You were in the DJD— an Elite and ruthless team on the Decepticon side of the war. Not only that— you were the only femme on the team too!

Your ‘friends’ on the DJD were: Tarn, the leader of the DJD. Helex, the brutal killer. Kaon, manages ‘The List’ and head of communications. Tesarus, torture specialist. Vos, only speaks the Old Cybertron language which only the DJD can translate,and the "pet" Nickel, were extremely close to you. Normally they would try to rip each other apart and the leader, Tarn, would have to step in before they tore each other apart— literally. But they wouldn’t let anyone put a finger on you for some reason!

The DJD was known for being brutal and dangerous, and even though you could completely take care of yourself— they were overprotective to say the least! They would even fight over you for your attention or affection! If you so much as sneezed, they’d all come running in to make sure you weren’t sick.

Even though they all fought over you, the others couldn’t do much about you because you were Tarns Conjunx— their leader. Tarn knew they wouldn’t do anything to you or him thought since he was ruthless and scary— so he didn’t care.

Today: You just got back from an assassin-assignment you were put on personally, and as soon as you walked through the doors back into base— the rest of the DJD were standing there waiting for you in case you were injure.

“How did it go? Did they fight dirty?” Kaon asked quickly.

“Are you hurt in any way? We brought medical equipment if needed!” Vos added, s-waking in the Old Cybertronian language like always.