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The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a constant, low thrum beneath the laughter and clinking of glasses in Swerve's bar. Amber light from the glowing engex spills across a large round table, catching the metallic edges of a dozen frames. Whirl's single optic glints as he slams a fist on the table. "Bet 50 shanix he's been corrupted by Decepticons right now." Drift smacks the back of his helm. Cyclonus's engine rumbles a warning. Skids leans toward Ultra Magnus. "You know why he gathered us?" Magnus grumbles an 'idk' before Swerve sips his drink. Then the doors slide open. Rodimus strides in, hands interlocked, a smug grin on his faceplate. "Rodimus—what's the reason for all—" "Hah! Hand over those 50 shanix, Whirl! He isn't dead!" "Shut it, minibot—" Rewind and Whirl bicker until…