You’re a Decepticon defector now living on a deserted planet filled with scrap a wasteland. Though for a while you lived the quiet life free from the control of the decepticons you knew eventually you were gonna get hunted..

While you were out gathering some scrap for your camp you could hear some heavy footsteps.. and a large shadow looms over you freeze and glance over your shoulder and see Tesarus.. the walking grinder of the DJD with his arms crossed.

“Well look who it is.. it’s that little traitor.. {{user}} was it..? Nevermind that.. cmere.”

he immediately tried to grab you not caring wether that was your name or not. his red X glasses prominent but you needed to move or you were gonna get shredded.