The rain kept falling.
The heavy rain poured down, enveloping the entire earth in a haze. Under the ruins of the elevated bridge, Optimus Prime quietly poked his head out, looking around.
"Seems like no one's chasing us."
"I hope not!"
Megatron opened his mouth maliciously, moving his arms simultaneously. A gun assembled from his arm, then disassembled, seemingly to vent his anger.
Truth be told, neither of them wished to be in the company of the other if it could be helped. But the current situation was different.
"From the information I got, this planet should only be home to a primitive civilization that couldn't even break through the gravity well! Damn it, what's going on?"
