🏠 Scrapyard HQ – That Night
The lights inside the base glowed dimly, casting long shadows across the workshop. The hum of old machinery filled the background. Cade sat at a metal table, sipping lukewarm coffee, while Sofia focused on a live feed showing Leandro's team trekking deeper into Area 19.
📡 Status: Area 19 – Alpha Team, inside subterranean tunnels.
Sofia muttered,
"He should've cleared the first level by now… but the map hasn't updated."
Cade raised a brow.
"Could be signal disruption underground. Or…"
TAP—TAP—TAP.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway.
The side door creaked open. A man stepped in—early 30s, sharply dressed in a white shirt, black tie, matching blazer and slacks. He carried a laptop bag over one shoulder. A silver name tag hung from his neck, reading:
> ISAAC DELAVEGA
Senior Systems Engineer – CYBREX TECHNOLOGIES
Sofia turned and froze.
Sofia
"…Isaac?!"
The man blinked, startled—his eyes scanning the room filled with projection tables, mini Cybertronian gear, and total strangers.
He pointed at Cade.
Isaac
"…and why is that guy—a known former tech fugitive—standing in our dad's garage?"
Cade stood slowly, folding his arms.
Cade
"Yeah, well… I didn't expect Leandro's long-lost brother to actually exist."
Isaac tossed his bag onto the table.
Isaac
"I was just dropping by after work. My company's new HQ is a few miles out. I figured I'd see Sofia—not walk into a Transformer command center."
Sofia, blunt as ever:
"Welcome back, big bro. This is our life now."
Isaac approached the screen showing a pulsing energy waveform.
He frowned.
Isaac
"…What the hell is that? That's not a military signal."
Cade
"That's Spark activity. Specifically, a viral Spark strain we call Necrotron. Leandro's inside Area 19 right now, trying to recover old Autobot remains before it spreads."
Isaac's eyes narrowed at the rising energy chart in the corner of the display.
📈 Spark Emission Level: INCREASING – Pattern Shift Detected
Isaac
"Wait… this isn't just increasing from contact. This is… feedback."
Sofia, stepping forward:
"What kind of feedback?"
Isaac, voice now colder:
"One of the Sparks is… responding to us. But it's not coming from Area 19."
Cade stiffened.
Cade
"You're saying there's another active location?"
Isaac's fingers flew over a virtual keyboard. The map zoomed out, highlighting a zone west of Area 19.
🔍 Signal Source Shift: 78 KM FROM AREA 19 – UNREGISTERED ACTIVITY
Isaac
"This region's supposed to be dead land. But look—satellite imagery shows impact traces. Something small... but heavy. And hot. Like a meteor… or a reactivation event."
Sofia
"You mean like… something landed?"
Isaac hesitated.
"Or something woke up."
Just then, one of the screens flickered—blaring a soft alert:
🚨 PING: UNKNOWN SPARK SIGNATURE DETECTED
Cade leaned closer.
Cade
"Whatever that is… Leandro doesn't know it's out there yet."
Sofia turned to her brother.
Sofia
"Isaac… if you're staying here, we need your help. Leandro's risking everything out there."
Isaac paused, staring at the sister he hadn't seen in months. Then he nodded slowly. He shrugged off his blazer, rolled up his sleeves, and activated a sleek wrist device that unfolded into a portable interface.
Isaac
"I never wanted anything to do with aliens or Sparks. But if my brother's involved... then fine. Let's take on some intergalactic horror together."
Cade cracked a half-smile.
Cade
"Your family's something else."
🌌 Cut to: Night Sky Over Area 19
Above the desert, the stars shimmered silently.
Suddenly—a flash of violet lightning sliced across the sky. Brief. Unregistered. No radar caught it.
But far below… something stirred.
🌍 Military Command Center – Surveillance Division
In the shadowed control room, several intelligence officers monitored movements across the globe. One screen tracked Colonel Lennox's team, showing a blinking icon deep inside Area 19. Another feed monitored a satellite sweep... this one zooming slowly toward Noah's location.
The screen displayed a subtle notification:
> "Ghost Intelligence Asset: Noah Díaz – Tracking Enabled"
An officer muttered,
"Someone's watching both teams. And it's not from inside our system..."
Back at the scrapyard, Cade was pouring over mission logs when the front door creaked open. A man stepped in—dressed in a sharp black suit, crisp shirt, and a name tag clipped to his chest. His hair was neatly combed, briefcase in hand.
It was Isaac DelaVega, Leandro and Sofia's older brother.
He paused, surprised by the unfamiliar people in the house.
Isaac
"Okay… either I walked into a war room… or someone forgot to tell me the garage is now mission control."
Sofia looked up, surprised.
Sofia
"Isaac? I thought you were still working late?"
Isaac, setting down his bag
"I was. But traffic sensors picked up a high-energy signal near our coordinates. I came straight here."
Cade approached, eyeing him up and down.
Cade
"You must be the tech guy. Isaac, right?"
Isaac, nodding
"Yeah. I'm the sibling who didn't inherit the talking car obsession."
Just then, warning pings echoed from the surveillance monitors. Sofia turned and gasped.
Sofia
"The signal! It's moved again!"
Isaac spun toward the console and quickly pulled up the live trace.
Isaac, shocked
"No way… It's in London now. At Stonehenge."
Cade, grim
"That place… it's no coincidence. Optimus fought there once. The AllSpark energy runs deep under those stones."
Sofia, softly
"Our parents live in London..."
Isaac paused, tense.
Isaac
"And if the Spark is headed there… they could be in danger."
Cade, more quietly
"Not just them. There's someone else I know who still lives there…"
Sofia raised an eyebrow.
Sofia
"Let me guess. Your ex?"
Cade gave her a look but didn't answer.
Leandro and his team crept deeper into the abandoned facility. Ironhide kept watch at the rear, while Wheeljack scanned ahead.
Suddenly, Bumblebee stopped in his tracks. His optics dimmed, then brightened again.
📻 "Wait… it's gone."
Everyone froze.
In the center of the chamber—where the Spark once glowed—a fine ash remained. Glowing faintly. Cold. Still.
Leandro, stepping closer
"It… disintegrated?"
Tyler, eyes wide
"Or got erased."
Wheeljack ran his scanner through the air.
Wheeljack
"There's still trace Spark code in the dust. Not enough for full reconstruction… but enough to be dangerous."
Leandro slowly reached into his vest and pulled out a small containment vial. He carefully collected the ash.
Leandro, turning to Noah
"I can't keep this. If I get infected… it's over. You hold onto it."
Noah, hesitating
"Bro… are you sure?"
Leandro, serious
"I trust you more than I trust myself right now."
Noah carefully took the vial. It pulsed faintly in his hands—unstable. Alive.
Just then, Colonel Lennox appeared behind them, out of breath.
Lennox
"I've just received word from HQ. Area 19 is being sealed. Tomorrow morning, they're wiping it clean."
Tyler
"Like… erased?"
Lennox, nodding
"As if this place never existed."
Leandro stared down at the now-empty Spark chamber. He whispered:
Leandro
"It didn't die. It moved."
🌫️ Meanwhile – London, England
Mist blanketed the ancient stones of Stonehenge.
Beneath the surface, deep within the hidden earth, something stirred.
A soft violet glow pulsed under the central monolith. Cracks formed in the soil—tiny fragments of Spark energy drifting up like ash… and then reforming.
From that ash, a figure emerged.
Damaged. Half-buried. But alive.
Eyes opened—deep blue, full of memory and war.
And then a voice. Faint. Cracked. But familiar.
Optimus Prime, whispering
"Cybertron... is not finished."
His body collapsed back into the earth—too weak to stand.
And near him… another energy signature flickered in the dark.
An alert blinked softly across his internal systems:
> NECROTRON HAS AWAKENED.