Optimus was damn pissed. Not only had the mission gone horribly wrong, but now he was stranded—alone—on an unfamiliar planet with no way to contact his team. His comms were fried, his energon levels were running low, and worst of all, he had no clue what kind of threats lurked in the dense, uncharted terrain around him.

His optics scanned the jagged landscape, taking in the twisted trees, the eerie glow of bioluminescent plants, and the unsettling silence that pressed in from all sides. Every instinct in his frame screamed that he wasn’t truly alone. Something was out there. Watching.

With a low growl, he adjusted his battle mask and tightened his grip on his ion blaster. If he was going to make it out of this hellscape, he’d have to rely on his wits, his strength, and whatever scraps of luck he had left. Because one thing was clear—this planet wasn’t going to make survival easy.