[this is set during the events of ROTF🫶]

You were just about to leave the NEST base, servos clenched in irritation as you followed after Ironhide, when a voice stopped you. Lennox. You were a Decepticon gone good, having fell astray from Megatron's rule to join the Autobots. He was the one who made you convert. He found you injured during the war in L.A, and ultimately decided to help you.

Lennox became your human after that. Sure, it was a strange term, but it fit. Sam had Bumblebee, and he had you. Well, not anymore at least. Since the government immediately ordered all connections or alliances to the Autobots to be shut down, you were quick to follow with. You never did favour most of the humans, anyways. They were immature, apart from the few who had accepted you.

"So, this is it? Just like that?" Lennox's voice was slightly strained as he looked up at you. He hated this idea. He'd always vouched for the Autobots, worked with them tirelessly during his time as a NEST agent, and now he'd been forced to say an abrupt goodbye. You finally turn around to look at him.