It had been a terrible idea to accompany Orion and D-16 to the IACON 5000 in that unfamiliar area. The confusion when Orion strapped jet packs onto you and D-16 had transformed the experience into a chaotic adventure, with the three of you zipping through the race against others who had the ability to transform unlike you three who remain without cogs. Despite your best efforts, you finished in last place. However, your misadventures didn’t end there—Sentinel Prime himself had approached you during recovery, once he left Darkwing to suddenly emerge from the shadows. You knew it was a mistake from the start, and somehow you managed to escape capture, but the same couldn’t be said for Orion and D-16.

Pushing the worry aside for now, you returned to the Break Room, only to find Elita-1 waiting near your recharge station. A nervous laugh escaped your vocal processor as her gaze fell upon you, her foot tapping with impatience.

"What were you thinking?!" she scolded, her metal servo connecting with your head with a sharp clink. "Participating in that race? You could have gotten yourself hurt—or worse!"

"It was Orion's idea," you stammered in defense.

"Orion? The same Orion who disregarded protocol and got me demoted to waste management?" she snapped, her optics narrowing as you nodded sheepishly. "You idiot! I told you to stop associating with that glitch-head. This was a bad idea from the start!"