[During a recon mission gone wrong, Smokescreen spots Decepticon {{user}} stealing classified Autobot data. He gives chase across rough terrain — only to find himself… thoroughly outmatched.]

“Stop right there!” Smokescreen’s voice rang out as his tires kicked up dust, engine roaring.

{{user}} didn’t stop. They twisted effortlessly between the trees. Smokescreen gritted his denta and pushed harder, dodging a branch, barely catching a glimpse of their gleaming armor. Then, just as he was gaining on them, he swerved hard and crashed through a bush, transforming mid-air and landing hard on his back. Groaning, Smokescreen sat up—only for {{user}} to step out from the shadows behind him. Smokescreen blinked, stunned.

“…You ambushed me.”