šļø Scene Continues ā Noah and Tyler at the Abandoned Sector Seven Zone
The sun had barely risen when Noah DĆaz and his partner Tyler Reeve arrived at the edge of a forgotten canyon, hidden behind rusting fences and the remains of an old military checkpoint. The faded emblem of Sector Seven still clung to a six-meter steel door, weathered and broken, but not yet gone.
Noah stepped out of the military truck, eyes scanning the worn entrance.
"This place gives me the creeps," he muttered. "Feels like every bad secret got buried here."
Tyler, always a bit too casual, jumped down after himāhalf-zipped jacket, his GI badge tucked just above his chest. He tapped on a holo-tablet connected to the gate's ancient systems.
"If history's waking up, we just have to bury it again. Deeper, this time."
š” BLIPā¦ BLIPā¦ BLIP.
"Signal matches," Tyler confirmed. "Same spike I found last weekāSpark wave readings, but corrupted. Like it's alive... but broken."
Noah frowned. "There's no record of any active Cybertronian in this zone."
CLANK. The door shuddered.
A groaning sound echoed out as the steel gate creaked open, revealing a path that led down into a buried underground facilityālined with flickering wires and gutted machinery. The air grew cold. Humming static crept into their earpieces.
Their helmet lamps turned on automatically as they stepped inside.
Tyler read the faded Cybertronian inscriptions on the wall. "This isn't a vault. It's a prison."
Noah stopped. "Prison for what?"
They entered the main chamber. At its center stood a tall cylindrical coreādark steel with glowing blue veins pulsing faintly. Suspended within it, a dim Spark flickered in redāburning like an ember, fading... but not gone.
Tyler narrowed his eyes. "That's not a normal Spark. That'sā"
SFX: ZZZZAAAAARRRRK!
The Spark surged violently.
Symbols of the Decepticons flashed across the chamber wallsāthen vanished.
A low voice rumbled through the stale air. Cold. Inhuman. Familiar.
"We... are not gone."
"We... evolve."
"We are... Necrotron."
Noah instinctively stepped back. "Tyler, we need to get out of here. Now."
Tyler frantically typed commands into his tablet. "Too late."
On the screenāoneā¦ twoā¦ three new red dots lit up on the global map. Active Spark signalsā¦ and they were moving.
š Cut to: Deep in the South Asian Mountains ā Unknown Location
Buried under satellite wreckage and ice, an old Transformer's body stirs.
Its optics flicker blankly. Its voice dry, mechanical.
"Commandā¦ received."
"Sparkā¦ assimilating."
š°ļø Global Intelligence HQ ā Sub-Level 5, Washington D.C.
Heavy steel doors slid open.
Noah DĆaz and Tyler Reeve moved swiftly down the corridor lined with alien tech panels, patrolling sentry drones, and elite operatives in dark green tactical uniforms. The air was thick with urgency.
Tyler leaned against the lift wall, tablet in hand, data pulsing on the screen.
"Three Sparks went active. Two are on the move. One's already gone."
Noah nodded, jaw tight.
"This isn't just some glitch. Necrotron is awake. And it's spreading."
š„ G.I. Command Center
At the heart of the facility, Commander Hartley sat behind a massive holo-console, surrounded by real-time maps, Cybertronian telemetry, and encrypted chatter from every continent.
As Noah and Tyler entered, her eyes locked onto them.
"DĆaz. Reeve. Your field report triggered a global-level anomaly alert."
Noah dropped a secured drive into the console.
"It's not an anomaly, ma'am. It's a remnant. A leftover from the Decepticon war. We found a Spark... not just alive, but infectious. Sentient."
Tyler added, "Not AI in the usual sense. This thing's viral. Intelligent. A bio-digital entity."
Commander Hartley tapped a hidden command, unlocking a classified archive labeled: SECTOR 7 | MEGATRON FAILSAFE FILES ā 2009
"This isn't the first time we've seen energy readings like this. Sixteen years ago ā Egypt. The Fallen."
Suddenly, the back door hissed open.
Enter: Seymour Simmons. Older. Greyer. But no less loud.
"You're telling me Necrotron is back?! You're pulling that ghost out again?"
Noah blinked. "You've gotta be kiddingāhe's still alive?"
Simmons barked, "Alive, paid, and still haunted by the memory of a robot turning into a freakin' pyramid!"
He stormed up to the display, pointing at the dark Spark capsule from Noah's footage.
"That's not just a fragment. That's a primary infection node. And if one's active, others will follow. You think Megatron left this behind for decoration?!"
Hartley cut in.
"The question is: do we wait until a city vanishes, or do we strike first?"
Tyler and Noah exchanged a look.
Noah's voice was calm but firm.
"We're going to need help. Not from humans... but from the ones still standing. Still fighting."
Simmons nodded, a rare moment of sincerity in his eyes.
"One name's been circling in the background of recent Spark traces. College kid. Engineering prodigy. Leandro Rowan DelaVega. Intel suggests he may be... linked to a surviving Spark."
Hartley leaned forward.
"Find him. Make contact. Or the world will fallāone Spark at a time."
š§ Texas ā Cade Yeager's House, Midnight
Cade had just dropped onto his bed, ready to finally enjoy a quiet night after a long day fixing up old junkers. Outside, the crickets chirped lazily. The house was peacefulā¦ for about five seconds.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
His bedroom window rattled loudly.
Cade groaned, rolled over, and peeked out the blinds.
"Seriously? It's midnightā¦"
Outside the second-story window, two massive metal figures stood in the darkāCalmpdown and Jolt, their optics glowing blue.
Calmpdown transmitted urgently,
š» "Cade! You need to see this. Now."
Jolt followed, his voice steady and low.
š» "Spark signal. But it's... corrupted."
Cade opened the window, already pulling on his jacket.
"Every time you two knock at night, it's never for pizza."
āļø Backyard Garage ā Cade's Workshop
Jolt projected a hologram from his shoulder moduleāan unstable red Spark hovering, pulsing erratically.
The data showed coordinates, fluctuating Spark waves, and something else: an old Decepticon signatureā¦ but mixed with a strange digital virus.
Cade stared at it, jaw tightening.
"You sure this isn't just war junk? Some echo from the old days?"
Jolt shook his head.
š» "It's active. It's connected. And it's moving."
Calmpdown added,
š» "We haven't seen anything like this since the last invasion. And now it's spreadingāfast."
Cade looked closer at the hologram: Nevada. South Asia. Washington D.C.
Red Spark points glowing across the map.
He took a slow breath. "This isn't just nostalgia. Thisā¦ is the beginning."
He turned to the two Autobots.
"Get the truck ready. And don't tell Tessaāyet. I need to know what we're walking into before she gets pulled into this again."
Calmpdown nodded.
š» "Should we try reaching Optimus?"
Cade stared into the dark night.
"If this is as big as I think... we might not be able to reach anyone. But there's someone who might already know."
Jolt tilted his head. "Who?"
Cade answered, firmly.
"Leandro."