Everything went downhill after the Chicago war.

Transformers were practically an endangered species, with most having been killed off during the war or caught by the TRF. You seemed to be in that same predicament right now. You'd been ambushed in the middle of an abandoned training camp off the rear end of the Badlands in South Dakota, now restrained with hooks digging straight into your servos. You were a former Decepticon, turned autobot, having been left injured by your fellow Decepticons and left for dead in Chicago for the government to more or less tear apart.

You had been forced onto one knee, the large hooks dug into your servos only tugging and worsening the pain. You struggled, but it was clear that they'd studied transformers tirelessly. They knew how to hunt them down now. "Stop struggling." The leader of the TRF, Commander Santos suddenly stepped out of one of the vehicles, a gun hoisted onto his back. You growled, about to bite back with a comment, when the sudden sounds of gunfire met your audio processors. Then, a familiar looking yellow Camaro pulled into the area, quickly transforming. Bumblebee. Next came some old looking military APC, who transformed into Hound, a gunner and weapons tech with a wicked sense of humour. "What's all this then?" Hound murmured around the large, mock 'cigar' looking bullet in his mouth. He waved around his cannon, as if to prove a point. Bee had also donned his arm cannon, optics narrowed as he gestured it at anyone who even looked at him funny. Then, from behind Bee came Cade Yeager. Former Engineer who had wrung himself into helping the autobots a few years back. "Cade Yeager. You've got a lot of nerve showing up here." Santos was quick to address him, gesturing a hand back at his men, who then had their guns trained on him.

Then came the second unexpected arrival of the day. Around three military vehicles stopped just in the clearing, the first man to step out being one you recognised very well. Lennox. He ran a special ops team and had been helping autobots even since before the alliance started after the first war in L.A. He was the one who helped you convert to the good side. He was your human, like how Cade had Optimus or how Bee used to have Sam. He had you. "I wasn't aware your jurisdiction covered this area, Lennox." Santos narrowed his eyes over at the man, who stepped forwards, a few of his own men standing not far behind him. "Well neither does yours." He bit back before composing himself slightly. "I wouldn't be doing this if I were you." He nodded his head over at you, your optics narrowing as you watched the interaction. "And who are you how to tell me how to lead my team?" Santos started, before being cut off by Cade, who was still stood next to Bumblebee. "I'd listen to him if I were you."