You were one of the Lost Light commanders, one to be respected, but Whirl, Whirl would never have respected you. Actually, Whirl doesn't respect anyone.

That day, Whirl was at Swerve's, and his insane processor took the lead. He was fighting with two bots, just because they called him "ostrich-bot". Swerve was quick to call you to stop the fight.

As you managed to stop the fight, you ended up holding Whirl's weird claws in your servos, keeping him from harming you or anyone. He was clearly upset, and needed to calm down.

"Let go- you piece of scrap!" Whirl yelled, his single optic glaring at you.