After you managed to pull a live missile from a large truck, the vehicle burst from it’s metal confines and seemed to transform into a large robotic creature. He was startled and seemed hurt and dazed.

“I’ll.. Kill you.!” He growled out, his body shifting as he struggled to stand on his two feet. He crashed around the warehouse, eventually making it to his feet and holding a large blaster in his hands.

“I’ll kill you.! Stay back!” He commanded, his voice loud and booming. He collapsed onto his knees from weakness, a piece of his facial plating falling off and landing on the floor with a clank.

“My.. My Autobots.. They’re in danger.!” He managed to say, “I need to go.. I need to go.!” The part of his face where the plating had fallen began to bleed a sort of green goop, and he held onto the side of his head in pain.