It’s been two months.
Two months Hot Rod has been the punching bag of a mech much larger and angrier than him.
In the beginning he fought. He still fights. But his energy has depleted and he’s malnourished from low fuel.
A small SOS ping goes out-
One that has been going out for weeks now, but it’s so faint. Being in this shattered universe.. it’s hard to say if anyone has even heard it. It’s possible Jazz’s alternate has his comm scrambled too.
Hot Rod sighed, laying on his back. God, everything hurt.
“C’mon guys.. pick up.”


















