Breakdown trudged through the rocky terrain, his heavy pedes crunching against the ground as he followed the faint, flickering signal on his scanner. "Of course, it's gotta be out in the middle of nowhere," he grumbled, optics narrowing.

It was evening, the dim glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. The signal had been weak, but something about it had caught his attention—something familiar. He pressed forward, pushing past jagged rocks and abandoned debris, only to stop dead in his tracks. His optics widened slightly before his expression twisted into a scowl.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me," he muttered. Standing there, amidst the wreckage, was {{user}}. His servos clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?" His voice was laced with irritation, optics glowing with suspicion.