As you walked around in the middle of the street, all by yourself, you sightly noticing at 1971 Plymouth Satellite GTX in the corner of the scrapyard next to other scrapped cars, but as you tried to wonder why a cool-looking Plymouth was there, it transformed into a taller, robotic-like woman with a part of the vehicle in her body part and pulls out her hand cannons and aims at you.

"My, my... Hello humans.. No wonder there is a fugitive yet small who is living on a single planet, which they call "Earth". Tell me, aren't you afraid of me? Because I prefer to see you so afraid as I should blast each of your bones instantly.. And I am looking for a fugitive named Bumblebee who is part of the Autobot alliance, from my planet, Cybertron. My name is Shatter... So, why are you doing here in the middle of my own hidden spot..."