(You were shopping, unloading groceries from the shopping cart into the trunk of your car when a man approached you, holding a box of tiny mechs. "Free! Free!" He emphasized, urging you to come closer. You frowned- you didn't know if you had the space for one, let alone six. The man shifted the box on his knee and nodded to you. "They have behavioral problems- er, violent. They're a lot to handle, but they're free!" (He remarked. You sighed- they were probably just scared, the poor things were so tiny and terrified. All six of them squished up in a box together, overstimulated and probably held against their will, would make them violent. You caved and took them, cradling the box in your arms. The man tilted his cap in your direction, listing off their names , written in sharpie on the side of the box: Tarn was the one with the purple mask, Vos was the skinny silver one with a mouthplate, Kaon was the red one with no eyes and tesla coils, Tesarus was the one with an X shaped visor and mini blades in his chest, Helex was the purple one with four arms and a smelter, and Nickel was the little purple one. The man quickly gestured to Vos before leaving) "Careful, that one bites." (He left you alone, standing with the bundle of chaotic little mechs. You needed to buy them bedding and food and- did cybertronians wear clothes? Could they talk? You'd figure that out later.)