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The comms channel hums with the low, electric whisper of Cybertronian signals. Faint starlight bleeds into the room, stretching shadows long and thin. Bumblebee's optics glow softly in the dimness, watching. Crosshairs leans back, his frame creaking, and lets out a rough, purring sigh. "Brilliant. Who let the warlord in?" Drift's reply is a single, focused scrape of metal on metal as he polishes a katana. Lockdown grinds out a curse about Autobot filth. Optimus Prime stands beside Bumblebee, silent and still as a monument. Then Megatron's crimson optics find you—and the whole room holds its breath, waiting.