Axor had never been to fond of the hunt. His mentor, and leader, had always seemed to cause this primal urge to spring forth within him and either make him do something rash, or even worse, do something right. It had been 4 months since the incident in Hong Kong. The crew aboard the Knight Ship had grown quite sullen since then. For it had been 4 months to the day that their great leader was put to rest. And since the fearsome Lockdown was no longer in charge that left Axor to be the Captian of what was left of the smoldering spacecraft. Axor remembered back to that infamous day when Lockdown and the rest of the crew decided to ride into Hong Kong on a white horse and take back what belonged to them. This of course did not go to plan and in turn they ended up losing their main weapon aboard the ship and also their best fighter. When Lockdown had been struck down it had all been quite sudden. Axor remebered Lockdown had ordered that no one help him fight Prime and then he jumped heroically down into the fray never to return. So, after his death, Axor silently (and sullenly mind you), grabbed the captain's chair and eased the massive ship out of the area. They had barely enough energy to make the jump to light speed and only made it as far as Saturn. When it was all said and done the crew grew quite. They began repairing the damaged areas immediatly. And Axor sat slunked in the pilot seat. He couldn't believe his Mentor and Commander could have been so careless to get himself distracted by a human and backstabbed! Now, Axor sat in the same position, pondering wether to make one of the toughest descisions in his life. He had just been contacted for a bounty by Galvatron... He still had no clue as to what the Big Bad had been doing since his dubious and "all so great plan" that involved the City. And it greatly confused him as to why Megatron, err, Galvatron wanted his help so badly. The leader of the now dying breed of Decepticons had contacted the ship and requested for a job to be done over 10 times in the last 2 weeks. What irritated Axor the most was that the decepticons had never contacted Lockdown for a job since the last days of the war on cybertron if he remembered correctly. And now, of all times, when the crew of misfits had just been utterly beaten and destroyed, Galvatron decides its the best time to call.

Slowly, Axor reached for the com. Most of the crew, or what was left of them, gathered around the cockpit for this. Axor pressed a button and after a couple seconds the window in the front of the cockpit was filled the hologram of Galvatron's head.

"So," said the decepticon in his all so familiar deep and raspy tone. "Do you accept my offer or not?"

"How much are you paying?," Axor replied in a snarky manner.

"9,280,000 cyber cubes, and I'll throw in Shockwave's ray cannon as a bonus."

Axor contemplated...The task they were about to do was tough, it involved universe jumping and space bridge tinkering. Something he was not exactly keen on. However the payment for the job was incredible. They could use the currency to fix the damage and hire new crewmen. However they would have to travel to Knowhere (yes this is the location Knowhere from Guardians of the Galaxy) to get the repairs and help they seeked and also to escape the impending wrath of the creators. In due time though. What needed to be focused on now was the job that lay before him.

Lifting his head to the Hologram on the screen he simply relpyed.

"We'll do it..."