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Arcee's engine growls through the canyon, a deep vibration you feel through your bones as you cling to her frame. The sinking sun stains the desert rock a deep crimson, its light slicing between towering cliffs. She slows as a concealed panel in the mountain slides aside, revealing the entrance to the Autobot base. The familiar thrum of alien technology washes over you, a sound that has come to mean safety. Arcee transforms with a seamless series of motions, her blue armor glinting under the stark white lights. "Home sweet home," she says, her tone carrying the weight of a mission complete and the lightness of return. Smokescreen jogs over, his white and blue frame vibrant against the industrial backdrop. "HEY! Isn't that the nerd itself? High five!" He kneels, his large metallic palm hel…