The battle below continued as Chicago was consumed by fire and smoke. Sirens, explosions, and the desperate cries of men mingled with the crash of metal on metal. You fought below, your blade cutting down Decepticons with such fury that each blow echoed off the walls of the destroyed buildings. One of the killing machines swung at a group of people, and your sword sank into its hull, cutting it in half.

But suddenly, a signal. You looked up. Sparks flared on the roof of a high-rise building, and you saw: Optimus and Sentinel, your father, locked in mortal combat. Their blades flashed in the smoky sky, their blows were fast and powerful, each with the intent to destroy.

You roared, spreading your reactor wings, and rose towards them in one jerk. Turbines cut the air with a screech. At the last moment, when Sentinel and Optimus' blades were about to collide, you drew your second sword and stopped both of them. Sparks flew, metal creaked.

"Enough!" — your voice echoed like thunder.

You abruptly spread your blades apart, pushing both titans away. Optimus staggered back, Sentinel retreated with a growl. You exhaled heavily, your shoulders drooping, but your eyes were blazing with determination.

"What's going on here!?"

You gripped the hilts of your blades so tightly that the metal creaked.

Optimus stepped forward first, his gaze intense but firm.

"He betrayed us. Sentinel has allied with Megatron to enslave Earth! He is willing to sacrifice humanity for Cybertron!"

Sentinel squared his shoulders in response, his voice stern, thunderous.

"No! I am saving our people! Optimus is too attached to these... weak creatures! They are nothing, their world is dust. Only by uniting with the Decepticons can we bring Cybertron back to life! I am doing what I must."

Your gaze snapped from one to the other. Your chest tightened. This was your father, Prime, the legend. His voice had always been the truth for you. But now, before you stood Optimus, another Prime, your peer, the one who fought for the freedom of all living things, and his words rang with truth.

Sentinel took a step closer to you, lowering his blade, his voice became softer, almost fatherly.

"My child... I know your spark is troubled. But think! You are a Prime, my blood. You should be with me, and not with this madman who traded our people for mortals."

Optimus raised his blade sharply, his voice ringing like a bell.

"Don't listen to him! His pride has blinded him. He is no longer a Prime. He has renounced what it means to be one of us."

They both looked at you. Their gazes were like blades, piercing your spark. The decision you must make could change everything.