Slag, Sludge and Snarl were trumping through the desert in search of their commander Grimlock. Had they known a song, or how to whistle, they may have done so. But on this day, not even idle banter stirred. Snarl was busy running scans and calculations on a dwindling Energon supply, while the other two, just walked. Snarl led them towards a nearby rock formation for a bit of shelter as the wind had kicked up, and the sand was clogging his hydraulics. “Bit windy out today isn’t?” Snarl looked at his comrades who stared back at him. “Yeeaaahh.. Wiinnddyy..” replied Slag, in a very uninspired manner. Sludge seemed preoccupied by something. He ventured behind the rocks and dug about in the sand. He seized a small square shaped object. A disk of some sort. “What is it?” asked Snarl, beginning to scan it. Sludge just shook his head. The blue disk began to glow, a strange form of Energon emanating from it. It was refreshing and alarming. The three Dinobots stepped back as a small Transformer appeared before them. “No! My sweet dream! The red sports car!” The tiny robot seemed to sulk for a moment before looking at himself. “Oh no! I’m the red sports car! It was a nightmare! Freud be damned!” The little bot was lying in the sand pounding the ground with his fists. “Um.. Hello?” Snarls query startled the little guy. He looked up to see their faces, obviously displeased at what he had found. “Oh, Maximals, and you’ve got older bodies too. How nice for me, to be tiny and useless.” The bot looked around as if he wanted to flee. “Who are you?” asked a confused Snarl.
The little bot took a confident pose and pointed to himself. “Me, I’m just one of the Autobots ace Mini-cons! Defender of Earth and right hand man to Optimus Prime! The name is Sideburn.” Snarl had heard that name before, but didn’t know he was a mini-whatever. “I have heard of you, but weren’t you, bigger?” Sideburn shot Snarl a sinister glance. “Yeah! I used to be awesome, still am, just, in smaller doses.” Sideburn was amusing himself. “This big green Meany named Megatron micronized me. Probably cuz’ I was chasing his girl.” Sideburn kept up his smile, but Snarl’s knowledge and time with the humans allowed him to detect a sad truth to the small bots words. “I am Snarl.” The little bot jumped up. “Snarl, as in the Maximal Snarl that’s kin to Alpha Trion?” Snarl laughed, and shook his head. “No, the Dinobot Snarl, and this is Slag and that’s Sludge.” Sideburn looked over the other two, not wholly impressed. “Never heard of ya, in fact, I thought Dinobots were extinct.” Slag and Sludge looked angry. Snarl leaned down to get as close to face to face with the tiny robot as he could “Well we aren’t and any implication otherwise would be foolish” “Yeah!” replied the other two Dinobots in unison. Sideburn shrugged it off. “Alright! Ok! I get it! You’re alive and stuff! So what do we do now?” Snarl looked out across the horizon. “We continue to look for Grimlock.” Sideburn seemed content with that. “Long as you guys don’t slow me down, or get me caught by the cons’ we are good to go. Oh! And keep an optic out for one more of those disks like I was in. Liftor is around here somewhere.”
“How did you get here?” Snarl prodded. “Well, I was on a ship with some other old Maximals and a group of Autobots. This rookie Duststorm, a real good mechanic and builder joined Liftor and Me. We’re helping these Maximals look for their missing friends, when this dumb Dino, no offense, teleports us off the ship. Well teleports them off the ship, they just threw us mini-cons out the air lock.” Sideburn didn’t look like he had enjoyed that. “Well your safe with us. We’ll smash any con’ that gets in our way, and enjoy doing it!” Snarl gave him a thumbs up, and Sideburn smiled.