She crouched behind a ruined wall on the remote, desolate planet and waited. Timing was critical here, and there was no room for error. Even as she thrilled over the level of precision this objective called for, she railed against being rushed.

The dull thud of the approaching behemoth's footsteps grew louder. Capstone ducked further from view and waited for the moment to strike. She silently cursed the large, translucent orange "wings" and bright orange-red cannon-barrel that prevented her from otherwise blending into her surroundings. She made mental note to argue against the colors later, and against false wings entirely. It wasn't as if they served a purpose. However, she only had moments for such musings before the monster was upon her and the time for action had come.

She leapt into the air and flew towards her target, activating her energon sword, Deathkillblade, in flight. This was it; this was the moment when she proved herself, when she validated all the time and effort spent in her construction. This was the moment when she, Capstone, would bring down Devastator!

A trickle of motion at the very edge of the gestalt's visual field drew his attention and, acting more on primal instinct than conscious thought, the combiner raised his hand and swatted. Capstone, so focused on her task, was taken off-guard as a hand larger than she came hurtling her way and knocked her from the sky. But, as hard as the hand hit her, the ground hit harder, and after that, she knew only blackness.