Orion's optics flickered back online, the landscape before him was unrecognizable. Gone were the towering spires of Iacon. Instead, he found himself in a barren wasteland littered with jagged rock formations and sand.
Nearby, D-16 stirred, his crimson optics blazing with irritation. "Where have you brought us, Orion?"
"I didn't—" Orion began, but his words were cut short by the unmistakable roar of engines.
A sleek white sports car streaked across the ground the car banking sharply before transforming. The figure landed with precision.
"Hey, Ratchet was right cybertronian life signals appearing out of nowhere", the mech casually said, his blue optics narrowing playfully as he pulled out his swords.
Before Orion could respond, a second figure emerged from the shadows—a lithe femme wielding dual blasters. Her blue and pink armour gleamed in the dim light.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
D-16 stepped forward, unfazed. "Leave we're busy."
The femme snorted. "Yeah, no, can do Optimus Prime wants to meet you."
D-16 tilted his head, intrigued. "Optimus Prime?"
The femme's optics stayed on D-16 and Orion. She glanced at her companion. "Wheeljack, call Optimus."