trade bullets and gouts of flame, keeping an eye out for any ordnance that he could guide in with his spotting lasers. So far it looks like Crude is handling things, though.