Prologue

"Get Elita to the vessel!" yelled Optimus as he held the horde of Decepticons at bay. Elita One, the sparkmate of Optimus Prime, raced with the others as fast as she could to get to the vessels so that she could get off of Cybertron, which had gone dark.

"Come on Elita, you can do it," said Ironhide, as he blasted some Decepticons behind him, to prevent them from getting to Elita.

"I'm trying, 'Hide, I really am. I don't think I'll be able to make all the way.

"Bumblebee, give me some cover fire!" yelled Ironhide, picking up Elita and charging forwards at full throttle.

"Got it," replied Bumblee in pure Cybertronian and not in Basic, which was the language that was most common throughout the universe. Soon Ironhide arrived at the vessels, which were shaped like pods. Arcee, the twin sister of Elita helped Elita into a pod, which had a preset location programmed into it.

"Come on, Arcee, there's enough room in here for the both of us," said Elita, as Ironhide got into the pod as well. "And I'm going to need some help with the sparkling."

"I'm sorry, Elita, but I'm going to need to help Optimus here in Cybertron with getting as many autobots off of here. You know how Megatron is going to be when he finds out that we are planning an exodus."

"Come on Elita, we'll see them soon," said Ironhide, putting his servo on Elita's shoulder. "We need to get you and the sparkling out of here." Elita's optics dimmed before she submitted herself to her fate.

"Very well. I'll see you sometime soon," said Elita, before the vessel launched off of Cybertron. As Elita flew, with the sparkling in her stomach, the vessel rocked from enemy fire from the ground. Down below, Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Optimus fought their way through hordes of Decepticons to keep the hope of the autobots, the Arc safe from Megatron. Elita turned away, as looking just made the loss of leaving Optimus even harder. Many cycles passed as the ship flew through space.