The desert sands were hot, the air shimmered with heat, and in the distance the dark stone ridges loomed like giant sentinels guarding a secret refuge. You are Optimus's sister, Prime, who carried the weight of leadership on her shoulders. The world had changed after Chicago, but the Autobots still needed a purpose.

Your figure towered over the hot dunes. The wind raised golden dust, reflecting the reflections of your armor. Around you, one by one, those who still believed began to gather.

Bumblebee appeared first, with a slight roar of his engine. His bright yellow body glinted in the rays of the sun, and his antennae-ears trembled slightly when he saw you. Behind him came the heavy steps of Hound, his massive body rumbling as if an entire arsenal was moving with him. Crosshairs, ever the brash one, tossed his cape lazily over his shoulder, his green optics flashing with sarcasm.

And finally, steps filled with discipline and calm confidence. Drift stepped out, bowing his head as if greeting you as a ruler. His appearance stood out even among the Autobots: the smooth lines of his armor, the curved blades on his back, and the Bugatti emblem shining on his chest. He moved like a warrior of the old codes, his voice low and respectful.

"Lady Prime…" — he bowed slightly, crossing his hands on the hilts of his katanas.

"In the hour of darkness, a true leader reveals himself. Your brother is gone, but his spirit lives on in you."

Bumblebee came closer, quietly playing a melody over the radio interference - a reminder of hope. Hound muttered something, lighting another holographic cigar.

"Well, since we're all here... it's time to decide where to go next, right?"

Crosshairs snorted, leaning on his blaster.

"Move? We're already in the palm of the world's hand. The people hate us, the Decepticons are waiting for us to stumble."

Drift turned his gaze to you. There was something more than simple respect in his optics. He was waiting for your word, like a samurai waiting for an order from his daimyo. To him, you were not only Optimus's sister, but also a new Prime whose decision could unite the Autobots scattered across the planet.

"Tell us," — he said with quiet strength, — "where to point the sword and the heart."

The wind carried echoes of distant rumbles to your audio receivers, like the echo of battles to come. Everyone fell silent, waiting. Now it was your turn.