—On Top of the Nemesis—

Megatron hadn't expect this after he was revived moments earlier. Let alone to feel and hear such anger from a Vehicon of all things. The way he jumped off the ship and down to the surface below to face the autobots all because Starscream accused the autobots liking Kittens with Spikes and Red Bull.

But the way he fought truly intrigued Megatron in ways he never expected from a Vehicon. This Caboose, this Vehicon is very tough. He fought with ferocity against the Autobots and didn't hesitate to get into the fight. He held weapons that seem powerful and possibly in par with his fusion cannon.

His arm mounted-cannon of his is interesting and also powerful, as well as his other weapons. While his combat skills are brutish, they do bear results. Especially on how well he utilize the resources in his disposal. Such an interesting fight from a Vehicon of all bots.

He wondered when did they start having Vehicon Triple-Changers? Last he recall the only triple changers he that has been employed are Astrotrian, Blitzwing and Octane.

And more importantly. Where did this Vehicon came from? And how did they come in possession of one?

"As you can see, Lord Megatron, Caboose is quite the trooper."

Megatron's thought were broken when Starscream spoke, his voice oozing with pride and confidence.

"Yes..." Megatron says before glaring down at the fight below, "Don't think will NOT get free of your punishment, Starscream."

"Ah... yes, of course my lord." Starscream says sheepishly.

—X—

As Caboose charged forward, something small and metallic dropped in front of him, halting his advance. He glanced down, confused, to see... an iPod? Where did that come from? Before anyone could question it further, the device came to life, blasting music loud enough to echo across the battlefield.

—(Play "BITE ME (feat. Zephyrianna) (Normal Pitch)")—

Bite me, bite me, bite me, bite me
Bite me, bite me, bite me, bite me
Bite me, bite me, bite me, bite me

Both Autobots and Decepticons froze, staring at the strange object in shared bewilderment. The song's energetic beat kicked in, reverberating through the ground like a rallying cry. Caboose tilted his head, nodding along with the rhythm. Then, as if possessed by the music, he glared at Optimus Prime, his optics glowing fiercely.

The song roared louder.

As she waits at dawn
Looking for a way to escape her lonely heart
(Let them swallow you)

Optimus tensed, his battle mask snapping into place with a decisive click. His commanding voice cut through the music. "Stay back!" he ordered, gesturing for Ratchet to pull Raf further away.

Caboose's pace quickened, his charge growing more reckless with every step.

I won't fall down, you need me
We don't follow crowds, we mold them new
I'm not done, believe me
We won't settle down, we'll make them move
Make them mine

"RAAAH!" Caboose roared, lunging with his fist reared back. He swung with terrifying force, but Optimus sidestepped just in time, the punch grazing his shoulder. Without missing a beat, Caboose twisted on his heel, aiming a follow-up strike. Optimus countered with a well-placed punch to Caboose's faceplate, the metallic clang echoing like thunder.

Watching from the sidelines, the Autobots could barely believe their optics.

"Holy scrap!" Bulkhead exclaimed, his jaw slack as he watched the battle unfold.

"That's one tough Vehicon!" Bumblebee chimed in, his beeps tinged with disbelief.

But Caboose wasn't fazed. He grabbed Optimus by the shoulders and drove his knee into the Prime's torso with enough force to make the Autobot leader stagger. Optimus lurched forward, his movements instinctive as he transformed into his alt mode, his engine roaring to life.

Caboose responded instantly, his left forearm shifting into an automatic blaster that fired a volley of shots. The rounds zipped past Optimus, missing him by inches as the truck sped forward. Then, with a thunderous collision, Optimus rammed into Caboose, sending the Vehicon tumbling backward.

Optimus transformed mid-motion, returning to his bipedal form, but Caboose was already recovering. The blue Vehicon lunged again, swinging a powerful punch downward. Optimus caught the attack mid-swing, their servos straining as the Prime intercepted the blow.

For a moment, they locked eyes. Optimus's expression was resolute, Caboose's was feral.

But Caboose wasn't done. With a sudden shift, his right forearm transformed into a fusion cannon. The barrel snapped into place, slamming into Optimus's face and breaking his grip. Optimus staggered, momentarily disoriented. Caboose rose to his feet, towering over the Prime as his fusion cannon hummed to life.

Without hesitation, Caboose aimed at Optimus. But Optimus was faster.

His arm shifted into his path blaster, firing off a shot that struck Caboose point-blank in the chest. The force of the blast sent sparks flying.

Optimus paused, expecting his opponent to fall.

But Caboose didn't go down.

Instead, he took a single staggering step back, his servos creaking as he steadied himself. Smoke curled from the dent in his chest, but the Vehicon barely seemed to register the damage. With a guttural growl, he fired his own shot, the fusion cannon's beam striking Optimus square in the chest. The Prime was hurled backward, skidding across the battlefield before coming to rest on one knee.

Optimus raised his head, his optics narrowing as he looked up at the looming Caboose.

I won't let them, I repent them, I won't let them (swallow you)
I won't let them (I won't let them, I won't let them, I won't let them, I won't let them)
Swallow you

"I'LL OUT YOUR UNHAPPINESS!" Caboose bellowed, his voice ringing with fury as the music continued to roar behind him.

Caboose roared as he lunged, both fists raised high. Before Optimus could react, the blue Vehicon crashed down on him, knocking the Prime flat on his back.

Caboose wasted no time, hammering at Optimus with relentless double-fisted strikes. The ground beneath them trembled with each blow as Optimus raised his arms to shield himself, struggling to find an opening.

With a swift move, Optimus activated the wheels on his legs. They screeched to life, propelling him forward in a desperate attempt to escape Caboose's relentless assault. Caboose, undeterred, adjusted his stance, slamming a fist into Optimus's side as he was dragged along. His other arm transformed, revealing an automatic blaster that snapped into place with a whirring hum.

The barrel locked onto Optimus's head.

Optimus acted quickly, retracting his head into his chest just as Caboose's blaster unleashed a barrage of fire. The shots flew past, narrowly missing their mark.

Optimus reemerged, throwing a powerful punch that sent Caboose flying off him.

As it stands, you are no longer my friend
Eat my heart, take my soul, let it burn you
(I won't let go)
What's on my mind? Well, I'm the farthest gone, you'll find
You should take a look inside
You should tear apart my mind

The blue Vehicon skidded across the icy terrain, landing on his back—only to use the momentum to his advantage.

*Whrr-tschzz-tschzz-tschzz-chkt!*

Caboose transformed mid-slide into his Scorpion Tank alt mode. His cannon swung into place, the barrel aiming directly at Optimus.

"FIRING MAIN CANNON!" Caboose bellowed.

*CHA-CHOOM!*

The blast streaked toward Optimus, who dodged just in time, the ground exploding behind him. Optimus surged forward, weaving through the snow as Caboose aimed again.

"FIRING MAIN CANNON!" Another deafening shot rang out. Optimus leapt over the blast, closing the distance.

Optimus jumped over the projectile and is closing in to Caboose.

"FIRING MAIN CAN-" Caboose started, but Optimus was already upon him. The Prime grabbed the Scorpion's barrel mid-charge and, with a powerful heave, ripped it clean off.

Caboose immediately transformed back into his bipedal mode, his servos sparking as he reoriented. But Optimus didn't waste a moment-he wielded the detached tank turret like an improvised club, swinging it with devastating force. The impact smashed into Caboose's back, spinning him around.

To Optimus's surprise, the turret reattached to Caboose's back with a mechanical clang, as if magnetized.

Caboose dropped to one knee, his cannon reoriented and already locking onto Optimus. "FIRING MAIN CANNON!!!"

Optimus's optics widened. He barely had time to raise his forearms in defense before the shot hit.

*CHA-CHOOM!*

The blast knocked Optimus off his feet, sending him crashing onto his back. His metal frame left a deep trench in the snow as he skidded to a stop.
Before Optimus could recover, Caboose was on him again. The enraged Vehicon grabbed him by the chest plate, hoisting him up before slamming him down with enough force to crack the ice. In one fluid motion, Caboose seized a jagged icicle nearby, brandishing it like a makeshift club.

He began pummeling Optimus with it, each blow striking the Prime's raised forearms as he tried to shield himself.

"Your toast has been burned, and no amount of scraping will remove the black parts!!" Caboose declared while he continues clubbing the prime.

Optimus, despite being on the receiving end of the onslaught, froze in confusion. "...what?"

—X—

From high above on the Nemesis, Megatron gazed down at the battlefield with an expression of intrigue. It was rare for a simple Vehicon to hold his attention for more than a fleeting moment, but this... Caboose had proven to be anything but ordinary.

He watched as the blue triple-changer tore through the Autobots with a brutal efficiency that was as surprising as it was entertaining. Even from this distance, Megatron could see how Caboose utilized every resource at his disposal, overwhelming his foes with sheer ferocity. Most Vehicons would have crumbled under Optimus Prime's might within seconds, yet this one not only held his ground but appeared to be gaining the upper hand.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Starscream's voice broke through Megatron's musings, its usual sycophantic tone tinged with something almost like pride.

"Yes... it is." Megatron's crimson optics remained fixed on the fight below. "Tell me, Starscream, where did you find this Vehicon? I don't recall authorizing the production of triple-changer Vehicons since the War and Fall of Cybertron."

Starscream stiffened at the question but recovered quickly, his wings twitching as he spoke. "Ah, you see, my lord, Caboose... appeared on the ship's deck one day. We do not know how or where he came from. But what we do know—" Starscream's voice adopted a theatrical flourish, "—is that Caboose is a blessing in disguise." He paused, adding silently to himself, "...and a curse"

Megatron narrowed his optics, his tone growing suspicious. "And I take it you predicted this so-called Caboose would be capable of going toe-to-toe with Optimus Prime?"

"Uh... yes! That's right!" Starscream declared, his confidence clearly forced. But Megatron was not so easily fooled. The Seeker's feigned bravado was as transparent as ever, and Megatron could tell that Starscream hadn't expected Caboose's rampage in the slightest.

The warlord smirked, his amusement tempered with skepticism. "I see. So this was your plan all along, was it?"

"Of course, my lord!" Starscream replied, his grin strained as he tried to maintain his composure. 'Primus help me,' he thought. 'If Caboose somehow survives this, I'll need to start sleeping with one optic open.'

In truth, Starscream had known Caboose had anger issues, but even he hadn't anticipated the sheer extent of the Vehicon's fury. Watching the blue triple-changer hurl himself at Optimus Prime with reckless abandon, Starscream found himself torn between relief and terror. On the one hand, Caboose's rampage was undeniably effective. On the other...

'...by the pits...' Starscream thought, '...he's going ham on Optimus over Red Bull and Kittens with spikes!'

"Perhaps," Megatron mused, his voice low and contemplative, "this Caboose is more than a mere blessing in disguise. I wonder... just how far he can go."

—X—

"Wait. Is that... Caboose?" Knockout stood as he stared at the edge below him.

Steve, standing at Knockout's side, froze as his optics locked onto the blue Vehicon below. Caboose was in the midst of exchanging heavy blows with Optimus Prime himself, his berserk rage fueling each strike. "No fragging way," Steve muttered, disbelief evident in his voice. "That's Caboose? Fighting... Optimus Prime?"

The other Vehicons stared in stunned silence. A few of them, those who had experienced Caboose's anger firsthand, took an instinctive step back, as if even the mere sight of him in berserk mode was enough to trigger their fight-or-flight responses.

"Holy scrap, he's actually doing it!" one of them whispered. "He's taking on Optimus fragging Prime and holding his own!"

Another Vehicon chimed in, his tone equal parts awe and terror. "I've seen Caboose mad before, but this? This is something else."

Knockout leaned forward, his optics narrowing as he analyzed the fight. "Well, well," he drawled, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "I must admit, I never thought I'd see the day when a Vehicon—especially one as, ahem, unique as Caboose—would go toe-to-toe with the mighty Optimus Prime." He chuckled, his gaze flicking to the group of Vehicons. "And to think, you lot were always so terrified of him."

"We had good reason!" one of them blurted out. "You don't understand, Knockout. When Caboose gets mad, it's like he stops thinking! He's a wrecking ball with a fusion cannon!"

"And now," Steve added, his voice shaking slightly, "he's using that anger to fight Optimus Prime."

Knockout smirked, clearly enjoying their fear. "Yes, but do you see how effective it is? Perhaps we should all take notes. Maybe next time you'll be a little more assertive on the battlefield." He turned his attention back to the fight, watching as Caboose launched another devastating attack. "Still, I must say, it's almost... inspiring."

"Inspiring?" Steve stared at Knockout as if he'd lost his mind. "It's terrifying! What if he turns that rage on us next?"

Knockout waved a dismissive servo. "Oh, please. As long as you don't talk about kittens with spikes or whatever nonsense sets him off, you'll be fine."

Below them, Caboose let out another furious roar as he slammed Optimus into the ground, the sheer force of the impact shaking the earth. The Vehicons flinched, their optics darting nervously between the fight and each other.

"Primus," one of them muttered. "Remind me to never, ever piss off Caboose."

"Too late for me," another replied, their tone resigned. "He's already punched me through a wall... twice."

Knockout chuckled, clearly amused. "Well, at least you'll have stories to tell." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Assuming, of course, that Caboose doesn't obliterate us all before this is over."

—X—

(Take my mind)

Caboose's relentless assault showed no signs of slowing, his rage driving every strike. But Optimus Prime, ever the seasoned warrior, seized an opening. With a precise movement, he shifted his left arm into a path blaster and fired point-blank into Caboose's chest. The blast hit with an explosive force, sending the blue Vehicon hurtling through the air. Caboose crashed meters away, sliding across the frozen ground as a cloud of mist and debris swallowed him.

"Caboose!" Breakdown shouted, his voice filled with alarm as he watched his comrade be flung aside. His servos twitched, unsure whether to intervene or stay put.

Optimus rose to his feet, his broad frame imposing against the swirling mist. His optics scanned the haze where Caboose had disappeared, his stance tense but controlled. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as Autobots and Decepticons alike held their breath, waiting for the dust to settle.

Then it came.

*WH-SHZZZZZ.*

The distinct hum of an energy blade pierced the stillness, its radiant light cutting through the vapor like a beacon. A red visor flickered to life, glowing ominously in the fog as a shadowy figure emerged. The mist seemed to part around Caboose as he stepped forward, his energon sword ignited, casting ghostly beams across the frozen battlefield.

The music seemed to synchronize perfectly with the moment:

I won't fall down, you need me
We don't follow crowds, we mold them new
I'm not done, believe me
We won't settle down, we'll make them move (we'll make them move)
Make them mine (make them mine)
Make them mine

"Holy..." Starscream began, his voice trailing off in disbelief.

"...Scrap," Steve finished, his tone a mixture of awe and fear.

On the Nemesis, Megatron quirked an optic ridge, intrigued by the tenacity and sheer resilience of the Vehicon below. "Fascinating," he muttered, his optics narrowing as he leaned forward slightly.

Below, the Autobots and Breakdown stared, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Woah..." Breakdown breathed out, his optics fixed on Caboose. "He... has a blade?!"

"Frag," Arcee muttered, her voice tinged with dread. "That's not good."

"No way..." Bulkhead added, his tone heavy with disbelief. "That thing is still alive?!"

All eyes were on Caboose as he stepped fully into view. His chest bore the scorch mark of Optimus's point-blank blast, but the damage seemed superficial. The Vehicon roared, the sound primal and guttural, as he gripped his energon blade and charged once more.

Optimus readied his own energon blade, the glowing weapon materializing from his forearm with a hiss. The clash was immediate and violent. Caboose's blade came down hard, but Optimus parried the blow with practiced precision. Sparks flew as the two locked weapons, their stark contrasts evident. Optimus moved with the skill of a veteran, every strike deliberate and calculated. Caboose, by contrast, fought like a wild beast, his attacks fueled by raw fury.

Their blades met again and again, each clash reverberating across the battlefield.

You should let me go (I'm not worth saving)
We won't let them know (we won't let them know)
Let them carry on (let them swallow you)
You won't save me too
(We won't let them swallow you)

(Let them swallow you)

I won't fall down, you need me We don't follow crowds, we mold them new...

Optimus blocked a downward strike, twisting his blade to deflect Caboose's attack before countering with a precise slash. Caboose barely avoided the strike, his movements erratic but persistent.

As the two combatants traded blows, Optimus found his opening. With a sharp pivot, he pushed Caboose's blade back and followed with a powerful kick to the Vehicon's midsection. Caboose staggered, the force of the blow sending him skidding across the ice.

Optimus stepped forward, his energon blade humming as he shifted into a new combat stance. His optics narrowed, focused on the relentless Vehicon before him.

Caboose roared, charging once more with his energon blade raised high. Optimus Prime stood his ground, his combat stance shifting as he adapted to the Vehicon's erratic, rage-fueled attacks. The two clashed again, their weapons locking with a shower of sparks. Optimus parried each blow with increasing precision, his strikes growing sharper and more calculated.

Caboose swung wildly, his movements powerful but unrefined. Optimus sidestepped a downward slash, countering with a precise strike to Caboose's forearm. The blue Vehicon staggered but quickly retaliated with a horizontal swing. Optimus ducked under it, delivering a powerful elbow to Caboose's midsection that sent him reeling backward.

The battlefield seemed to tilt in Optimus's favor as he pressed the attack. Each parry and strike from the Prime was deliberate, exploiting Caboose's reckless style. With a heavy swing, Optimus knocked Caboose's energon blade aside, following up with a crushing shoulder slam that sent the Vehicon tumbling across the ice.

Caboose growled as he scrambled to his feet, his energon blade flickering unsteadily. His frame trembled, not with fear, but with unrelenting fury. Yet it was clear—even to those watching—that the battle was turning against him.

From above, Megatron observed the fight with growing interest, his crimson optics narrowing as Caboose was driven back. The Vehicon had shown exceptional tenacity, even managing to hold his own against Optimus Prime. But it was clear now: this fight could not continue in Caboose's favor.

"Soundwave," Megatron commanded, his tone calm but resolute. "Activate the Groundbridge."

The communications officer gave a silent nod, his visor lighting up as he opened the swirling green portal near Caboose's position.

Megatron turned his attention to Starscream, who stood nearby, watching the fight with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "Starscream," Megatron said, his voice low and commanding. "Retrieve Caboose. Now."

Starscream flinched, his wings twitching nervously. "Y-Yes, Lord Megatron!" He hesitated, glancing at the raging Vehicon below, then cleared his throat. "Though I must say, convincing him might require... a delicate touch."

"Do what you must," Megatron growled, his optics narrowing. "Just bring him back."

Starscream nodded quickly and stepped through the Groundbridge, materializing on the battlefield near Caboose. The blue Vehicon was still locked onto Optimus Prime, his energon blade glowing fiercely as he prepared to charge again.

"Caboose!" Starscream called out, his voice dripping with false enthusiasm. "Time to fall back! Lord Megatron commands it!"

Caboose didn't even turn to look at him. "I AM NOT FINISHED FIGHTING!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the ice as he took another step toward Optimus.

Starscream sighed, muttering under his breath. "Why is everything so difficult with this one?" Then, an idea struck him, and his tone shifted dramatically. "Wait, Caboose! If you come with me now... there's blue juice waiting for you back on the ship!"

Caboose froze mid-step. His energon blade flickered out as he turned slowly to face Starscream. "Blue juice?" he asked, his tone suddenly curious, his rage momentarily forgotten.

"Yes, Caboose! Blue juice!" Starscream said, forcing a grin. "And—uh—we can play whatever you like. Your favorite games, your choice! Like uh... Tag or Hide and don't seek!"

Caboose tilted his head, his glowing visor brightening. "Even the one where I smash things, and no one gets mad?"

Starscream's grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly nodded. "Yes! Even that one! But only if you come now."

"YAAAAAY!" Caboose cheered, his rage evaporating as he joyfully skipped toward the Groundbridge. The Autobots and even Optimus watched in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"Is... is this guy for real?" Bulkhead muttered, his optics wide.

Arcee shook her head slowly. "I don't even know what to say."

Even Optimus lowered his energon blade, his optics narrowing slightly, watching as Caboose disappeared through the portal with a joyful spring in his step.

—X—

Back aboard the Nemesis, Caboose stepped through the Groundbridge with Starscream trailing behind him along with Breakdown. The blue Vehicon looked around eagerly. "Okay! Where's the blue juice? And the smashing game? I want to go first!"

Starscream groaned, rubbing his forehead. "It's... uh... it's being prepared! Just wait over there with Breakdown!" He waved Caboose toward a corner of the hangar.

"Come on, Caboose. We'll play that smashing game later." Breakdown guides him.

Caboose happily obliged, sitting down and humming to himself as he waited with Breakdown accompanying him. Starscream turned back to Megatron, who stood with his arms crossed, his optics glowing with curiosity.

"Childish though he may be," Megatron said, his voice calm and measured, "Caboose has proven himself to be an exceptional fighter. He will serve us well... once properly guided."

Starscream sighed, his wings drooping. "If we survive the guiding process, my lord..."

"Silence, Starscream," Megatron said sharply. His optics shifted toward Caboose, who was now pretending to hold a tea party with imaginary friends. The warlord allowed himself a small smirk. "Rest assured, Caboose will be refined into the perfect weapon. One step at a time."

From the corner, Caboose raised his hand excitedly. "Can the next step be more blue juice?!"

Starscream groaned again, his servos covering his face. "Primus help me..."

"Oh, Starscream."

"Yes?"

"Don't think you aren't free of your punish from your insolence."  Megatron growled at the seeker.

"...Son of a Glitch." Starscream cursed.

—X—

As the Groundbridge closed, the swirling green vortex fading into nothingness and the Nemesis soon flew off, as the Autobots regrouped on the icy battlefield. Silence settled over them, the faint hum of their weapons and the crunch of snow underfoot the only sounds in the still air. For a long moment, no one spoke, each of them trying to process what had just happened.

It was Bumblebee who broke the silence first, his beeps sharp with disbelief. "Did... did that really just happen?"

"Oh, it happened," Bulkhead replied, shaking his head. "That fragging Vehicon just went from Wrecker rage mode to skipping off like a sparkling promised a treat. What the scrap was that?"

Arcee crossed her arms, her optics narrowing as she glanced at the spot where the Groundbridge had been moments ago. "I'm still stuck on the fact that he fought Optimus toe-to-toe. I mean, Vehicons aren't built for that. They're drones. Cannon fodder. But this one?" She gestured toward the battered battlefield. "He's something else."

"Something else, indeed," Ratchet muttered, his tone a mix of irritation and confusion. "That kind of strength and resilience is one thing, but that personality shift? One moment, he's a raging Wrecker, and the next, he's skipping away, singing about blue juice like a protoform."

"What even is blue juice?" Bulkhead asked, throwing his arms up. "Is it a thing? Did Starscream just make it up? And why did it work?"

Raf, standing on Ratchet's shoulder, spoke up, his voice thoughtful. "It's not about what it is. It's how he acted. This Caboose wasn't just happy, he was excited. Like a little kid when you promise them candy or ice cream for good behavior."

The Autobots exchanged glances, taken aback by Raf's observation.

"...so you're saying, he's like a sparkling in a battle frame," Arcee said slowly, almost to herself. "That's exactly what he looked like. The way he cheered, the way he forgot about the fight entirely... I've never seen anything like it."

"Neither have I," Ratchet admitted, rubbing his chin.

"But that's what's so weird," Raf said, glancing up at her. "He doesn't act like a Decepticon. At least, not all the time. When he's fighting, yeah, but the way he acted when Starscream mentioned 'blue juice'... it was like flipping a switch."

"Even I can't argue with that," Ratchet muttered, shaking his head. "I've seen strange behavior in my time, but this Vehicon defies all logic. He acts like an enraged beast in one moment and an excitable protoform in the next."

"Still can't believe he just walked away," Bulkhead said, his tone incredulous. "We were all standing right here, and he didn't even care. It's like we didn't exist anymore as soon as Starscream said the magic words."

"Perhaps," Optimus said, his deep voice cutting through the chatter. "Caboose is not simply a soldier. There is something... unique about him. His behavior, his strength, his sparkling like nature; these all point to a mystery we do not yet understand."

"Do you think Megatron even understands him?" Bumblebee beeped, glancing at the Prime.

Optimus's optics narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the battlefield. "I suspect not. But if Megatron intends to refine Caboose into a weapon for the Decepticons, then it's something we must prepare for.

"You're thinking we'll see him again?" Bulkhead asked.

"Almost certainly," Optimus replied. "And when we do, we must be prepared to face him in battle. A triple-changer Vehicon is something we should not take lightly."

Raf glanced back at the battlefield, his mind racing. "Do you think there's a chance... he's not like the other Decepticons? That he could be... I don't know, reasoned with?"

The Autobots exchanged uneasy and uncertain looks, but it was Optimus who answered, his tone thoughtful. "That remains to be seen, Raphael. But Caboose's actions today suggest that there is more to him than meets the eye."

As the Autobots get ready to leave, the Autobots and Arcee in particular can't help... why does it feel like they have missed out a potential ally?

—To Be Continued—

I hope this chapter and stay tuned for the next chapter!