“They must have something to have for themselves, do you not agree? What better gift than the proof that they’re merely works in progress?” Prime pushed Ricochet aside and placed a hand on the control lever. “I had intended to tear you apart myself, Megatron, but fate has finally given me my due. With this trap I will destroy you and make it back to the Ark with plenty of time to make the launch window.”

A loud clang echoed through the chamber, forcing both Autobots’ gazes upwards. With a thunderous boom, steam billowed from the ceiling, pipes and ancient tiles plummeting, as a golden streak bore downwards.

Ricochet howled as Razorclaw plowed claws-first into him from above. The robotic wolf spring-boarded off the toppling Autobot, sailing through the air towards Optimus. Claws and fangs blurred through the air, but Prime quickly sidestepped.

“You mangy, impudent cur! Your pointless attack is too late to save your master!” Prime snarled as he reached out for the lever.



- Do Over