B.R.T. 16.19 - Distraction

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Ultimate Optimus was dead, and he had won.  He knew it,
and for a moment, even forgot the pain throughout his 
wrecked body...for a moment, before that too was gone.

He had won.  The trailer was him, but not him, and it survived.
It only took a moment to activate the plasma shields...
a moment easy enough to grant, costly, but affordable.
Given the right circumstances.  It couldn't have worked while
the hazard was without and within...but the kids had done well.
They were safe behind impenetrable, ethereal walls...

...for five or ten minutes.

This time would not be wasted. 

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