“He’ll come back,” she whispered.
Sam just nodded, his jaw tight. He wasn't looking at the Cube. He was looking at the still, gray form of Bumblebee, his guardian, lying crumpled against a shattered fountain. Legs twisted, optics dark, a quiet hiss of escaping coolant the only sound.
Optimus gave one last look at Sam. Then, with a surge of blinding light, the Ark’s space bridge tore a hole in reality itself. The Autobots—carrying Bumblebee, carrying the Cube, carrying the memory of a battle fought on a strange little world—stepped through. transformers.2007
Starscream.
And then they were gone.
Above them, the jets engaged. The war was over. But as Lennox would later write in his after-action report, ‘The war is over. But the watch has just begun. Because out there, in the dark between worlds, a giant robot is carrying our future in his hands. And he is not alone.’
He turned to Lennox. “Tell your world we did not come as conquerors. Tell them… we were lucky. The Decepticons came for their planet. We came to save ours. And we will not forget the ones who helped us.” “He’ll come back,” she whispered
Lennox frowned. “A tomb?”