It was supposed to be a simple bounty collection; another fragging easy score the council had goaded Suffitus into doing, collecting a small outpost of former Decepticons held up on a planet few light-years away from Cybertron.
What the young Prime didn’t expect was to be chased down by nearly half a dozen other bounty hunter ships once he got off-world.
His ship had taken heavy damage up to that point; small fires all around the interior, not to mention a few hull breaches in the brig...He had to make a quick move to get out fast. And it needed to be done now.
“Frag...” he muttered to himself as he started up his ship’s quantum hyperdrive. Suffitus had been warned prior that the setting was not stable; it would almost certainly obliterate his ship, and him along with it. But at this point...what other choice did the Fourteenth have?
Servo firmly on the throttle, Suffitus closed his optic and took a deep sigh before pulling it down. Within in an instant he could feel the ship’s intense speed rip more fragments of the ship apart, but he was getting away. That was it, just a bit more. He just needed to get away some more before-
And then everything went black.
Unbeknownst to Suffitus, who was unconscious at that moment, he had managed to escape the incoming ships. But not without a great cost.
Scattered amongst wreckage of his ship and what was his bounty of cons was the young Prime’s frame. Only a torso, an arm, and a helm at this point, his severed arm and legs floated aimlessly beside his frame, currently motionless in the dead stillness of space.