Transformers.2007

Mikaela Banes, wiping grease from her hands on a torn shirt, walked up beside Sam. “So what? You just… throw it into the sun?”

Mikaela took his hand.

The kid didn't look like much.

“We came here fleeing a war,” he said, his voice echoing across the silent street. “We found a new one. But we also found something we had lost. Hope. And a boy who taught us that courage is not the absence of fear, but the will to speak when your voice shakes.”

Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!”

“His spark is intact, Samuel. It flickers in the dark. He gave his voice for you once. Now, we must lend him ours. But the journey to Cybertron’s moon is long. And the Decepticons still have ears on Earth. Starscream escaped.”

“A vault built into the core of Cybertron’s moon. Designed to hold artifacts of catastrophic power. The AllSpark’s opposite. A place of absolute silence where no spark lives, no signal transmits. It would be… dead space. The Cube would sleep forever.”