“Man those 5 idiots are gonna’ git us kilt.” Striker was pacing about in the back section of the ship, between the mess haul and the war room. “I am a strategist! I should be helpin’ them formulate plans! Unicron isn’t as simple as say. Megatron.” He said aloud to no one in particular. “Why don’t you go chase your tail Striker, do something other then moan while I’m watching TV ok?” Striker looked at Triceradon. With all they had been through together, this was probably the lowest point in their careers, and their friendship. Both of their former commanders the ex-Predacon Magmatron and T-Wrecks had been killed in action. Striker was closer to Magmatron then T-wrecks, but only because he had been assigned to the team by Leo Prime to monitor Magmatron’s behavior. When T-Wrecks took over after his death Triceradon, his closest friend became 2nd in command, and Striker was just another soldier. T-Wrecks and Triceradon were as close as Optimus Prime and Ironhide. So when T-Wrecks went missing, Triceradon took it pretty hard. “Hey, Striker is it? Why don’t you help me?” Striker slinked into the war room to find Hard Head running system checks on the weapons. “What ya need Hard Head?” Hard Head put his hand on Strikers shoulder and lead him over to a Holo-Desk. With a bit more force then necessary Hard Head sat Striker down. “Do you really know Unicron?” Hard head asked, in a very serious tone.
Striker confidently replied. “Yeah! Of course I know Unicron, I was only like, there when he possessed the body of Galvatron and tried to infect Cybertron only to be thwarted by Maximus Primal and Leo Prime, like, yeah I know Unicron.” Hard Head wasn’t amused. “Well kid, I was also there. Not on the same squad as you, but I was there, and I can tell you. That was nothing.” Striker didn’t like his demeaning tone, and slammed his fist on the table. “What you mean nothing? That weren’t nothing! That was somethin’!” Hard Head rose to his feet. “That wasn’t Unicron. That was just a fragment of Unicron. Part of his spark that lives inside Galvatron.” Hard Head flipped a switch activating the Holo-Desk. It lit up in a brilliant blue and orange. Projecting the images of two planets. The blue one was Cybertron. Striker knew that. But what was that freaky looking orange one. “Striker. This is Unicron.” Hard head remarked pointing at the orange planet hologram. “What?” Striker found this a little hard to swallow. “Grimlock and the other Dinobots, and most Autobots can confirm this. Even civilian Cybertronians, the older ones. They know.” Striker needed more convincing. “How do they know?” Hard Head smirked. “It’s funny you ask that, given that there is a rumor about you, that you seem to embrace, that says you’re an original Dinobot.” Striker smiled awkwardly. “Well, I am all original!” They laughed. “Really though Hard Head, how do they know?” Hard Head activated the Holo-Desks data drive.
It played footage of a massive hand slamming into Cybertron and Autobots and Decepticons fighting a planet sized titan. “In the year 2005 Unicron was called by the power of the Matrix to Cybertron. He planned to destroy us all with the help of the Decepticons. If not for the bravery of Rodimus Prime, and the sacrifices made by the Autobots that day, Cybertron would have been consumed.” Striker was kind of shocked. He had heard stories, but never thought them true. “Wait a second. 2005, you weren’t even online in 2005 Hard Head, how do you know about it?” Hard Head didn’t seem himself anymore. “While I was activated well before 2005, I didn’t encounter Unicron that day. I was training at Autobot Academy, and as an instructor I had to see to it that my cadets were safe. That is were I met my future teammates. Chromedome, Highbrow and Brainstorm. We formed an awesome team, and had some pretty crazy adventures, even pioneering Headmaster and Targetmaster technology with the help of the Humans and the Nebulons.” Striker thought that if he were telling the story, he’d be generally proud. But Hard Head was just depressing. “As you probably know. There are no more Headmasters.” Hard Head looked Striker dead in the optics with an expression so serious he felt it in his spark. “Because Unicron ate them.” Striker was shocked. “I was the lone survivor.” Striker felt for the poor guy and understood why he was upset with this mission. “I’m sorry to hear that Hard Head. But I tell you what? This group of Dinobots ain’t going down without a fight.” Hard Head gave a hopeful smile. “Well alright!”