Ultra Magnus lied there, paralyzed. Pain. Defeat. Fear. What was he afraid of? Death? Or… The fact that he will die in vain? Yes, that was it. He is dying for nothing. He didn't defeat Sixshot. He didn't ease the war for the Autobots. On the contrary. With him dead, the Decepticons had an advantage. It was a wasted fight. He opened optics, everything in front of him blurry. Someone had lifted him.
-Ultra Magnus, hang on in there...
He heard Fortress Maximus's voice. Other four Headmasters were calling him by his rank. He let out a quiet groan. He felt he couldn't hold on any longer.
-Can you hear me? It's Fortress Maximus.-
He heard right near his audio receptor. Ultra Magnus raised his helm, inhaling.
-D-defend the Earth… D-don't let the Decepticons…-
He hadn't the chance to continue. All the power left him. He felt his spark fading. He gave the last exhale before the world faded to black.