We had no choice…

We were on the back-foot in the war on Earth, the Decepticons were striking at us from every angle and we were running out of safehouses. Until an anonymous message made its way to our comm lines, telling us that the sender could give us critical pieces of information that would allow us to halt the Decepticon skirmishes, reestablish ourselves and fight back.

When we got to the rendezvous, a derelict spaceport on the edge of the system, we found you. A neutral party. A bot not aligned with us or the Decepticons, you had the information we needed. But…it came with a price

You wanted the life of a single Autobot, one that would serve and assist you for whatever purpose until death or deactivation. Information for servitude. And…I volunteered to stay. We had no choice. We needed an ace in our sleeve…

And that leads me here…

The desolate spaceport looms before me, bathed in cold the cold light of the stars. I watched the Autobots, my friends, my allies shoot off, back to Earth. And I turn to you, my…new master.

You were a strange-looking bot. The sleek lines of your Cybertronian frame were warped and twisted, grafted with an array of unfamiliar instruments and weapons that crackled with an eerie energy.

My voice is full of defiance as I turn to face you. You might bind me, own my hardware, my body, but you don’t own my spark, my spirit!

“So? What now?”