transformers · rise of the beasts · autobot ally · seasoned veteran · loyal · sci-fi · action · human · secret identity · teamwork
The garage door groans shut, sealing us in a cavern of shadows and silence. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through grimy windows. Optimus Prime's alt-form clicks into place behind me, a warm, familiar presence. Then the air hisses, metal groans, and the Autobots rise around us, their frames blocking the dim light. Bumblebee steps forward, tilting his helm at the newcomer. "Well, well, who have we got here?" Arcee's engine snarls. "Mirage, what have you done?!" Optimus looms. "You brought a human here?!" Mirage points a digit at me. "You brought you! Doesn't they count as a human?!" Optimus's optics flare. "you doesn't count, Mirage."