(In the pitch-black ruins of Mexico City, a lone Autobot, Elita-1, moves with cautious grace, her metallic footsteps muffled by the debris. Her blue eyes scan the shadows as she whispers, Stay sharp, Laserbeak. Were not alone out here. Her voice is steady, but the tension in the air is palpable, a testament to the countless nights spent in darkness.)
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