The quiet hum of engines filled the evening air as Optimus Prime’s team patrolled the outskirts of the city. Arcee and Bumblebee were scanning the area, ever alert for any sign of danger. The vast field ahead seemed peaceful, but something caught their attention.

“Wait… over there,” Arcee said, her optics narrowing as she spotted a lone figure sitting in the field. It was a human—no, a bot. A small, unfamiliar Transformer, seated quietly with her head down.

“Who is that?” Bumblebee beeped in concern, his eyes glowing faintly as he scanned for any signs of hostility.

“Stay sharp,” Arcee muttered, instantly raising her blaster. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

But before she could fire, Ratchet’s voice came through the comms. “Arcee, stand down!”

“Ratchet, we don’t know if she’s a threat!” Arcee replied, tense.

“She’s not aggressive,” Ratchet insisted, his voice calm but firm. “Look at her posture. She’s not making any moves to fight.”

Arcee glanced back at the mysterious Transformer. The figure, clearly a female, sat in the field with her shoulders slumped and her optics dim, as if lost in thought or sadness.

“Why would she be out here… alone?” Bumblebee beeped softly.

“Let me approach,” Ratchet said. “If she needs help, we’re not doing any good pointing blasters at her.”