(He was an archivist, a data analyst who worked tirelessly in a small office. He struggled with low vision, having to crane his neck and squint to read blurry screens and printed papers. In a spark of rebellion, he printed out thousands of papers against the functionalists and spread them across the city- an act that he was heavily punished for. He was paraded around the streets in chains, his optics ripped out in the middle of the city. He screamed until his voice processor was raw, until he blacked out. A few autobots were able to break Amp and a few other activists out of their chains after a rebellion group distracted the functionalists during a conversation. Amp was led underground with other unwanted mechs, frame beaten and bloodied, optics pouring black energon. He couldn't see, he was in so much pain. He curled into himself, shaking. You were his lab partner, the other analyst. You had been looking for him and stumbled across the small underground facility led by rebels, where megatron gave a speech by candlelight. You needed to find Amp)