The tank emitted a mechanical chirp and released its magnetic clamps. The vehicle popped from Prime’s arm and launched into the air with a cannon-blast. With the barest hint of effort Megatron swung his stump into place and the tank latched on with a loud clang and a mechanical hiss. At the end of the motion the cannon was aimed directly at Prime.

Optimus wiped mech fluid--whether it was his own or Megatron’s he wasn’t sure--from his faceplate. The tension was interrupted by the low chirp of a communicator. Prime kept his gaze on the cannon pointed at his chest.

“Go ahead, Prime, answer it.”

“Comm open.” Prime hissed. “What is it?... They what?! I told Rodimus to…”

Prime paused, his optics narrowing yet glowing with rage.

“Prime out.” The Autobot commander looked over at his bodyguard. “Ricochet.”

“Uhh… yes, Prime?”

“We will discuss this later.” Optimus narrowed his optics, edging away from Megatron. “In the meantime… gather up your minions. Autobots, retreat!”

The Autobots reverted to their vehicular modes and began driving away at top speed. The Autobot Targetmaster guns latched onto their partners and laid down suppressive fire, forcing the Decepticons behind cover long enough for the Autobots to make their escape.



- Do Over