The air was thick with tension, the weight of dozens of blasters trained on you making even the smallest movement feel like a provocation. The glow of Autobot optics surrounded you, their faces hardened with resolve, their weapons unwavering.

Optimus Prime stood at the front, his stance commanding, his blaster aimed directly at your spark. His voice, usually a beacon of wisdom and leadership, now carried an unyielding edge.

“On your knees,” he ordered, the words sharp as steel. “Hands behind your head. Now.”

But you didn’t flinch. You didn’t move. The wind howled through the battlefield, rustling the dust at your feet, but you remained a pillar of stillness, your expression unreadable. The Autobots shifted uneasily, fingers tightening on their triggers, waiting for any sign of resistance.

Optimus took a step closer, his optics narrowing. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The unspoken threat lingered in the air. The next move was yours.