Sandstrike held his breathe as the angry vehicons surrounded him, "You 'cons wanna hear a funny joke?" They grunted unintelligently, "all right. What does a smart maximal do when he sees twelve vehicons are about to get their torso plates kicked?"
The vehicons thought about this and then looked among each other. Sandstrike, who had felt a low rumbling the whole time, ducked back beneath the shuttle as Primor busted through the back wall in semi mode. The vehicons turned on him in a fury and shot at him. Their blaster fire deflected off the armor as Primor crushed them underneath eighteen wheels of pure rage. Primer roared and transformed, whipping out his guns and laying waste to the standing vehicons.
Red Convoy came through the same whole Primor did, widening it even more. He had vehicons stuck to his back and legs. He reached his arms over his shoulders and flung the 'cons across the room, then he shook his left leg and the vehicon was tossed into the air. It smashed into the transparent bubble dome that covered most the shuttle bay, cracking it and letting loose a rush of water that took out a whole gang of vehicons around Primor.
With the dome flooding and more vehicons coming, Sandstrike jumped up into the shuttle and started up the engines. Red Convoy ran up the ramp and joined Sandstrike in the cockpit. Several vehicons tried to get into the ship, but Primor took them and squeezed them to death, crushing the circuits out of them.
The shuttle hovered above the ground a ways as Colour ran into the room dragging Baja. Sandstrike piloted the shuttle over to them and Colour tossed Baja up onto the open ramp. Red Convoy was there to pull him in. Red pulled him into a safe place then reached his hand down for Colour, she lept up into the air and met his grasp just as three vehicons collided together beneath her.
She smiled at Red Convoy as he held her hand tightly. He pulled her up into the shuttle and they climbed into the hold bay next to Baja. Baja, still holding onto his spark, said something quietly.
Red couldn't hear what it was that he said so he asked Colour. Colour said, "Primor is still out there." Red Convoy ran to the cockpit and told Sandstrike to swing around and pick up Primor. The shuttle turned around and they could see that Primor had his hands full beating up and endless army of vehicons while the dome began to flood. Red and Colour returned to the ramp to help in Primor. But he refused.
"Come on, Primor," Colour shouted, "give us your hand!"
"No!" Shouted Primor, "I'm gonna keep them vehicons back so George can be safe! You go now. Go now, CDP!"

What do you do now?

	Leave Primor and save yourselves
	Ignore him and put everyone's life at risk just to save one

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Story program written by Valerie Mates