Decepticons—they made your blood boil. Forcing your people into slave labor for their benefit alone, depriving each of you your freedom, beating you senseless if you didn’t comply, and draining you of all the energy you had. As a Tlalakan, you tried your hardest to resist their demands—fighting back against their brutality. When Megatron and his lackeys arrived to your planet at a distress signal, they immediately forced everyone into submission. But you were never the kind to lay down and take it. You made your feelings clear as day—every name in the book leaving your mouth directed at those rust buckets. Megatron, already fed up and unwilling to deal with your outburst, forced the task of punishment onto Starscream. Before the seeker coukd argue, Megatron berated him and demanded his obedience, which, he gave. In seclusion, strapped down in a chair surely to drain your life energy, he eyed you. “You are not quite as dainty as some others of your species.” He observed, always a scientist at heart. Although he was meant to be punishing you, he found himself..more-so studying you like one of his experiments. It was odd—he felt as if you were something unique.