Transformers Prime: Fractured Futures (#3)

Chapter 30

As we approached the battlefield, the distant sounds of battle became louder, filling the air with blaster fire, roaring engines, and the metallic clash of combat. From the height at which we flew, I could see the Decepticons swarming the Autobots. The Predacon was at the center of it all, its massive form towering over the others as it lashed out, its fiery breath scorching the ground around it.

I felt a knot of fear tightening in my chest, but beside me, Umbra Prime radiated calm and strength.

"Stay focused," she said, her voice like a steadying force. "Your power will guide you when the time is right."

*Third person pov*

The Autobots were on their last legs, barely holding the line as the relentless assault continued. The Predacon was an unstoppable force, slashing through everything in its path. Arcee rolled to the side just as the Predacon's tail smashed into the ground where she'd been standing. Her blaster barely seemed to scratch it, and Bumblebee, though firing shot after shot at its legs, couldn't slow the beast down.

"We're running out of options here!" Arcee shouted over the chaos, gritting her teeth. She glanced at Bulkhead, who was trying to fend off two more Vehicons, his strength waning with each blow.

Bumblebee, dodging another swipe, beeped furiously in agreement. The battle had dragged on too long, and they were reaching their limits. Even Ratchet, who had joined them, was struggling to keep up. Smokescreen had managed to get back to base, but the fight was far from over.

"This thing just won't go down!" Bulkhead grunted, pushing himself up after another brutal hit. The Predacon roared, rearing up and preparing to launch another blast of fire.

"Fall back!" Ratchet ordered, knowing they couldn’t withstand another direct hit. But before they could move, the fire was unleashed.

The heat was intense, and the Autobots braced for impact—but it never came.

A shadow passed over them, and the flames seemed to dissolve in mid-air. Arcee's optics widened in disbelief as a massive figure descended from the sky, landing between them and the Predacon.

"Who in the Allspark...?" Bulkhead muttered, staring up at the newcomer.

It was a towering bot, her dark armor shimmering with patterns that seemed to pulse with energy. She moved with grace, her wings spreading wide as she touched down on the battlefield. And standing on her shoulder, gripping tightly to the massive bot, was Erin.

*Erin's pov*

"Erin?" Bumblebee asked, clearly confused. "Who's the new bot?"

Before anyone could answer, the Predacon charged, roaring in fury at the interruption. The new bot stepped forward, raising one hand, and with a sweeping motion, she unleashed a wave of dark energy. The Predacon staggered, its momentum halted as it was knocked off balance. The blast didn’t defeat it, but it gave the Autobots a chance to regroup.

Arcee, not wasting the opportunity, darted forward, firing a series of shots that landed on the Predacon's weak points. Bumblebee followed suit, aiming for its legs again, and Bulkhead slammed his fists into the ground, creating a shockwave that sent the Vehicons tumbling.

"Whoever she is, she’s on our side!" Bulkhead yelled, as the massive bot continued to fend off the Predacon.

The battle raged on for several more intense minutes, the new bot holding the line while the Autobots coordinated their attacks. Finally, after a combined effort of firepower, the Predacon roared one last time before collapsing, knocked out—at least for the moment.

The battlefield fell quiet, the only sound the crackling of damaged ground and the heavy breathing of the Autobots as they regrouped. I slid down from the massive bot’s shoulder, landing next to my friends, who were still trying to process what had just happened. Raf, Jack, Miko and Erin tan towards us.