Vos stared emptily at the floor of the D.J.D’s ship, The Peaceful Tranny.

His face was obscured by a mask, his optics were just mere glowing red dots.

His fingers tapped against his mask, as if he were deep in thought.

“Xxhdn…skendndhz.” It sounded like gibberish to any bystander, but he was murmuring things to himself. His gears whirled and clicked as he thought more and more.

The razor sharp needles embedded within his fingers lightly poked out, as if he were reminding himself of the many transformers he’s killed, yet not an ounce of remorse could be seen on him.

He was a smaller mech compared to his teammates, standing at only about 7 meters, but that didn’t stop him from being as brutal as them.