[b]The Valley: Recruitment[/b]

Rastun's sensor sweep does its work and finds energy signatures just out of Autobot City's borders. They seem to be in a hurry to leave the place, but they're not so fast that Rastun wouldn't be able to catch up. The Astafanel speeds towards the group of primitive mechs, and stops in front of them, still at a fair distance away relative to their position. Judging from their numbers, they would suffice as a distraction to cover himself and his not-quite-trustworthy allies. After a few moments, the group stopped in their tracks when they see the white machine in front of them. They readied themselves into attack positions, but made no other moves. Rastun chuckles, then opens up a comm channel to them.

"Please don't do anything foolish, I'm not here to fight. If I were, a huge chunk of your machines would be scrap by now. Your sensor readings would likely indicate I have similar technology to the Cybertronians that attacked Autobot City, which doesn't speak well of your chances against me.

"So drop the bravado and listen to what I have to say."

The mechs lowered and deactivated their weapons, their pilots likely grudgingly agreeing with Rastun's words. One of them replied, "What exactly do you want from us?"

"Am I right in assuming you're the leader of your band?"

"Yes, I speak for them."

"Good." Rastun then appeals to their pride and says, "All of you have been disgraced and thrashed around, if the wreckage I saw in Autobot city is any indication. Humiliated and tossed aside."

"What's your point?!" the leader blurted out of frustration.

"If you let me finish, I'll get to it. Now, with all of that said, how would you people like to prove yourselves as able fighters? I have a battle of my own, but I can't win it alone. If you and your men help me, your group would be known as heroes in the war-torn nation I am currently fighting in."

The leader of the band mulls this over, but still has reservations. "If we're so primitive compared to you, why come to us in the first place?"

"I may have an advanced mech in comparison to most, but even it doesn't have unlimited power reserves. The intensive fighting has caused my machine to run low on ammo and fuel, so any assistance at all would be graciously appreciated." Rastun is, as they say, bullshitting. Hopefully they're not smart enough to see through it.

After moments of deliberation, their leader finally replies back and says, "Alright, we'll agree to this. Just show the way."

Rastun then proceeds to open the space bridge and leads the crew towards their new battlefield.