"And that will be all... for now."

Haunting words to live by. But it managed to keep them going as it may. For the six months that followed, every Cybertronian had worked their afts off to make their home planet hospitable. Breaks amongst the Cybertronians were sparingly few since every one does their part in rebuilding. Optimus Prime visited the recently reconstructed Iacon Archives frequently for answers in regards to the Golden Disk. But he found very few sources, fewer accounts still reliable.

On the ending weeks of the 6th month...

On the process of rebuilding Iacon, the Autobots were shocked to find out that a diplomatic party of their former enemies had arrived.

"I call upon thee Optimus Prime! We have diplomacy to settle in the matter."

The former Emperor of Destruction, Megatron himself calls for the Last Prime. He stepped forth.

"Speak, old friend."

"I, Megatron, the King of Reconstitution, leader of the Renegatrons, have offered you this. The Treaty of Trion!" Megatron gave off a scroll-like data byte to Prime. Shocking him still, as he read.

"We wait for your offer, Prime."

They waited for what seemed to be an eternity. As Prime, Ratchet and Perceptor debated amongst themselves on the matter.

"Is Megatron serious in offering this?" asked Ratchet.

"It seems like it. Independence of Kaon and former Decepticon territories, which means we give half of Cybertron to the Renegatrons, an emergency alliance in the event of Unicron-level threats emerge, free trade with the Renegatrons, the list goes on..."

"Megatron, these offers I cannot guarantee, but what can you do to ratify this treaty?"

"Only of the assurance that none of my Renegatrons do not illegally cross to your territory, cause no incidents of any sort with the Autobots in exchange for clemency."

Debate sparked further and further amongst the Autobots... Until Prime answered...

"Very well, Megatron. The Autobots accept the treaty."

"Smart move, Prime."

Per the Treaty of Trion, the Renegatrons had what they wanted. When Iacon was rebuilt, Prime looked with hope as communication with the colonies was restablishing.

Meanwhile, Bumblebee, Smokescreen and Arcee drove around the streets of the recently built Iacon in their vehicle forms, now somewhat unsure of what next to do.

"Any plans you boys got?" Arcee asked.

"Was gonna hit the Tranquil Square for relaxation. It's been a long time since I have been finishing the touches of the Iacon I grew up in." Smokescreen said.

"Same thing for me." said Bumblebee.

"Heh, well mind if I cut in? Supply officer duty's pretty tiring you know."

"Sure thing Arcee."

Once they arrived, they found the Square somewhat empty but they found a mysterious chest of sorts. Curiously, Bumblebee tries to open the chest, but he was stopped by Smokescreen.

"Bee, wait. Are you sure that's safe?"

He looked to the chest and returned to his comrade. "No. Only way to find out." He walked to the chest.

Arcee, worried for her younger friend, prepared her blasters in case. Same with Smokescreen.

When Bumblebee reached the chest, he kneeled and tried to open it, but the chest shone a bright light that knocked him away.

Both Arcee and Smokescreen went to check on him. "You okay?" the latter asked.

When he opened his optics, both of his older comrades were shocked...

"Bumblebee... Your eyes..." Arcee tried to point out.

"What?"

She pulled out a mirror for Bumblebee to see...

Bumblebee jumped back in shock upon looking at himself.

His optics had changed from blue to silver.

"What the?! What happened to my eyes?!"

Minutes later, arriving at Ratchet's clinic...

"Well, this is certain unexpected. You opened a mysterious chest in the Tranquil Square, you get blinded by the light that follows and you assumed it to be a Renegatron trick?" Ratchet assessed shining a flashlight on Bumblebee's silver optics.

"Pretty much, Doc. How's my optics?"

"Well, with your colors changed from blue to silver, as the humans say, your blaster bolts should provide a silver color lining which according to Cybertronian legends, is much stronger than blue or red bolts.

"So, is it bad?" Bumblebee asked confused.

"Only if you misuse it, Bumblebee. The good news is, your blasters should provide enough power to break through most of the hardened chassis ever made by the Titans. The bad news is... it is permanent."

Arcee and Smokescreen gasped. "You mean there's no way Bumblebee's optics can go back to blue?"

"Ever. But thankfully this doesn't affect your daily take of Energon. I'm sorry son, there's no way I can reverse this transformation."

Bumblebee looked down, prompting Arcee to put a hand in her shoulder. "Oh man, how am I gonna tell Optimus about this..."

"Optimus will understand, Bee. I'll let him know." Ratchet assured.

In the recently built fortress of Kaon...

"Lord Megatron! We've made ready with the Repair Chambers!" Shockwave announced

Ever the pragmatic, Megatron asked... "How soon can it be available to the Renegatron public?"

Shockwave made calculations "About a solar turn from now, milord."

"Have you tested it yet?" he asked.

"Not yet, but we planned to right now."

Shockwave presented forth a sickly Cybertronian coughing up Energon coarsely.

"Now, tell us your name." Shockwave asked.

"M-m-my name is Stalwart.... and- ack! I'm dying..."

"Well, would you like to go inside the R-Chamber? It is guaranteed to make you anew."

Stalwart looked at the chamber frightened. Megatron looked with steely intrigue in his optics.

"Yes, s-s-s-sir..." The R-Chamber's doors open, promtping Stalwart to go inside. When the R-Chamber closes, it presented forth a ever glowing light as the poor Cybertronian screamed, but he felt the pain leaving him.

After a cycle, Stalwart came out, a newly reformed Cybertronian.

"By Primus.. my illness... it worked! I'm cured!" he cheered.

"Excellent... very excellent. Shockwave! I want this to be available ONLY when we have not enough volunteers and too many patients!"

"As you wish, milord."

On the rebuilt favored spot of Ironhide, the Knocked Down A Notch...

"So I says, hey, why didn't you get that key? Well, that's cause it' just got Lockdowned!" Cliffjumper joked, doing stand-up comedy.

Few of his audience laughed.

"Oh come on! Cliff's gotta make better jokes than that!" Bulkhead complained.

"It's your fault. You gave him your data pad." Wheeljack pointed out.

"Well someone had to! Not like I asked to be created with stage fright!" he argued.

Ironhide just merely facepalmed.

Elsewhere, the Combaticons, now heading Kaon's security, began to wonder what would be next for them.

"Blast Off... I was just wondering..."

"Yes, Vortex?"

"What's in it for us now that the Auto-buckets are getting peaceful with us?"

"I dunno... not that I care anyway!"

"I suggest maybe we can play a few harmless practical jokes on them?"

Both looked at Brawl confused.

"What's a practical joke?"

"Breakdown told me. Said it's a way humans would play amongst themselves without getting hurt. He gave me this." He revealed a data slate titled '1001 Human Jokes.'

Vortex gleefully took the slate from Brawl and laughed. "Yes... this will do.... but to be fair, we're not breaking the peace with this, right?"

"Yeah!" Blast Off and Brawl said obviously.

Swindle joined in, taking the slate from Vortex...

"Hehehehe, I can do this to take some scraps off the Autobots and their 'freedom is everyone's right' malarkey..."

"No fair Swindle! I got it first!"

Vortex got repulsed by a hand to the face by his conniving subordinate. "Wait a cycle, Vortex. I can spin some headplates with this textbook..."

In Iacon... the Aerialbots finish construction of the Iacon Cyberport, a spaceport that accepts nearby Cybertronian ships passing into the planet's orbit...

"Optimus, are you okay? You seemed to be silent..."

"Ratchet... about those Golden Disks in the future..."

"Yeah, what are they?"

"According to Alpha Trion, not only are the Golden Disks the paving stone for our society... but they are messages left behind by us should we become one with the All-Spark..."

"You mean to say this because..."

"Because you are my deepest friend. I trust you as much as I trusted my friends. I wondered what messages would we leave for the Maximals once our times in Cybertron are over..."

"Hmmmm... Perhaps we should leave the Maximals with everything we know so that it will never be forgotten. Everything."

Prime rubbed his chin. "Let us get to work on our on finding these Golden Disks one day."

"With what? We have no ships."

"We have a spare ship, old friend." Prime assured. "Wheeljack?"

"Yes, old friend?" Wheeljack said standing to attention.

"Prepare our spare cruiser and bring Bulkhead along. We need to find those Golden Disks."

"On it, Commander."

"Optimus, wait! Who will be in charge of rebuilding Cybertron? We've almost finished the rebuilding!"

"Ultra Magnus will take charge. As will you."

Ratchet looked stunned but he kept his mouth shut and nodded.

Elsewhere, the Dinobots were fighting simulacrums of their former enemies using their Beast Forms. But Grimlock notices something within Slug.

"I must... Feed!" Slug roared and tried to eat Sludge but Grimlock intervened.

"Let go of me Grimlock! I want something to eat! I-"

"Slug, what in Primus is wrong with you?!" Being physically stronger, Grimlock slammed Slug down as the latter tried to wiggle his way out of his leader's grasp to no avail. It wasn't long till Slug went back to his senses.

"Oh... Oh no... Am I going mad? I must be outta my mind, I-"

"Calm down Slug. You were just losing control of yourself." Grimlock assured.

"But I can't stay! I don't belong here Grimlock, I'm a danger to myself and to you all!"

"Now why would you think like that?! You're my pal for the sake of the AllSpark!"

Grimlock stood Slug up and...

"Now... Remember what Tigatron said buddy..."

6 mega cycles later, he saw his friend depart with a spare ship, similar to the one that Unicron destroyed yet much sleeker.

The Autobots and the Renegatrons were watching the first half of the previous viewing, though only those that had not seen the first view of the future yet. In a separate theater far from Omega Scion's. Luckily, the Cybertronian ancient gave them what they had missed. To those that already seen them, it was the opportunity to react to what they have overlooked before.

"Them Maxies are outta their headplates thinking that dumping them stasis pods in orbit's a good idea!" Jazz commented.

"Megatron, blowing up the Energon in that mountain? Is he mad?!" asked Jetfire.

Grimlock and the Dinobots cheered when they saw Dinobot beat the scrap out of Megatron with his bare hands.

"Hahahaha, you got that bug Rhinox! That'll show him that back stabs aren't for you! KA-BLAM!"

"That must be the probe Prime talked about. No wonder the aliens were getting antsy!" commented Breakdown.

"That rat's got quite the gall to lie to his allies and his enemies just to find out what's going on with their scrap-ups." Air Raid commented.

"Good show, Rattrap, you earned a commendation from me!" quipped Perceptor as Rattrap managed to reconfigure Sentinel, nearly costing him his Spark in the process.

And so the reaction went on and on...

As Optimus Prime, Bulkhead and Wheeljack arrived back to Cybertron with the seven Golden Disks, Prime mused while holding two of the seven Golden Disks...

"The Golden Disks... The forefathers of the civilization we stand in. Primus entrusted Alpha Trion to ensure that Cybertron would prosper amidst the clans to reunite... To a society never held strong before... Until pride, greed and ambition divided the society we have rebuilt, undo what has been achieved or marginalise them to irrelevance, and soon doomed our beloved planet into war. Alpha Trion perished but his legacy and knowledge is carried forth by the Disks themselves, each uploaded with his wisdom that will ensure that while peace may not last forever, it will ensure to preserve the memories of our times. His memories. To find these in a week is worth the legacy in his honor... As did the Sparks of those that had lost their lives needlessly...."

"We couldn't have done it better without you, Optimus." Bulkhead complimented.

"Thank you, Bulkhead."

"That aside, Omega Scion should have the next line of viewing ready by now... Wanna go back to him?" asked Wheeljack.

"Send word to the Renegatron envoy and the Predacons. We must return to Omega Scion at once." Prime transformed then drifted off to Omega Scion's theater.

In his theater the ancient Cybertronian was working on improvements on the Orb of the Future, when suddenly his audience had unexpectedly shown up.

"You?!"

"Hello again, Omega Scion. Missing the Alpha lately?" joked Cliffjumper. Everyone cringed or booed at his joke.

"I see you are here now. You've known that Primal has perished by now. Yet you are curious to see of what will happen to the Maximals now that their leader is gone?"

"I hoped that a viewing would give us the answer, Omega Scion." Prime spoke out.

"Very well, take your seats, the viewing is about to begin..."

AN: Yeah I know, I suck at intermissions.