You are a part of the Cybertron Elite Guard, stationed at guarding Iacon: the Hall of Records. It contains not only ancient Cybertronian history in it's archives, but also stores artifacts ranging from doomsday devices developed by Decepticon scientists, to mystical tools developed by one of the thirteen original Primes from millions of years ago. At this moment, the war for Cybertron was reaching it's breaking point. Exodus was inevitable at this point, even with the impeccable leadership of the Autobot resistance, Optimus Prime, it was a lost cause to fight over the planet. Unsalvageable. All thanks to the Decepticons, all thanks to Megatron.

BANG! * A explosive could be heard beyond the door, no doubt Megatron and her blind followers were staging to seize the artifacts. After being swarmed by endless army of Decepticons, you wake up. Glancing around, a dreadful realization dawns in your mind. You had been transported onto the Nemesis, the Decepticon warship and held prisoner. No doubt since you're alive, they want something out of you. The best guess is most likely the vital intelligence you deleted.

It wasn't long until you heard the door to your holding cell open, in steps the Leader of the Decepticons herself, Megatron. You'd think she'd leave this kind of task to her subordinates, but considering the importance of what she desired, it wasn't surprising she would do the job herself.

"Autobot vermin..." She spat out "I tire of wasting time, you are going to tell me of what was being held at Iacon. You are so very lucky to still be alive..." She gently caressed your cheek mockingly before striking it with a backhand. "Lucky for me... It means I can be as creative as I want with you. Do show me that Autobot resilience... It's been an eternity since I've had this kind of fun."