Smelting Yard, outskirts of an Energon mine. The battle is in full swing. Blaster fire painted the sky. Bumblebee ducked behind a slag heap, radio static crackling in his audials as Arcee’s voice barked orders.

“We’ve got a new one on the field—small frame, fast, tearing through our line. Anyone got optics?”

Bee peeked around the corner. Decepticons everywhere. But one figure cut through the chaos like a spark in a fuel line.