As Cybertron has been successfully restored by the next 6 months, everyone thought that their jobs were done, but as they knew now, it was far from over.

Cybertronian refugee ships of the 13 colonies that excommunicated Cybertron had arrived, with representatives of their own, each of these colonies swearing to Optimus Prime himself, now the head of the reformed Council of Trion, had allowed these representatives as long as they are of earnest and honest behavior. Megatron, the King of Reformation, and leader of the Renegatrons was allowed to represent Kaon, his home as well, while Soundwave acts as the negociator and spymaster.

Prime allowed his weary subordinates to take offs for the rest of month, acknowledging that they are tired from all the restoration. The Autobots themselves had to likely go back doing their old jobs or become managers of their old jobs to enjoy the peace they had.

As for the Renegatrons, well, they had to have freedom doing what they do best aside from their routines. The Combaticons themselves had made a substancial living operating a bar a little way before the Kaon Fortress. Onslaught was the bartender, Swindle did the cleaning, Blast Off was the security head, while Brawl and Vortex enjoyed throwing anyone who disturbed the peace out of their bar.

Skyquake became a weapons dealer where he sold weapons and ammo to anyone who can afford either, while his brother, Dreadwing, was now Megatron's bodyguard. Shockwave remained the scientist, but was kept under explicit watch by Soundwave. The latter did the same to Starscream, who was able to keep his rank as Commander of the Seekers in case the treacherous snake dared make moves against Megatron himself.

In the side of the Autobots, something had to be done at the back of their minds.

"Tag, you're it!"

Cliffjumper leaped toward and tried to touch Arcee when she had her back turned, but she strafed away from his hand.

"You're it!" again, Arcee dodged.

"You're it!" no use, Arcee was right behind Cliffjumper.

"It! It! It!" Cliffjumper tried to tag her at the back, then at the left when she was there, then at his right, but she evaded all three of his hands.

"Arcee!" Cliffjumper whined. "You! Are! It!" he leaped towards her multiple times yet she eluded all three of his telegraphed jumps. In response to him trying hard, she just gave a scrap-eating smirk at her partner.

And off they go, with Cliffjumper failing to even tag Arcee, not even once did he even lay a finger on her.

Afterwards, upon meeting up with Bumblebee, Cliffjumper gave up trying to tag Arcee, because she was too elusive for him. They then met up with Optimus Prime and Warpath, the latter gleefully introduced them someone quite familiar.

"Hello again!" 

Elita One in the frames.

Bumblebee gasped. "You're okay! How are you even here?!"

Bumblebee didn't even want to admit to Optimus himself or to anyone... but the last time they had a mission together at his orders was when they were sent to defend the last Autobot bastion before it fell to the Decepticons. It ultimately fell apart, and Starscream gleefully lead the charge with his subordinates. While he maintained his optimism that day... he remembered Elita beaten at her knees, at Starscream's mercy before she met her end at the hard barrel of Starscream's Null Ray. It caused him to break down and cry, as it was his first brush of trauma for weeks on end because he was very close to Elita back then.

"What do you mean?" Elita asked innocently.

"I mean, I watched you deact-"

Warpath piped up interrupting Bumblebee "NOPE! Never happened!" while holding up his hands far from between his body.

"Bu-"

"NOPE!" Warpath cuts Bumblebee off again. "Everything's fine! Elita. Is. Alive. Nothing bad... EVER HAPPENED!" that yell frightened Bumblebee. So he kept his mouth shut under the pretense that everything was fine.

He still needed to catch up with Elita on what happened to her fate.

For the last two weeks, Grimlock and the Dinobots worked feverishly to make the memorial of Dinobot in Centurion Park, their favorite hangout after returning to their jobs as construction workers, though this time, Grimlock was the manager and the heavy lifter while Slug, Swoop and Snarl were his assistants.

They constructed it in memory of a warrior with assistance of Predaking himself.

Snarl was finished welding the finishing touches of the memorial and regrouped with his fellow Dinobots. "That's done, Grimlock."

"Good. Very good. Now all we need is a plaque. Sludge, make it so, Swoop, the letters!"

Grimlock knew his teammates very well. In fact, he did get along with them most of the time, as he remembered Swoop wanting to be a writer at one point in his life while Sludge just wanted to smelt metal plates for a living in the junkyard hovel he called home. All to make it a turtle that can withstand even the rain. Snarl, well, he loved welding and even wanted to weld swords so that he can sell them to anyone who wants a sword.

After Sludge made the metal plaque at the base of the memorial statue, Swoop went to work on writing the plaque with his talons, though he made sure it was accurate per Grimlock's orders.

So Grimlock had to read the plaque Swoop left out "Dinobot. Warrior. Soldier. Hero of Earth and Cybertron. On earth he valiantly stood against all odds and on Cybertron where he becomes one with the matrix as amongst the greatest of Cybertron."

The statue was composed of Dinobot standing straight up with his feet together with his sword in front, yet both his hands grip the sword solemnly as he faces up front with a cold, serious glare in his eyes.

"Now Magnus!"

"Stand to attention!"

21 Cybertronian soldiers in rows of 7 complied forth.

Magnus then yelled "Ready!" the front row readied their blasters up high. "Fire!" and fired then stood down. The middle row readied their blasters, though higher so that their front comrades would not get deafened by their blasts "Ready! Fire!" and fired their blasters again then stood down. The rear row followed steadily and prepared heir blasters. "Ready! Fire!" and fired their blasters up high.

Luckily, their shots were so high that not one of them even harmed the Dinobot memorial statue.

Up top, Optimus Prime, the Autobots, and even Dreadwing himself saluted in honor of Dinobot as the Aerialbots execute the missing man formation overhead Dinobot's statue.

"As my 'descendant' said: he lived a warrior and died a hero. Let his Spark join the Matrix with the greatest of Cybertron."

They all solemly left after nearly an entire day.

Tomorrow, Bumblebee gathered a variety of ingredients to make his favorite Energon drink: the Cookies N' Milk.

He started first by adding in the usual Energon mixture with cyber-egg, by tapping into the glass  to crack it. After tapping a few times, Bumblebee yelled throwing the cyber-egg into the mixture, though a drop of it got to his faceplate. But he didn't mind.

Next he began to pour data-flour... A lot of it so much so, he screamed. Leaving him dazed and his mixture bar covered in data-flour.

Next step is the choc-chips, but before it is known for him to add it to the mixture, after Bumblebee shoved one into his mouth, he began eating more, like an drug addict.

He placed a spoon to prepare the mixture. And mixed too fast that half the mixture splattered at his face.

He sat at the sink dumping more choc-chips in his mouth.

Before it was even known, he's done making and tried drinking, but he started to whine acting like he was poisoned and fell to the floor, with the cup falling on his face soon after.

As for the Combaticons, they were given a week off by Megatron himself. It didn't surprise the King of Reformation that his subjects were willing to play pranks on anyone, since he agreed on the condition that the pranks should stay harmless. Though Onslaught ensured that no pranks were to be pulled on Megatron or else they would face his wrath.

The first prank they would pull was exploiting Ratchet and his "I needed that" antics. Every time, Ratchet needed a specific tool, Vortex would take it away while Swindle swaps it for the wrong tool Ratchet didn't need, and Blast Off would then give the tools stolen by Vortex to hand it to Bulkhead, causing the latter to suffer from a botched operation of an engine that blasted smoke in his face. After Bulkhead was framed for it, Ratchet yelled at him while the Combaticons laughed their afts off.

Their second prank was just generic and ordinary, dumping empty Engex cans for anyone foolish enough to not see where they were going. When they saw Wheeljack running around their park, they slipped a can in his leg, in which he then tripped at his back upon passing through, though it was Onslaught who came up with the idea.

Their last prank was attempting to replace Shockwave's optics with TWO optics, but it backfired because he found out about their intention, and sent them running out of his lab.

However, in Kaon's palace, there came a familiar face. One that Megatron wished wasn't real.

A femme ex-Deception presumed dead after she was missing in action from her last mission during the last day of the Fall of Cybertron.

Thunderblast herself. And it groaned Megatron that she dared lay herself in his lap.

"Oh, my god... It's been so long..." she said kneeling before Megatron himself. She later got tossed out from his throne.

"Thunderblast. What a time to see you too." Megatron replied sarcastically, though he ignored the snickers from his royal guard.

If there was anything Megatron had known Thunderblast for, is that, she was a venerated fanatic that was willing to do anything for the man in charge just to earn his favor. Megatron had sent her in many missions that were practically suicidal in nature. To his surprise, while he betted the missions could have killed her, it made her the consistent sole survivor. While everyone else that Megatron had sent at her command were dead.

But those missions so far did earn the Decepticons the upper hand over time and she never waived in her devotion to him, the leader of the Renegatrons. Heck, it made Megatron cringe every time she referred to him as her god. It made him uncomfortable when she kneeled before every statue of Megatron and chanted religious drivel in each and every one of them.

In essence, she kissed the land Megatron stepped foot on, in her absurd belief that he was a god made manifest. Perhaps a reincarnation of Primus, as so she thinks him to be. Yet the reason he kept her nonetheless is because she was a reliable warrior, useful for missions that may need her attention. Truthfully, she was amongst his most trusted lieutenants. Yet it was a shame he had not heard from her ever since and while he never admitted it to anyone else, he never liked having her around him. Not. For. One. Bit.

"I suppose you are needed for one thing, Thunderblast."

"And...what would that be, my god?"

"How would you like when you serve the fools keeping me safe as the Captain of the Royal Guard?"

"I will! I will! I will! Thank you, my god! I will never disappoint you in this sacred duty you have given me!"

The royal guards, predominantly the veterans of the war, were feeling sick to their stomachs at the mention of Thunderblast being their new leader.

All while Megatron innately facepalmed. He was many things. But a god is not one of them.

Yet even he, never mind Optimus Prime, could even dissuade or bring down her ironclad beliefs.

The Autobots, Renegatrons and the Predacons, seeing that their sixth month is up and decided to meet Omega Scion who had finished updating the nexf batch of the future they perceived.

"You're back. Good. Good. Are you ready to see your future come to pass?"

They nodded.

"Very well, ready in three... two...one."