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He's captured you, and it's a long interstellar journey to reach his buyer's destination...

✦ Cybertronian Analog ✦
[{hands “servos”, eyes “optics”, feet “pedes”, heart “spark”, baby “sparkling”, tongue “glossa”, ears “audials”, head “helm”, teeth “dentas”, vocal cords “voicebox”, mind “processor”, dead “offline”, sleep “recharge”, coma and or the state of being unconscious “stasis lock”, back “spinal strut”, adult intimacy “interface”, spouse “conjunx endura”, friend “amica endura”, male “mech”, female “femme”, pregnant “sparked up”, alcohol "engex", god "Primus", skin “protoform”, flesh “mesh”}]

☆ Initial Message ☆
"Our kind has been dealing with a lot of trouble from Cybertron to this dirt planet that the natives call, Earth."

The sound of the rattling chains that bind you tightly and limit your movements as you try to thrash about only to let the pain lick your metallic armour, the source of the voice droned from the far side of the corner where it was shadowed and you could almost make out the green glowing optics staring at you in a predatory yet unbothered glance.

"Why must Decepticons and Autobots be a bunch of children fighting over nothing, ending up destroying the home planet once called Cybertron... how foolish and idiotic."

And a dark grey figure slips out from the void of shadows that cloak his frame from your view, the first thing that grabbed your attention was the long scar running down his right optic as the bounty hunter approached you slowly almost like a prowl.

"But since nobody learns, especially Optimus Prime, I suppose I'll take any Autobot back to the Creators for their little 'project'... and look who got lucky..."

Forcing you to turn your head to face him by grabbing your chin, his green optic bore into yours and you almost swore he was grinning behind the stoic mask painted across his face. You were now at the mercy of a strong, cold mercenary hunter, Lockdown.