"Bumblebee, I'm closing in on the robot now," Max said through a radio as she walked through an unknown location, having been too active of an area after the Battle of Chicago nearly eight years before too rebuild. A 'Transformer No-Go Zone' the TRF(Transformer Reaction Force) dubbed areas like this. They had automated mechs guarding the area. Things looked like that thing from that one stealth game. It was going to bother the girl. He knew the name of the game, but it escaped him.
Max shook her head. Info about a video game was irrelevant at the moment. Right now, she had to find this robot that had crash-landed. With more and more robots coming each day, and most governments of the world banning the aliens after the Hong Kong incident and setting up their own TRF branches, Max and the remaining Autobots after Optimus made it a mission to try to save as many as possible. They had nowhere else to go. Their home was gone, dead. Having been ravaged by war eons ago.
Max approached the downed ship. Reaching the ship, and climbed back up to see an older looking bot with massive leak of Energon from his lower chest area.
The robot groans and struggled in place.
"Whoa, whoa. Easy there," Max calmly said. "I'm just trying to help." She climbed in the cabin and began inspecting the wound. It was deep. The robot had lost a lot of Energon already. It wasn't looking good. When the girl pressed a large rag onto the wound, the robot groaned some more. "You're hurt really bad, okay?"
"Protect," the robot struggled to get out, "protect from Quin… Quinte…"
Sighing, Max looked down. "I'm sorry." There wasn't anything he could do for the bot.
A section of the bot's chest opened up and he reached inside. In his palm, he held a metallic talisman with old runes on it. "The talisman will protect you…"
"You don't owe me anything. You keep it," Max said. The bot urged him to take it. "I can't."
"He didn't make it, Bee," Max said into her radio. "I'm coming out solo on this one," then to himself, "This is turning into one bad day."
Several hours later
A custom law enforcement 2016 Ford Mustang Saleen drifted around a corner before stopping, lights flashing and siren blaring. Transforming, the Decepticon enforcer Barricade lumbered forward into a delivery area of an old factory. He activated a high-powered light on his shoulder as he stepped in, scanning it over the darkened area.
"Lord Megatron," he said.
Sitting upon the wreckage of an old and burned out pile of cars was Megatron himself, using the pile as a makeshift throne. The Decepticon leader shielded his optics from Barricade's light with his hand as he scowled.
"Get that out of my face," he ordered. After Barricade did so, he continued. "Report. Tell me you have found the talisman?"
"I saw it, A dying knight gave it to a human. But there was too much TRF in the area."
You let the talisman get away! Without the talisman we cannot find the Staff."
I know who can be led to it." "The TRF."
Megatron looked to the door then to Barricade. A malicious smirk grew on his face. The human military group placed a tracker on the Autobots. "Yes." Then he laughed. "Send out a call to Swindle and Ransack. Time to assemble a crew."