G2 Prime: Agh, I hate sand. It's getting into all my servos and grease nipples.
Kup: I think my leg is bung from all this desert trekking


G2 Prime: Hey Warpath, how come all this cross country travel hasn't taken a toll on you?
Warpath: I've got roller skates baby! SKEET!
Kup: They're treads and you should be sinking like a Trypticon on planet Goo. Nothing has been the same since the 'incident'. Not even the darned laws of physics. Ugh.


Warpath: I think I see a Mirage
G2 Prime: Yeah that is natural, we are in a desert afterall with no end in sight. The heat must be getting to you.
Warpath: No, I mean an actual Mirage


*Sound of an F1 vehicle skidding to a halt on a sand dune*
Warpath: See?
Kup: Ah yeh, I sent Mirage out to scout for Soundwave not long after we realised the communications were shot. Mirage, transform and report.


Mirage: Prime? You're back? We thought you had dissapeared for good!
Kup: No this is G2 Prime. He's from the future or something.
Mirage: Oh? Ok.
G2 Prime: Good to see you old friend. Oh look you brought back an antenna thing. Does this mean we can get Foxtel?
Kup: Don't mind him, just report.


Mirage: It took a while and I was running short of premium energon but I managed to locate Soundwave and his band of Decepticons.
G2 Prime: In the future, the Murdoch empire sided with the Decepticons. So out of principle I havent watched Foxtel in aeons.
Mirage: However it was not at all as I expected. They looked to be in about as much disarray as we are. Not what one would expect if they were the ones purposefully jamming our communications.


G2 Prime: However since The Murdochs haven't turned on us yet in this era I am totally allowed to watch Gossip Girl again.


Mirage: ..... Anyway, I have successfully tracked their location. Now that we have the numbers I feel that we can teach them a short, sharp lesson in desert etiquette. If you follow me I will lead you rig//


SHAKK!
Warpath: MIRAGE!


Cliffjumper: J'accuse, you traitorous slag-licker!


Kup: God-donuts Cliffjumper not again!
Cliffjumper: What? I was just about to put a big fat hole in Soundwave's head when I noticed this turncoat leaving their camp. He was obviously on his way to lead you guys into a Decepticon trap. I had to put an end to him.


Meanwhile, high above...
G2 Prime: I'd hate to say this, but this is pretty much how I remember it going down. Except he was in the Conservatory with the spanner.


Soundwave: Laserbeak. Report.
Dreadwing: I have located the Autobots. They appear to be in even more disarray than we are. In fact I only found them so quickly because they caused this big explosion in the dunes. They're killing one another out there.
Soundwave: My sensors indicate you have more data. Do continue.
Dreadwing: Yeh, theres also an Autobot whom I've never seen before. He's hard to describe. Looks like a shortarse version of prime with a glowstick.
Soundwave: Interesting.


Soundwave: Ravage, Report.
Overbite: Errr, my name is Ove...
Dreadwing: Shhh! You idiot. The desert's fried his circuits, just go with it
Overbite: Err, nothing much to report Soundwave sir. Dust storms on the western front.


Snarl: Hey whats going on guys?
Soundwave: ................ Howlback. Why have you transformed yourself into a bad repaint of Steeljaw?
Snarl: Uhh, what?
Dreadwing: If I remember rightly it was for an infiltration mission Soundwave sir!
Overbite: Y'know Dreadwing. What the heck do you propose we do when he tries to fold us up and jam us in there?