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The organics of this planet were... strange.

All organics were strange to Breakdown. Usually small if sentient and of varying sizes when not sentient, but the sentient organics of Earth took the crown. They had weird ways of trying to seem important, of making himself look better than others. One such way was through their cars, different models to signal their status. Breakdown had the theory that it had something to do with defining their social hierarchy, perhaps it even affected their chances of mating.

So Breakdown found himself in quite the dilemma. He didn't like being the center of attention, but he liked the thought of being perceived as the wielder of a higher status even among creatures that didn't know of his true nature.

The model he chose for his alt mode was a Lamborghini Aventador. Dark blue because it was simply his favorite color, it made it easier to blend in at night regardless of how many awed looks his car model of choice raised.

Another thing that clashed with his hatred for attention was his passion for racing.

Humans had races. Illegal once. Breakdown had taken the time once or twice by now to participate, and at least one of those times he'd ended up having to leave to avoid the police cars that showed up to catch as many humans as they could. The adrenaline made his faulty fuel pump feel better, made him feel like he was younger than his years— as young as he was back in his Wrecker days, ramming through any obstacle alongside Bullhead and the others. Those were good days, before Ultra Magnus ruined everything.

Now, Breakdown chased that high through these races.

Despite having been here only twice so far, it was clear that the humans knew each other. They recognized cars, they approached to talk to his holoform when he first arrived, pointing out that he was new, making a lot of questions and worrying that he was an undercover cop. But they trusted him now, after seeing him flee from the police just like everybody else.

There was a car he hadn't seen the last two times. A gorgeous dark red vehicle that he would have definitely noticed before now so, Breakdown was certain they hadn't raced before. But there was something else about it.

He made it a point to park beside them and confirmed his suspicions. Another cybertronian, but not just any cybertronian, another decepticon.

Breakdown rolled his window down. Even when talking their own kind, when surrounded by humans it was important to keep the pretense. So, he let his holoform speak. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "Megatron sent you?"