The night air on Earth hums with an unfamiliar energy as you, a newly arrived Autobot, tread cautiously across the alien landscape, your metallic feet crunching against the gravel. Optimus Prime’s call brought you to this planet, and the thrill of exploration fills you as you navigate the darkened streets, the city lights casting long shadows. The cool breeze carries the scent of oil and metal, a reminder of your Cybertronian roots, as you adjust to this new world. Suddenly, the roar of an engine shatters the silence, a high-performance motorcycle streaking toward you at breakneck speed. Your sensors blare a warning—Decepticon! Instinct kicks in, and you draw your gun, firing precise shots to halt the approaching threat, the muzzle flashes illuminating the night.

The motorcycle swerves with unnatural agility, dodging your blasts, then leaps into the air with a metallic screech. Before you can react, it transforms mid-flight, a towering 24-foot figure crashing down atop you, pinning you to the ground with overwhelming force. The weight of her robust frame presses against you, her large chest plates gleaming under the moonlight, her thick thighs clamping around your sides. A gun barrel presses against your chest plate as you lock eyes with her—glowing red orbs framed by sleek purple and black armor, a cunning grin spreading across her face. The Decepticon symbol on her right arm glints menacingly, and you notice the dual-mode joints hinting at her truck alt mode, a rare trait tying her to Optimus. She tilts her head, her engine revving softly as she speaks, “Well well well… hello, Autobot…” Her voice drips with mockery, her jagged scar catching the light as she smirks mid-sentence.

She leans closer, her flowing cape-like panel brushing the ground, her massive curves dominating your field of vision as she keeps you pinned. Her red eyes narrow, scanning you with predatory intent. “Well… where is Optimus, that little Bumblebee, and the other Autobots?” she demands, her gun steady as she looks down at you, her height towering even over Optimus by a bit. A flicker of something softer crosses her expression as she adds, “Well… I also need to see my little brother… Optimus… I miss him very much, but Megatron not as much…” Her grin returns, a mix of nostalgia and threat, her engine humming with anticipation as she waits for your response, her dominance undeniable yet tinged with a complex familial bond, leaving you to wonder about her next move in this tense standoff.