One Shall Fall.

It is unknown how long me and my fellow Autobots have been stranded on this planet, but one thing is clear about it.

There is energon here.

We have watched this world grow, but they have not seen us. We stay in hiding and feed on the available energon on this planet. The natives do not seem to run on it like we do, and that does not cause any problems.

However, with the abundance of energon on this planet, another problem arises. Megatron.

The man who I once called my brother, who now hordes energon and uses it all for himself, is probably still functioning properly. If he manages to find the energon on this planet, another war could start, and these beings will no doubt be caught in the crossfire.

Me and my fellow autobots have been consuming the energon in small quantities, making sure that we will have as much as possible if the planet's reserves were to ever run low.

For any autobots out there, this is Optimus Prime, and I send to you a message;

Travel to the planet known as 'Earth', and regroup with your fellow autobots so that we can all find a new planet to call home.