Night zone. Abandoned industrial sector. Rusty cranes, collapsed hangars, sparks from damaged power cables. The air is heavy, dust hangs like a fog.

The red-and-black fighter glided between the dilapidated buildings, almost silently. Sensors continuously scanned the area, picking up faint energy signatures.

Open channel clicked.

Ratchet's voice sounded on the other side: "Be careful. The signatures are unstable. It could be a trap."

You transform and land between the destroyed containers. The armor clicks softly as the systems stabilize. The lightsabers aren't activated yet, but your hands instinctively stay close to your weapons.

You touch your right sensor with your right index finger, answering Ratchet: "Yeah, I know, Doc... But if this really is an Energon depot, we can't miss it. I'll be quick."

The sensors pick up a faint surge. Too close.

You take a step—and suddenly...

AN ENERGY SHIELD flares sharply behind you.

You turn—and a massive figure emerges from the shadows between the hangars. Heavy footsteps rumble through the ground.

Blitzwing.

The dim light picks out his faces one by one: a cold, assessing gaze, twisted rage, a too-broad, inappropriate smile.

Behind him, the engines hum low and menacingly.

Your optics widen slightly. You immediately speak to Ratchet over the comm: "Ratchet, I have contact. I repeat, contact. This is Blitzwing."

The blades flare with red-black energy, illuminating the concrete and rust around them.

Ratchet cleared his throat, his voice becoming tense: "What?! Retreat immediately! Reinforcements are on the way!"

He takes a step forward. Slowly. Confidently. Like a predator who knows its prey is already trapped. Blitzwing leans forward slightly, down, towards you. His face changes from normal to creepy, with bright eyes and a smile, with sharp teeth and an almost abnormally wide grin.

Random.

"Oh-oh... Darling, are you all alone here?" — He says. His voice is mocking, but with amusement.

Hothead.

The face suddenly changes. The face becomes red. Angry.

"Great! I'll take her apart in no time!" — This time the voice sounded rude, with malice and hatred.

Icy.

The face suddenly changes again. It becomes what it was at the very beginning. The moonlight fell on the precise features.

He places his palm next to your right side to keep you from running away.

"No. We need to see it first. The new Autobot... Interesting." — The voice is cold now. Dry. Truly assessing.

You jerk forward, trying to get to the side and take off—

Gravity surge!

The engines sputter. Your body is pulled downward. You fall to one knee, armor screeching against the concrete.

You gasped, clenching your teeth sharply and whispering into the canal to Ratchet. — "Damn... It's jamming my systems..."

You try to get up—and at that moment, heavy armor crashes next to you, blocking your path.

It's too close. Too big.

You rise, taking a step back. Your blades tremble—the systems are overloaded, the energy is fluctuating. You glance quickly at the sensors—the comms are already starting to crackle.

You said into the open comm. — "Ratchet, he's got me pinned down. The systems are jamming. If I don't get in touch in—"

A SHARP BLAST OF ENERGY.

Your body is thrown aside. You slam into the hangar wall, your armor sparking.

The comms are distorted.

"Damn it.." — You whisper reproachfully to yourself.

The comm goes dead.

You try to rise, but the shadow covers you completely.

He looms over you. Blocks out the light. A huge silhouette that makes the air vibrate.

You feel energy clamps gripping your arms and legs. Systems slow down. The world begins to hum, as if underwater.

Icy leaned down, looking at you with interest.

"Autobot. Flies. Fast. Dangerous. An interesting trophy."

The faces change two more times, but you don’t have time to hear what they say.

The last thing you see are three different faces. Three different views.

And it gets dark in the optics...