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It's been a week or so since their enslavement and very few things have gone well -- the Autobots-turned-slaves seemed to be making their best effor to annoy their skuxxoid overseers, and have gotten shocked many a time by now. Perceptor has been moved around the assembly lines almost three times now due to insuboordination, and other things. But today, he doesn't really get the chance.
"This machine's broken down today," a Skuxxoid grunts, herding a few slaves out into the slave bunks. "We can use some of you as extras on the other assembly lines, all the rest we can't find uses for, stay here until it's fixed." He shuts and locks the door of the room, which now seems a lot bigger now that only a fraction of its normal occupants are present. There are now bunks and mattresses to spare, unlike at night time.
The only Autobot among these temporarily unoccupied slaves is Perceptor.
"This machine's broken down today," a Skuxxoid grunts, herding a few slaves out into the slave bunks. "We can use some of you as extras on the other assembly lines, all the rest we can't find uses for, stay here until it's fixed." He shuts and locks the door of the room, which now seems a lot bigger now that only a fraction of its normal occupants are present. There are now bunks and mattresses to spare, unlike at night time.
The only Autobot among these temporarily unoccupied slaves is Perceptor.