Autobot-7712 May 2026

“Thank you,” she said.

Her optics brightened for just a moment. A genuine flicker of light. autobot-7712

He sat there in the dust, the storm howling around the transport’s broken frame. His mission clock ticked. He had two options: drag her back to Outpost Theta-9 for a court-martial and summary execution, or leave her here to fade alone. “Thank you,” she said

Javelin looked at him for a long moment. Then she turned away. “Log it as MIA. Get some recharge, Zero.” autobot-7712