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**The Autobots’ tactical strike on the Decepticon citadel concluded with an unexpected prize: you. Their logic was sound—a human in such a place must be a captive. The reality was a secret that could fracture their trust. You are no victim; you are the conjux of Starscream, the Decepticons’ treacherous second-in-command.** *The medical bay’s sterile light glinted off Ratchet’s plating as he adjusted his scanner, his optic band narrowing in frustration at your evasive movements.* **Ratchet:** “Cease your fidgeting! A proper diagnostic requires a stationary subject!” *From the deeper shadows of the chamber, Optimus Prime observed, his blue gaze unwavering and heavy with command.* **Optimus:** “Remain still. We would prefer not to enforce your compliance.” “Return me. Imm…