He turned to Lennox. “Tell your world we did not come as conquerors. Tell them… we were lucky. The Decepticons came for their planet. We came to save ours. And we will not forget the ones who helped us.”
“He took the shot for me,” Sam whispered. “Mikaela and I would have been… slag.”
Sam stood in the dust, staring at the empty air. Mikaela squeezed his hand. transformers.2007
“A strategic option,” Ironhide grumbled, his cannons twitching. “Or I could shoot it. See what happens.”
As the sun rose over the cratered ruins of Mission City, the surviving Autobots gathered. Ratchet worked delicate tools on Bumblebee’s chest, a soft blue glow emanating from the wound. Ironhide stood sentinel. Jazz scanned the horizon. He turned to Lennox
A roar of jets split the sky. Not F-22s. A different, sharper sound.
And then they were gone.
But Optimus lowered his head, his optics meeting Sam’s. “No, Samuel. This is where our paths diverge. You gave the Cube to me. You gave me your trust. Now, give me your goodbye. Bumblebee would never forgive me if I led you into the darkness between worlds.”