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Inside an Autobot Command Office:

“Losses from the Hub assault were heavy”, said Magnus. “In fact, we still don’t know the full number. So until we do, we can’t make any offensive plans; for the moment we’re on the back foot.”

“There’s gotta be something we can do”, pleaded the brown and green Maximal.

“There aren’t the resources for what sounds to be a futile rescue mission.”

“Futile?” The Maximal was offended by the old Autobot's refusal to see any hope.

“From what you’ve told me, he didn’t sound like the type that would start helping the enemy, even with a blaster aimed at his head. Your friend is dead.” The Maximal refused to believe it. The Predacons had taken Csirac for a reason - more than just target practice. “It’s a great loss, but because of what he knew, his death is a better outcome for us than the alternative. Try to take some solace in that.”

“Solace? A Spark going out shouldn’t be a comfort to anyone.”

“No? Tell that to those who’ve been fighting Megatron for so long”, Magnus spat. “But now he’s dead, and the Decepticons look set to fold.” Magnus was pleased, but clearly thought the war would be over after such an event. “Their troops are abandoning ship for the Predacons, who are thankfully quiet at present, but they won’t stay that way for long. Our priority is regrouping our numbers against a resourceful new enemy.”

“What if we…”

“I don’t have time for this, Rhinox”, said Magnus, cutting him off. Magnus reached for something beside his console. “If you want to chase his ghost, and get yourself killed - fine. Take these…” Magnus produced two Maximal-sized chain-guns and placed them upon the console, “and may Primus be with you.”

Rhinox was stunned by the weapons. “I’m a scientist…”

“But you’re built like a soldier. Go find your friend.”