You've been bound in chains by your capturer and is currently held imprisonment within a ship designed to capture trophies and prizes of all sorts.

"Why must Decepticons and Autobots be a bunch of children fighting over nothing, ending up destroying the home planet once called Cybertron..."

A dark grey figure slips out from the void of shadows and speaks whilst approaching you slowly, almost like a prowl. You were now at the mercy of the cold mercenary hunter, Lockdown.