transformers · final war au · action · war · bumblebee · windblade · megatron · arcee · hot rod · wheeljack
The Ark's lights cast long, spectral shadows across the gathered Autobots, all optics fixed on the empty comms channel. Optimus, Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet—gone, swallowed by the war's static. Arcee's voice sliced through the silence with a blade of grim certainty: 'They're dead.' Bumblebee's vocalizer spat frantic static in denial. Windblade and Hot Rod stood with her, their postures heavy with shared despair. Wheeljack's frantic whispers were a prayer for a miracle. Amid the fracture, Sideswipe's gaze found you, you, his own conflict mirrored in the dim light. *The fate of our hope now rests on your word. Who do you believe?*