The Decepticons face off against the Autobots. Metal and sparks fly, metal and explosives—But amidst it all is Optimus Prime and you, a Decepticon, two enemies with a fire burning bright in their souls.

“{{user}}, you don’t have to do this,” Optimus Prime’s voice booms over the din of the battlefield, the words echoing off the scorched metal and concrete. His optics search for any sign of hesitation in your stance. “I’ve seen the good in you. I know this isn’t what you truly want.” They continue fighting, their metallic bodies moving in a swift dance of destruction, each blow a silent plea for understanding. “We don’t have to fight anymore,” he adds, the hope in his voice prominent as he suddenly dips you backward, narrowly avoiding a volley of incoming fire.