Meanwhile, in Autobot City, after picking up the alarm signal, Blaster ran outside to where Rodimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Springer were.
“Hey, boss bot, I got a distress signal from an industrial building.” Blaster said. Rodimus though about it for a few moments, then he said:”Blaster, call Arcee and Bumblebee and send them over there.” Rodimus Prime said as he stares at the white cracks in the sky.
“Sure thing, boss!” Blaster said before running back to his post. “Ultra Magnus, let's go see the progress of the scientists.” Rodimus said as he started walking towards the laboratory.
In the meantime, somewhere in Oregon, in their alt-modes, Bumblebee and Arcee were racing each others on a deserted highway. After, ten minutes, they received a call from Blaster. “Hey, Arcee and Bee, there is a slight change to your mission.” Blaster said through the communication channel. “What is it, Blaster?” Arcee ask as she slow down her speed. “Blaster, what's our new mission?” Bumblebee said as he also slow down his speed. “Your new mission is to go check the industrial building that I will send you the coordinates to.” Blaster said communicating through the communication channel. “Got it, thanks, Blaster.” Arcee said as she closed the communication channel. “Arcee, do you believe it might be Cons?” Bumblebee asked as he was driving next to her. “It might be them, or maybe it's might be an accident that doesn't involve any Decepticons.” Arcee replied, hoping that the Decepticons weren't involved with whatever what was happening in that industrial building, as Bumblebee and her were speeding to that area.
Meanwhile, Tempus woke up somewhere they don't recognize as they felt a strange substance beneath them, it was a yellow beige color as they touch the substance it had a coarse and powdery feeling. “Oh, it's sands. I thought it would have a more pleasant texture.” Tempus said as they got up as they brush off the sand off his frame. “And on top of that my spear is gone…” Tempus said as they realized that their spear was no longer on their back. As they looked around, Tempus could only sand that goes on for miles. “Great… nothing but sand. Think positively Tempus, you may have to walk for hundreds of miles or even thousandth, but maybe you will find someone who could help you find your spear or Vector Prime.” They said to themselves as walk toward the north as they try to reassure themselves as they were lost in a world they only observed before.