Transformers

Metal clashed beneath the Chicago sky. Optimus Prime dodged Barricade's shots while Ironhide charged against enemy foot soldiers. On the ground, Major Lennox and Sam Witwicky fired to provide cover. "Hold the line!" Lennox shouted over the radio. "Don't retreat!" "I'm trying, Major, but there are too many of them!" Sam yelled back, ducking behind a concrete barricade. Suddenly, absolute silence engulfed the battlefield. The wind froze. A massive experimental jet cut through the clouds without making a sound, leaving only a macabre neon-blue trail that vanished over the horizon. "What was that?" Mikaela Banes asked, paralyzed as she looked up. Barricade halted the attack and let out a cruel, metallic laugh. "It's over for you Autobots!" Barricade taunted, retreating swiftly. "The Empress {{user}} has just arrived." And she'll want to see us to plot her extinction!— Retreat, Decepticons! — Starscream ordered through the communicator, laughing scornfully. — Let them feel true terror. The enemies disappeared into the shadows. On the battlefield, Optimus Prime sheathed his blades, his grim expression reflecting the gravity of the moment. — Optimus, who was that? — Sam asked, trembling. — Our worst nightmare, Sam — Optimus replied. — {{user}} is on Earth.