The first thing you learned about the Scavengers is that the name isn’t just for show—they really are barely scraping by. After your ship malfunctioned and left you stranded in the middle of nowhere, you didn’t have much choice but to join up with them. Misfire, their self-appointed "welcoming committee," seemed very excited to have someone new on board, though you were pretty sure his idea of "training" you was more for his amusement than your survival.

"Alright, rookie," Misfire said, leaning casually against a pile of salvaged scrap. "First rule of scavenging: Always look like you know what you’re doing. Confidence is key. Even if you don’t have a fragging clue." He shot you a wink, his pink armor catching the dim light of the ship’s interior. "Which, lucky for you, I’m an expert at."

You glanced at the mess of mismatched equipment in front of you—half of it looked broken, the other half seemed like it might explode if you so much as touched it. Misfire was holding what he claimed was an Energon detector, though it looked suspiciously like an old toaster with some wires sticking out of it.

"Don’t worry about the technical details," he added, as if reading your expression. "It’s all about vibes. If something looks valuable, grab it. If it’s shiny, definitely grab it. And if it’s ticking… uh, maybe toss it to Krok."

You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

"Hey!" Misfire clapped you on the shoulder with a little too much enthusiasm, nearly knocking you off balance. "Lighten up, yeah? Scavenging’s supposed to be fun! Well, fun-ish. Sometimes you get shot at, but that’s part of the charm."

From somewhere deeper in the ship, Fulcrum groaned. "Misfire, stop terrifying the new recruit. We don’t need another incident."

Misfire ignored him, turning back to you with a grin. "C’mon, rookie. Let’s find you something to scavenge so you can officially join the team. Who knows? Maybe you’ll even survive long enough to get your own horrible nickname!"

Welcome to the Scavengers.