Two years…

Two years post-battle, and life's as chaotic as ever. More Autobots rolled in, bringing Skids, Mudflap, Sideswipe, and the Triplets into the mix.

I got a height upgrade – now 14'4". Just short of being Bumblebee's twin, but hey, size doesn't matter... or does it? Alt-forms still refuse to budge, probably need a cube shard for that or something. Got some shiny new toys from Ratchet and Ironhide – hive rockets for a buzzing entrance and a saw that uses my back rotors like blackout but more durable. My blaster? Upgraded to pack more punch and a fancy combo feature.

Most days, you'll find me chillin' at the Witwicky garage. I did a bit of Autobot duty, hunting down straggler Decepticons. Figured out who the internet vibes and channelling TV recommendations to Ron. He's my go-to for humans and their peculiarities.

Yet, my memory's playing hide-and-seek. Forget Transformers movies; I'm getting memories from Cybertron – snippets of the Cybertronian Rusty, the supposed alias and the Cybertron thing got me scratching my helm.

Original name? John Lockheart. Warehouse worker at 28, pre-Transformer days. Jotting it down; probably won't matter though. Time for Sam's college adventures – hoping the sequel is as thrilling as the first. Fingers crossed, but I won't hold my breath.