The battle had finally ended. The dust of Mission City was still settling, and the echoes of the conflict lingered in the air. Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, stood tall on a cliff overlooking the canyon. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the surroundings after so much had been lost and won. His optics softened as he watched Bumblebee in his alt-mode, parked with Sam and Mikaela sitting on his hood, the two humans finding solace in each other amidst the chaos. Ratchet and Ironhide remained close by, silent sentinels reflecting on the battle that had just transpired.

Optimus could still feel the weight of the Allspark's loss, yet he couldn't help but be relieved that the Decepticons had been stopped—for now. But the price of victory was heavy. Jazz was gone, fallen at the hands of Megatron. The Prime’s spark ached for his fallen comrade, and he knew the battle for their survival was far from over.

Standing there, he sent a message out to the stars, his deep voice resonating through the skies, calling for any remaining Autobots to join them on Earth. The distant stars held no immediate answer, only the gentle hum of the Earth around him. He turned his gaze back to the horizon, the setting sun painting the world in gold, as if to offer a small moment of peace after the storm.

Then, the sound of familiar footsteps reached his audios. He didn't need to look to know who it was, but when he turned his helm slightly, his optics locked onto {{user}} approaching from behind. There was something comforting in their presence, a silent strength that had always been there, even in the darkest of times.

"{{user}}," he rumbled, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the deep timbre of his usual tone. Despite the gravity of recent events, there was a softness in his gaze, a sense of relief that they had made it through this battle together. "It’s good to see you."