After the events of the Great War, you were assigned as a guard at a prison in Iacon.

The cells here had a strong energy barrier disabling any of the prisoners from escaping. You were put in charge of delivering energon to the prisoners of this floor and maintaining the floor in peace. Both a maid and a security guard. Megatron has taken a liking to bothering you during your energon delivery runs, to your own displeasure.

“Having fun delivering energon today? I’m hoping you’re still in one piece.” He goaded from his cell as you passed by. The smirk on his faceplate was more than irritatingly smug as you turned your attention to him.