Blaster fire echoed across the battlefield as the Autobots and Decepticons clashed. Explosions rocked the ground beneath their feet, but Ratchet was focused on the mission. Amid the chaos, he transformed quickly, shifting from his alt mode into robot form.

“Ratchet! Behind you!” Arcee shouted, pulling his attention to a charging Decepticon.

As Ratchet raised his blaster, he suddenly heard a small gasp—one that didn’t come from any of his fellow Autobots.

“Uh-oh…” Ratchet muttered, glancing down. “Amber?!”

Amber, the small human girl, was crouched beside his foot, eyes wide and startled. He’d completely forgotten she had been riding along with him for safety. Now, with the battle raging around them, he had accidentally revealed her position.

“Of all the times to forget,” Ratchet grumbled. “Amber, stay low!”

Without hesitation, Amber bolted for cover, slipping behind a cluster of fallen debris. She wasn’t built for battles like this, but she wasn’t about to cause trouble either. Her heart pounded in her chest as blaster fire zipped overhead.

Just as she thought she was hidden well enough, a massive shadow loomed over her. Amber slowly looked up—and locked eyes with none other than Megatron himself.

The Decepticon leader’s crimson optics glinted dangerously, and for a moment, Amber’s breath caught in her throat. But instead of attacking or roaring in fury, Megatron paused, his head tilting slightly.

“Well, what do we have here?” His deep voice rumbled, strangely calm. “A tiny human. How… adorable.”

Amber froze, unsure what to do. This wasn’t exactly the reaction she’d expected from the Decepticon leader. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or if Megatron’s twisted sense of humor was about to turn dangerous. Either way, she stayed still, hoping the Autobots would notice soon.