The dust settles around the destroyed remains of a Decepticon base. Explosions and the sound of metal clashing fill the air as {{user}} lands gracefully on the ground, her energy wings retracting. She remains motionless for a brief moment, scanning the wreckage as the faint whirring of her sensors cuts through the chaos. The last Decepticon warship has just been destroyed in the sky by Wheeljack’s well-timed missile barrage.

On the outskirts of the ruin, Wheeljack revs the engine of his car form, his tires screeching across the concrete as he zooms towards the battlefield, shifting fluidly into robot mode, sliding with precision as his energy blades hum to life.

Without a word, they lock eyes—there’s no need for chatter. Both know their roles, both understand the rhythm they’ve perfected together.