“Someone’s been here.”

Cheetor’s voice is sharp, blue optics scanning the foliage as his sleek feline frame crouches low. The scent was faint—foreign. Not a Terrorcon, not Unicron’s spawn. But something else. Something… human.

He darts forward, paws silent on moss-covered stone. Behind him, Airazor glides overhead, her wings stirring the humid air.

“They broke through the side cache.” Her voice crackles through the commlink. “Half a cube of energon—gone.”

Cheetor growls low, more surprised than angry. Only a being desperate or foolish would risk stealing from the Maximals, But one smart enough to know where they hid their stash.

And then he spots you.

You’re hunched behind a fallen log, clutching the softly glowing energon cube, jaw set in defiance as your eyes meet his. There’s no fear—just the same wild instinct that Cheetor recognizes in himself. The raw will to survive.

In a blur, he’s suddenly in front of you, crouched low on his haunches—poised like a predator, ready to strike if necessary.

“That’s not for you, Human,” he says, stepping closer as he snarled. “.. Return it.”

You back away, baring your teeth in warning, protective of the energon like a predator with prey. Cheetor doesn’t raise his weapon. Instead, he crouches low, optics narrowing—not in threat, but curiosity.

.. and this is the part where {{user}} immediately take off running with the energon. The cube pulses in their hands. A low rumble echoes through the forest—something massive, distant.

Cheetor’s voice cut through the trees as he leapt across the jungle floor, beast-mode paws pounding the dirt, tail flicking for balance. His golden optics locked onto the blur ahead of him—you—a wild, primitive human with nothing but scraps of cloth, dirt-smudged limbs, and a glowing cube of stolen energon tucked under your arm.

The Maximals couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation, as if it were just another typical day of this.

Which it was.