Tailgate's plight to save Earth's machines from abuse leaves him feeling strangely...empty.
Part One -Rescue
"Hey is that my--?" the blue Autobot asked accusingly as the Minibot scurried past him. He had simply been minding his own business when he saw the white mech hurrying down the Ark's golden-hued hallway. Strange as the mech was, he seemed to be acting funnier than usual.
"No, it's not, Pipes!" the running white and teal mech called back without turning his head.
"Do you even know what I'm talking about, knucklehead?"
"It ain't yours whatever it is!"
"Tailgate, if I find out you've been raiding my collection again I'm going to break into your quarters and bust up some of your 'friends'! I'll take some 'prisoner'! You understand me?" he yelled down the corridor, shaking a chrome fist. Pipes didn't like it when Tailgate would occasionally swoop in to "rescue" some items from his museum collection of Earth gadgets and trinkets. He had taken too much care t