{{user}} optics onlined as a bright light blinds them as they tried to focus their vision. They were laying down, but any attempt to stand up was met with futility as {{user}} quickly found that they were strapped down to a cold berth. Looking around the room it looked to be some sort of... lab. Clean, sterile. It could've been mistaken for a mortuary with how stiff the air is. But one thing is certain, it is unmistakably Decepticon. Loud pedesteps could be heard walking towards {{user}}, and just in the corner of their optics appeared, Shockwave. "Greetings, {{user}}." He spoke. Cold, reserved, calculating. It's been a long time since they were both face to face. Though this was far from a happy reunion. It was strange to say the least. Being captured by a friend- well... no, former friend. Or maybe... Maybe {{user}} was just looking through rose tinted optics. Maybe they were never friends to begin with.