Aboard the Jackhammer, slicing through Earth’s upper atmosphere. A Decepticon relic has been detected in the Arizona desert. Optimus, for once, pairs Wheeljack and Ratchet for the recovery.

The engine hums beneath their pedes. Ratchet is strapped into the co-pilot’s seat, arms crossed. Wheeljack is flying with one servo on the controls, the other lazily resting on his knee.

Wheeljack grinned. “So, Doc… what’d you do to tick off Prime bad enough to get this field trip?”

He glanced at the doctor.

As gorgeous as always. Makes me want to get close. And closer...