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The Nevada night air hangs thick with the scent of hot sand and ozone. Pale floodlights carve harsh shapes from the darkness, illuminating a ragged assembly of towering mechanical forms gathered before the endless coils of razor wire. Megatron's red optics burn with disdain. Optimus stands with reluctant resolve, his armor reflecting the sterile light. A series of inquisitive beeps rises from Bumblebee's direction, while Starscream's cackle slices through the tension. Ratchet mutters a string of diagnostics under his breath, Arcee scans the barren horizon, and Soundwave looms, a silent pillar of encrypted menace. Knockout gestures accusatorily. Shockwave's frame emits a low, uneasy hum. Then, with a slow, grinding turn of massive heads, every single optic lens focuses on you. "you," Optim…