[spoiler]He doesn't have the Decepticon Symbol, obviously.[/spoiler] The figure strode through the halls of the Bloodwrath with an unwavering stature. It stood at 8 feet, each step it took accompanied by the clanking of metal on metal. It's one, purple eye observed everything around it coldly, compiling information. Any Pskyer in the area wouldn't know of the Automaton's existence if they didn't see it. The mangled hands of the Warp tried to split open the metal man's psyche, to no avail. This thing did not have a soul, the Warp was useless. As it continued walking, an old man in rags clung onto the robot's foot. He looked up with pleading, bloodshot eyes. "Please... Help.... Me..." The robot stared coldly at the man, then it spoke in an even chillier tone. "[b]Empathy is not an emotion I am familiar with.[/b]" The robot grabbed the man by the head with one of its clawed hands. It's right arm, which was free, turned into a cannon of sorts. It aimed at the man in the robot's hands. "[b]Nor is mercy.[/b]" With a single blast of magenta and black energy, the man was gone. The Automaton's arm shifted back into its original form, and walked on. [spoiler]Short, sweet, introduction! Open![/spoiler]