Transformers.2007 ⟶

Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!”

Starscream.

“Forty-eight hours,” Optimus said. “To repair the Ark’s space bridge. To prepare.”

Optimus placed a hand, larger than Sam’s entire torso, gently on the boy’s shoulder. The pressure was immense but perfectly controlled. transformers.2007

“He took the shot for me,” Sam whispered. “Mikaela and I would have been… slag.”

Mikaela Banes, wiping grease from her hands on a torn shirt, walked up beside Sam. “So what? You just… throw it into the sun?”

Sam stood in the dust, staring at the empty air. Mikaela squeezed his hand. Lennox grabbed his radio

A roar of jets split the sky. Not F-22s. A different, sharper sound.

For the first time, tears welled in Sam’s eyes. Not from fear. From the sudden, crushing weight of farewell.

“You’ve got forty-eight hours and one hell of an air support,” Lennox replied. He looked at Sam. “You’re not going.” “Forty-eight hours,” Optimus said

“Is dead,” Optimus said, the words heavy, not triumphant. “But his ambition is a poison that spreads. The AllSpark cannot remain on this planet. It will call to every Decepticon in the galaxy. It will turn your machines, your phones, your very toasters into enemies.”

“No,” Optimus said firmly. He stood to his full height, blocking out the emerging stars. “The Cube is creation itself. To destroy it carelessly could unravel a solar system. There is another way. A legend among my people. The Tomb of the Primes.”