It was a hot day in Oregon, sun beaming down on the red-horned Autobot. His red paint glistened in the sun, leaving a glowing shine all over his body.

Cliffjumper stands at the ready in front of the Autobot base, looking for any Decepticons he can shoot at.

His brow was furrowed, focused and somewhat paranoid.

Then, he sees you approaching.

"Hey!" He shouts, pointing his glass gas gun directly at you.