A thunderous roar rose up in the distance. Though indistinct at first, the cacophony resolved itself into the sound of dozens of jet-engines roaring from above the clouds. The sound of an invading force of airborne Decepticons filled the air.

“What is he doing?!” Divebomb howled over the din, the ground beginning to shake beneath them. All around, ancient structures rattled, rusted supports snapping and dropping free.

Rampage pointed a paw at the field. “That!”

The once-bare field quickly became a mass of opening panels as autoguns slid free, aiming skyward. Laser fire added to the cacophony as the cannons aimed at nonexistent planes and the falling debris to the edges of the open area.

“We’ve got our opening! Predacons, run for it!” Razorclaw shouted before leaping from cover. His students gave chase, ducking and weaving between the swiveling cannons. Despite Whisper’s distraction, a few turned to track the mechanical beasts, but succeeded only in destroying other emplacements as the Predacons slipped behind them for cover.

“Grate in two meters! Almost there!”

The grate was there, rusted, pitted, and forgotten amid the corroded wastes that surrounded the old temple.

“How long do you think Whisper can stay up there?” Rampage growled as he ripped the grate free from its recessed housing.

“I have no idea.”

“Oh, about two cycles ago,” Whisper replied.

All three Predacons spun, gawping as Whisper gave them a friendly wave. “Neat, huh? C’mon, let’s go! There’s evildoers to smack around! Last one in’s a mudflap! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”



- Do Over