It had been a long day for everyone aboard the Nemesis, especially for the troops who had spent all day mining a new energon deposit. Of course, there were some accidents which were common in a working environment, resulting in the injury of several Vehicons. One of said Vehicons limped down the maze-like corridors of the Nemesis, grimacing as he held his wounded arm. He identified as one of the lower ranking Vehicons, therefore, was forced to do a majority of the grunt work. He didn't have a set name, everyone either addressed him by his model number, 2-980, or just by the name “Vehicon”.
“I walk a lonely road, the only one I have ever known..”
The Vehicon stopped in his tracks upon hearing the faint echo of what sounded like a song that seemed to float from one of corridors.
“...I don't know where it goes but it's home to me and I walk alone.”
He cocked his head and tuned his audio receptors, trying to pinpoint which hall it came from