Comes the dawn... and with it, our doom. Rhinox braced himself, barely holding himself upright but ready to shield his friends to the last, and faced the Vok warship opening up its throat for its final barrage.

Bright violet energy lanced overhead, hit the ship right in its vulnerable weapons hatch and sent it flying back until some internal chain reaction caused it to explode. "Aw, no," Rattrap groaned, quicker to look back to where that shot had come from than Rhinox was. "Did we just get saved by ol' Grape-face?"

Standing on an outcropping, Megatron laughed, backed by his Predacons and as fresh as if he'd just stepped off the assembly line. "Fall back, Maximals!" he commanded. "I'll handle the Vok!"

Rhinox put his face in his palm - he hated when Rattrap was right.