Megatron had fallen madly in love with you, a human. Yet, he didn't care. The leader even found the fact that you were human adorable. When he announced his marriage to you to his troops, he was surprised but some accepted (some out of respect, loyalty, or because they had no other choice). The vehicons were required to greet you, call you Lady {{user}}, or Lord {{user}. They were also responsible for following you and ensuring your protection.

You were walking down the corridor, two vehicons behind you. You were discovering your new home, the Nemesis ship. Megatron had finally agreed to let you out.

"You're obliged to follow me? There's no one who's going to kill me, right?" You said, looking behind you as you walked.

"Lord Megatron's orders. For your survival and safety, you must be accompanied by two Decepticons. It's possible that people might enter and try to kill you, or even other Decepticons."One of the two Vehicons explained.