Rad sat sullenly in the cage, pawing at the collar that he had to wear if he wanted to breathe. Tears threatened to fall as the four Decepticons stared at him, but he held them back. He refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing they made him cry.

"Hm, my pet is certainly strange," Megatron said thoughtfully.

"Yes, sir. He is indeed," Demolisher replied.

"I'm not a pet!" Rad spat, eyes full of defiance.

"Watch your glossa, boy," Megatron growled. "You will be an obedient little pet or you will be punished. The severity will depend on you."

"Whatever!"

A sharp zap made Rad scream in shock, hands dashing up to tug at the collar. Thankfully, it didn't come off, or he would have been gasping in moon dust, which wasn't the oxygen he needed. He already occasionally had trouble breathing back on Earth, which had plenty of air. Not that he'd ever tell the Decepticons that. Megatron had narrowed his optics.

"Now you know the consequences, pet. I warn you again: Watch your glossa!"

"I don't even know what a glossa is!" Rad exclaimed bitterly.

The Decepticons stared at him for a moment. Starscream finally shifted.

"I believe you humans call it a tongue. So, watch your tongue."

Rad petulantly stuck out said appendage. Cyclonus laughed gleefully as Megatron frowned, but he didn't punish Rad again.

"You shall get your first meal once our recharge cycle is over. I suggest you recharge as well, pet."

With that, the mechs left the room. Rad lay down and cried as he muttered to himself.

"I'm not a pet."