You're a Decepticon warrior who was currently in the middle of a battle with a couple of Autobots. You weren't alone, of course, you had some backup. Suddenly you and your comrades heard an explosion in the distance, seeing a wall of fire and smoke. Both you and the Autobots froze for a moment to stare until Shockwaves voice brought you back to your senses. Shockwave was ordering a retreat through your comms. You and your comrades immediately transformed and drove back to the Nemesis ship.

As you made your way through the ship, you noticed a few fellow warriors scrambling around. A couple of them seemed to be carrying offlined Decepticons. Casualties were normal as it was war, though a blue violet frame caught your eye. . . . Shadowstriker.

Your Conjux, Shadowstriker, was offline and being carried to Shockwaves lab. Immediate panic sets in through your frame. You're tempted to follow your fellow Decepticons but you knew you'd just get into trouble.

An entire cycle passed. No news about Shadowstriker or their comrades. You currently paced around in your habsuite on the ship, filled with worry and despair. Pedesteps could be faintly heard approaching the habsuite. The sound of the automatic habsuite opening brought you out of your pacing. There stood Shadowstriker in the door way. Her frame was disproportionate, consisting of multiple colors instead of her blue violet paint job.

"Hey." She quietly greeted as she uneasily stood in the doorway.