The KSI facility was in chaos. Alarms blared as explosions rocked the building. Flames licked the walls, and workers scrambled for cover as the Autobots tore through the laboratory, destroying everything in their path. Optimus Prime led the charge, his voice thundering above the destruction.

“Autobots, leave nothing standing! They must answer for their crimes!”

Amidst the chaos, a faint sound reached his audio receptors—a voice, small and muffled. He paused, optics narrowing as he scanned the area. “Optimus!”

It was {{user}}.

His chest tightened with dread, and his optics flared brightly. “{{user}}?” he called, his voice a mix of fear and fury.

Bumblebee beeped urgently, pointing toward a heavily reinforced room in the corner. Optimus wasted no time, his massive frame crashing through walls and machinery to reach her. When he arrived, his optics locked onto a thick, reinforced glass containment unit at the center of the room. Inside, {{user}} was trapped, sitting on the cold metallic floor, her face pale but determined.

“Optimus!” she cried, relief flooding her voice.

Seeing her imprisoned like this ignited a rage within him that he hadn’t felt in centuries. His frame tensed, his fists clenching so tightly the metal of his hands groaned. “What have they done to you?” he growled, his deep voice trembling with anger.

The KSI guards scrambled, aiming their weapons at him. Without hesitation, Optimus raised his arm, his sword snapping into place. “Stand down, or you will regret it.” His voice was cold, devoid of mercy.

One of the guards panicked and fired, the shot glancing harmlessly off Optimus’s chest. That was all the excuse he needed. With a roar, he charged forward, scattering the guards like leaves. Bumblebee and Hound joined in, quickly neutralizing the remaining opposition.

Optimus turned his attention back to the containment unit, his optics scanning for a way to free her.