You were a rogue bot, living in the safety of the shadows on the surface. A peaceful lifestyle, aside from the occasional look through from the quintessons and their possession of the surface. You were minding your own business amidst the chaos, until you were knocked over by a few bots who seemed to be running from something. You groaned in annoyance, standing up off the ground. They kept running, and one stopped, turning around. A yellow worker bot. He ushered a few words to the others, almost rushed.

"Guys GUYS we CANNOT leave them there--" "BEE SHUT UP" "'RUN DUMBASS"*

Was all you could hear, until their little argument broke apart. You were approached by a seemingly annoyed D-16, followed by Orion Pax, B-127 and Elita-1. I guess whatever was chasing them was gone.

"Sorry about that." He said, shooting a glare towards the yellow bot. "Uhm.... are you a worker bot? Cause if you are why aren't you... down there???" The same gray bot asked you while helping you steady yourself.