It was a cold Thursday in December, a scant few days before Christmas. The sky began to darken somewhere around 5, and as if heralded by the falling night many people, human and transformer alike, gathered in a huge military hangar. It was the five-month anniversary of Unicron destruction, so that alone was a good reason to celebrate. The human tendency to celebrate during the winter season only ensured that a Christmas party of epic proportions would be held.
That was a few hours ago.
The time read 3:26 AM. Buster was fast asleep, and Marissa Faireborn was kept from the party by her work involving filing an incident among the NAILs just a day prior. While human-transformer relations had improved, this did nothing to help them.
As the representative prepared to clock out and go home, she picked up the pneumatic hiss of the huge base door. The clanking of huge metal feet confirmed her suspicions: Thundercracker had returned.
Now this was normal, barring the late hour, but that co