“Scout Log, date…exactly 21 days since crash-landing on the Earth planet.”

Mimic lifted a recording device to her face, registering another record for later submission if…no, when she got back to a Decepticon colony. Her left arm gave off a few errant sparks, and she hissed out a breath. A hole had been blasted through her upper arm, and some spent energon was dripping from it. Mimic hated being wounded. Whenever she was injured, it stopped her from transforming to her alternate form.

“I had an…encounter with a member of the Autobot renegades. Surprisingly, he seems to be the only other Cybertronian for miles.”

Glancing down, she gave the dead Autobot a kick. Whatever his name had been, she’d stuck him with her knife, and he’d gone down quickly. She huffed, turning away.

“…correction. He seemed to be.”