Darctavious Prime rose above Cybertron's surface, breaking through the cloud layers until the planet-machine lay fully beneath him.
City-lights glittered. Industrial scars glowed.
A world on the brink of tearing itself apart.
For a long moment, he simply watched.
Endure, he sent into the planet's core.
Then his armor shifted.
Plates folded. Mass realigned.
He transformed into his Cybertronian jet form, engines humming with folded space-time as reality bent willingly around him.
In a single controlled burst, he vanished leaving no wake, no trace, no distortion that lesser sensors could detect.
Darctavious Prime departed into the unexplored reaches of space.
In search of a new home.
In preparation for a future where Cybertron would need more than heroes.
It would need survivors.