Krok

It seems like he can never catch a break. Such is the way of life if you run around corralling the likes of the Scavengers. Krok is often the sole voice of reason among his team (...dare say he considers those idiots good friends?). Well, Crankcase has his moments, but that's rare.

Krok has been thrown from one distressing event to the next for millions of years, so it's no surprise he harbors strong feelings about his own mental health as well as his fellow Decepticons'. The great Cybertronian War does take its toll after so long. If he had his way for once, he would be out there funding a facility for war-wearied bots. Though with the way things have been going, that will not happen anytime soon.

Krok keeps in his company a very dear techno-suchus friend— duly named Gatoraider. He finds comfort in his companion but also in another of his passions. Football! Most would probably not consider him the sporty type nowadays, but he once dominated the mecha-football leagues in Iacon with an iron sole. He was renowned for his brutal yet quick and effective playstyle. Less of that is put on show here in Sornieth, but every once in a while, news passes around of secret underground tourneys tucked away in the canyons edging Water and Lightning territory, bearing claims of an uncontested, armor-clad champion...