Drift wouldn’t admit it, but he’s been waiting for this. He’s been stuck here for months on a solo mission and spent a great deal of said mission by himself. The isolation was welcome at first, but he grew weary from it after a time. His only reprieve was studying the humans from afar to gain a better understanding of them and their planet. That, and his occasional report to HQ.

It’s been a while since he’s had any face-to-face contact with a fellow cybertronian, and even longer since his swords have tasted combat.

Calm energy, Drift.

He’s itching for a fight; there’s a restless hunger for battle dwelling inside of him. But what the decepticon said rang true – the life forms here are delicate. He couldn’t afford careless attacks that could cause further harm.

“Alright, listen…I think we both know why you’re here, but this place is off-limits. I’ll give you one more warning. Back off, and I’ll forgive the damage you’ve already done.”

Drift draws his second sword and takes a step back into a battle-ready pose. It’s a stance he’s witnessed on earth, and he’s eager to give it a try.