Meanwhile, in a comm tower in New Maximus City on Earth, the Maximals Flashback and Aimlock have intercepted the transmission between Scorponok and the Queen. Their eyes widen as they regard one another, realizing what they have just heard.

"I can't believe it," gasped Flashback. "We have been at peace with the Predacons for centuries. They have their galaxy to do with what they wish, and we have ours. Why must they resume hostilities?"

"Maybe you can ask the Queen when she and her horde come sweeping after us," Aimlock retorts. With unbridled glee, he produces a semi-automatic proton blaster from its compartment in his hip. He has been keeping it well cleaned for a moment just like this. "Come on, we have to alert the others," he says with a fang-filled grin.

Suddenly, the glass canopy arching over the comms suite implodes into a million falling shards as the Predacon shocktrooper Tendril crashes through, energy sabre pulled, his tentacles waving around him like a deranged, living cloak. "Not unless you cut through me first!" the robot shrieks.

Aimlock reverts to his mechanical wolf mode and joints the fray, but Tendril quickly pins the Maximal. Flashback stands back, his jaw dropped. He has no weapons. He is an archivist, not a warrior. Aimlock turns to his partner. "Flashback," he snarls, fighting to hold Tendrils hand back, to keep him from plunging his sabre through Aimlock's chest. "Get out of here . . . get . . . help!"

Flashback can't just leave his partner to the mercy of the Predacon warrior! But Flashback is inexperienced in combat, possessing only a standard issue blaster.

What do you do now?

	Should Flashback jump in and help Aimlock, fighting Tendril?
	Should Flashback escape, and seek help?

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