Blackness ... that's all he could remember after escaping the Autobot prison. As far as he could tell it wasn't some sort of Autobot trap ... his plan was foolproof. He then finally saw a light, then noticed a large group of other creatures nearby. Once again, there were humans among them. He always did wonder why humans were central in every important event that ever happened.

"How undiplomatic!" Swindle exclaimed as he got up. Various weapons appeared over his body. Notable, there were twin cannons that appeared from his shoulders and extended high above him. Also extending from his shoulders were generators for a shield, ready to be activated. His chest cavity opened up to reveal a gatling gun, already starting to rotate. One hand turned into some sort of gun, while a turret appeared on the other. His trusty scatter-blaster was primed and ready to fire.