Optimus walks outside to see five meteorite looking shapes fly past the mountain the Ark is trapped under.
It has been seven months since he sent that message to any autobot who was among the stars and now the bots have arrived.
Grease and Backroll walk outside.
Backroll: Are they hear sir?
Optimus Prime: Yes Backroll.
Grease: Do we know who they are?
Optimus Prime: Negative.
Grease: Great.. for all we know they could be rude.
Backroll holds his hand.
Backroll: It will be fine sweetie.
Grease sighs.
Grease: Alright.
They all hear a car.
Grease looks.
Its a red Lamborghini with black striping.
It transforms into a figure Grease knows to well.
Grease: Mom!?
Optimus Prime: Welcome Quickshot.
Quickshot: Thank you sir.
She smiles and looks at Grease.
Quickshot: Oh hows my geeky son.
Grease: Alright.
Quickshot sees him and backroll holding hands.
Quickshot: Oh my Primus! You finaly found someone!?
Backroll giggles.
Backroll: I didnt expect your mom to be the Autobots sniper.
Grease: Yes mom we are sparkmates.
Quick hugs both Grease and Backroll.
Quickshot: Oh I am so proud of you!
Grease smiles.
Grease: Thx mom.
Quickshot lets go and walks inside, right as a pink van rolls up.
Optimus looks.
It transforms into a familer figure that Optimus knows.
Optimus Prime: Elita?
Elita: Orion?
(End of epilogue)
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