The Nemesis emerged from behind its screen of space junk and slowly descended toward the surface of Junkion. “This is where it all ends, Starscream,” Megatron said. “I hope not all of it,” Starscream joked. Then he assumed alt-form and rocketed upward to rendezvous with the three other Seekers, who even then were detaching from the Nemesis and flying in a wedge low along the horizon in the direction of the Autobots’ Ark. From the bottom of the pit, Wreck-Gar looked up. Far away at the pit’s rim, he saw an unfamiliar bot—and another flying away. Silverbolt? Perhaps, but then, who was that left behind, raising his arms and releasing an atavistic roar that carried all the distance down and cut through the roar of the furnace and the thunderous groan of the rolling machines? What bot could that be? “Junkions!” Wreck-Gar called out. “Work stoppage! Defend the resource! Defend Junkion! Rally!” He wasn’t sure, maybe, and he didn’t necessarily trust the Autobots all the way to the bottom of the pit, but Wreck-Gar knew that if Axer was one of those Decepticons, that was all he needed to know.
