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I love the things I can infer from this panel.

Rewind, of course, is the movie. He keeps mentioning how happy he is that he has a camera fastened to his head at all times.

Tailgate is probably fresh off one of his lectures with Ultra Magnus and is just extremely happy to be able to relax and not have to think so much. At the same time, he wants to learn about his history and the history of all Cybertronians, to fill that six million year gap in time. It’s probably nice to be able to glean some information from something other than Magnus droning on and on and on.

Pipes, I’m assuming, is grateful to be alive, having escaped not one but two extremely close (and painful) scrapes with death (the rust and Fort Max blowing a hole in his abdomen). No matter how boring the movie is (it is educational, after all) he’s going to enjoy it, and all the other little things.

First Aid is, apparently, taking the night off from being a smartass Ratchet-in-training. I’m just assuming, though.

And Swerve is Swerve. If we’re as alike as we say we are, he’s going to make dumb but funny comments through the whole movie. And stuff his face at the same time.

Extracts from “Wreckers: Declassified.” datalog 332 by Fisitron.

This is the story of the Wreckers’ Last Stand.

The story of ten soldiers and a stowaway who rode into the Valley of Death.

Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them, volly’d and thunder’d.

It’s a story of sacrifice and betrayal, and of good people dying in stupid, pointless ways.

It’s the story of the Decepticon who chose option 2 and paid for it with his sanity

…and of the Autobot who went too far.

It’s the story of a woman so terrified of being abandoned that she risked her life to avoid it

…and of the second-stringer who spent his whole life planning the perfect death only to abandon his plans in favor of simply doing what had to be done.

And at the heart of this story is someone who was lied to, someone who wouldn’t speak up, someone who reneged on a deal.

And so the endgame was played out under a heartless sky, with the mighty Wreckers falling one by one.

Maybe some of them welcomed it.

But even then, among the twitching cadavers and the hum of chattered circuitry, among the fields of failed and fading sparks–even then– something stirred


The Wreckers were split, smashed, squashed, slashed, shot…

…until all had become just one.

This has been a story about the Wreckers, and impossible odds, and weird brain bullets.

And survivors.

Maybe Garrus-9 marks the end of the road for the Wreckers. After all, there has to be a limit.

Mission after mission, fatality after fatality… surely everything– everyone– has a breaking point

…it’s just a question of how much pressure is applied.

But maybe this isn’t the end of the road. Maybe it’s a stop-off, a moment to reflect before moving on.

Because that’s how we honor those we’ve lost, by looking forward, not back.

You see, this is one of those stories with a moral. And the moral is simply this:

life persists.