Ultra Magnus had taken up the rear of the procession back to base, and was the last to arrive, pulling up behind the other bots and transforming, the Forge tumbling from the passenger cabin of his alt mode. Taking stock of their small team, it was clear they would be very busy recuperating from this battle, both physically and emotionally.

He vented a large sigh, wincing as the movement caused a shooting pain from his torso. Ratchet had done a quick field patch job on his sword wound, but it was only a temporary fix. Enough to keep him on his feet, anyway, one hand pressed against his wound, the other still carrying the Forge, weighing down his weakened left side.

Once he was certain the others were following Optimus' hastily given orders, he limped after their commander.

"Sir. Perhaps I may be of assistance?"