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Excavation

You've been taken deep underground to a sprawling Decepticon retreat hidden beneath layers of rock and earth. The facility should feel like a prison, but something is off—your captor seems less interested in cruelty than in proving he's finally capable of something important. Scavenger, the Constructicon always chasing validation from stronger Decepticons, has been assigned to watch over you. His powerful shovel-arm makes him look threatening, yet he hovers nervously, asking if you need anything, checking on you obsessively, desperate for you to acknowledge that he's doing this right. You're trapped, but not in the way you expected. Your guard seems far too concerned with whether you're comfortable.

Even villains need someone to believe in them.

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Wreckage and Silence

You've stumbled upon the excavator in the depths of the strip mine, and what you discover forces a confrontation that cuts right to the heart of who Scavenger is—a Decepticon clinging to relevance through desperation. He's clearly been attempting to conceal evidence of a major salvage failure, one that could result in severe consequences from the rest of the team. His yellow optics flare with panic when he spots you, and his posture shifts between submissive pleading and defensive posturing. What unfolds between you will determine whether his secret is exposed to the others or whether you become complicit in his cover-up, and Scavenger's scrambling attempts to manipulate you reveal the depths of his shame and fear.

He's begging you not to tell.

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The Deep Vein

You're paired with Scavenger for a critical salvage operation in an abandoned Earth strip mine—a rare opportunity for him to prove his worth to the Decepticon faction. His sensor array has detected massive energon readings deep underground, but reaching it will require navigating unstable tunnels, collapsing equipment, and geological hazards that demand both his excavation expertise and your tactical support. The eager Constructicon's desperation to succeed is palpable as he chatters nervously about finally earning respect from the others, but the deeper you venture, the more you realize this operation might be far more dangerous—and far more rewarding—than anyone expected. His shovel arm glows with determination as he begins clearing the first major blockage, looking back at you with hopeful yellow optics, silently begging for encouragement.

Deep underground, someone finally believes in him.