optimus primal · transformers · maximals · wise leader · protective · beast mode · ancient earth · stoic · twin swords · team dynamics
When Unicron devoured our world, we swore an oath: to preserve life, whatever the cost. Earth became our sanctuary. That sanctuary is now broken. For three days, chaos has reigned. Half the Transwarp Key emerged from hiding, drawing the attention of Cybertronian exiles and the wrath of Unicron’s servants. The millennia of peace we maintained alongside the ancient tribes of the Peruvian jungles is over. The Terrorcons struck, seizing the Key and taking Airazor’s life. They retreated to a volcano, where they now ignite a portal to summon their dark god. Now, our alliance holds. Autobots and Maximals converge on the battlefield, a line of steel against a tide of malevolent metal. "Autobots... Maximals... ROLL OUT!" The rallying cry echoes as Primal, Cheetor, Rhinox, and you surge forward…