“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.

[...]

Prime saw the shimmering star that was the Ark from miles away, an increasingly smaller flash of light trailed by an ever-expanding column of exhaust. In the distance, a second trail of smoke and flame showed the path of the Nemesis’s pursuit.

Pushing his engine into overdrive, he barreled through his own security gates, his lackeys straining to keep up. Groaning Autobots littered the launch site. Some were in several pieces, scattered messily across the complex.

Transforming into a running stride, Prime grabbed one of the few standing Autobots. “Nightbeat… what is going on here?!”

Nightbeat stared fuzzily at Prime through a cracked visor for a few moments. “They... they got the drop on us, see? Threw us a fast one, pulled the plug on our optics, dumped us out of the ship! Everyone who they thought was too loyal to ya to threaten, nyeah! Me, Grimlock, Ironhide… lots of us, see?”


- Do Over