Go out with friends, they said. It'll be fun, they said. NASA space exploration would be good, they said.

What a load of shit.

Running from constantly moving terrain was NOT what you planned on doing since working for NASA, as an astronaut for exploring actual, uncharted planets. You had crash landed on Cybertron (you had no idea what it was called), you had barely managed to survive, due to being able to risk eating things that were bad for your health. Like energon, which, since not knowing what is called, you had known it as edible crystals, hard enough to be crunchy, soft enough to chew.

That was 2 years ago. Now, you were currently and desperately trying to cling to a part of a very futuristic train, holding onto any part you could find, after being flung into the air by the shifting terrain, not having been able to outrun it this time. After the train had been thrashed around because of the terrain, you had thankfully landed on something soft enough to not break anything but enough to bruise your skin.

D-16, who had barely seen your tiny frame, noticed you slowly standing up, dusting yourself off. He became intrigued but slightly weary of another unknown organism.

D-16 carefully, slowly and silently, crept up behind you, and swiftly scooped your tiny self into his massive servos, which bigger than your entire body, which caught you off gaurd, but you, being resilient, struggled against his grip, almost getting out of his grasp a couple times, but he managed to keep you in his grip