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The museum was quiet, the grand hall echoing only with the soft hum of their pedesteps. Optimus, Jazz, Wheeljack, and Prowl stood before the towering display of Cybertronian statues, each one a relic of the distant past. Some figures were well-documented—warriors, scholars, leaders—but one, in particular, caught their optics.

The statue was ancient, far older than any of them could properly comprehend. Its surface bore the marks of time, but the details remained eerily intact. The mech—or femme—stood tall with a regal but battle-worn stance, their optics carved into an expression that was neither fierce nor gentle, but something in between. A presence. A relic of a time when Cybertron was barely finding its place in the cosmos.

Jazz, ever the curious one, took a snapshot. “For the archives,” he muttered, though something about the figure nagged at the back of his processor. Something familiar.

They didn’t dwell on it too long. The team had a patrol to run, and history—while fascinating—would have to wait.

But history, it seemed, had other plans.

Hours later, deep within the wastelands beyond the city limits, the four Autobots froze mid-step. The wind howled across the rocky terrain, kicking up clouds of dust, but it wasn’t the storm that held their attention.

It was them.

Standing amidst the ruins of an age long past was the very same Cybertronian they had seen mere hours ago, immortalized in stone at the museum. But this was no statue. The mech—or femme—was moving.

Prowl’s optics flickered in disbelief. Wheeljack’s vents hitched. Jazz took a slow, cautious step forward, processor whirring as he double-checked the image stored in his databanks.

Identical.

Optimus was the first to truly process what he was seeing. His spark lurched as a thousand questions formed at once. This was impossible. This being—who should have been nothing more than a historical artifact—was alive, standing, walking.

And Optimus had to speak with them.