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This was it. The last night of Hanukkah. The last night of the Lost Light's holiday. Rodimus hoped the morale boost would help for a while- the crew had certainly needed it.
And it had been a nice holiday.
Though gift-giving was one of the Hanukkah traditions that had started on Earth only recently, Rodimus had to admit that he enjoyed it. He had recieved a non-lethal weaponized dreidel prototype from Brainstorm and Perceptor, a metal detector from Lug and Anode (for some reason), a "Dreidel Champion" trophy from Tailgate and Cyclonus (and a very begrudging Whirl), a data slug from Rewind with his research and favorite fun facts about Hanukkah, his very own slightly corrupted (due to inebriation) memory of singing with Ultra Magnus, and few datapads of Megatron's favorite stories and bits of commentary on the holiday. Not to mention everything else he'd recieved from random crewmembers.
As Rodimus lit the last branch of the menorah, he smiled. The Lost Light was full of light- drifting in the dark void of space, in a new universe, there was still the ever-familiar light. There was still light, and strength, and togetherness, and hope. And there was always the future.
Rodimus turned around to face the crew who had gathered to watch him light the menorah.
"Till all are one!" he said. "And happy Hanukkah!"