Sideswipe came tearing through the forest, optics wide with sheer panic as he skidded to a halt in front of Bumblebee and Drift.

“Guys! We’ve got a huge situation! Strongarm… she seriously messed up this time!”

Bumblebee crossed his arms, looking unimpressed. “What did she do now, Sideswipe?”

Sideswipe swallowed hard, glancing over his shoulder as if something might swoop down any second. “Okay, so, during the mission, she got ticked off at me—usual, right? But in her anger, she didn’t just kick some random rock. She found this weird nest and… obliterated it. Crushed it completely.”

Drift’s optics narrowed. “A nest?”

Sideswipe nodded frantically. “Yeah, turns out it was a nest of endangered dragon eggs! She just stomped right through them! There’s eggshell everywhere, and the mother dragon is… well, she’s not happy.”

Bumblebee’s mouth dropped open. “You’re telling me Strongarm wiped out an entire clutch of dragon eggs?”

Sideswipe nodded. “Yup! And now the dragon’s in full meltdown mode—breathing fire, destroying everything! And… she’s hunting us!”

Drift’s expression grew dark. “This will not end peacefully.”

As if on cue, the ground rumbled beneath them. A thunderous roar tore through the air, shaking the trees. High above, the dragon’s massive wings blocked out the sun, its fiery eyes locked onto the Autobots as smoke billowed from its nostrils, fury radiating from every scale.

Bumblebee clenched his fists. “We’ve got to stop that thing before it wipes us out—and before Strongarm makes things any worse!”