It was a cloudy day, the new Autobot City was calm and peaceful. While everything was quiet, Nightbolt was givin guard duty. He stood there and watched until he saw a suspicious figure within the perimiter. Curious, Nightbolt transformed and went to investigate, his shiny, black and orange paint job glistening in the snow. The wheels on his car mode modified fo the icy conditions. When he reached the figure, he transformed and walked up to him. "Greetings, what might you be doing here?" Nightbolt asked. The figure's only reply was cold laughter. The figure's face morphed from the usual paleish silver to a sinister shade of crimson. For some reason, Nightbolt blacked out, the last thing he remembered was the cold laughter. When he woke up, he was in a dark, metalic-looking chamber. The first thing he noticed was he wasn't in his usual black and orange muscle car body, he had a deep red paint job, large, bulky gray arms, and he was balanced on a single, small wheel with a larger one on his back. He looked around and he saw many other robots that looked exactly like him. Then another robot came in. He was larger than the others, he was yellow with purple stripes which seemed to give off a wasp like appearance, he looked alot like the others, but Nightbolt knew the wasp like 'bot was somehow more important than the others. The yellow 'bot than ordered Nightbolt and the other 'bots to move out. Nightbolt followed the orders, but he could only think of one thing, "What the slag is going on?"