The present.
"A friend," he thought to himself. "Someone who cares not for the ways of war, but only for survival and the companionship of others like her. How beautiful an existance." The graceful tiger moved elegantly through the snow drifts, organically enhanced Cybertronian limbs moving him forward at a determined pace.
"Soon I will forget the horrors that I left behind forever, or ..." he paused for a moment, looking down at his shadow, "I will find that I can never escape my Cybertronian heritage." Moving again, Tigatron noticed a familiar area ahead.
"There. There is where my new future awaits. No more Predacons, no more Maximal pleas to fight, no more ... death." His stride picked up as he neared the top of the crevice.
"I will escape the horrors of them all." As the reluctant Maximal reached the top of crevice, looking down, secret dreams began to crumble.
"By the Matrix! His eyes could not believe what they told him. The tiger began the steep climb down into the protected area of the den. Quicker and quicker until his pace could not handle the rugged terrain, Tigatron began helplessly stumbling and rolling down the hill. With a jarring, final tumble, the Maximal's decent ended. Lying on his side, he tried to open his eyes, but found the task difficut due to the pain in his body. With another effort, he managed to fully open his eyes. The sight that greeted him, however, made all his hopes of a peaceful life shatter.
"Frozen blood?" he asked in silence. "This caannot be. Tigatron ... Maximize." In robot mode, the view became even more obscene. Pieces of tiger lied everywhere. Blood and limb spoiled the beautiful and once peaceful habitat. Tigatron turned to his left and was greeted by the same sight. And behind him. And to his right. Tiger splattered against walls, tiger strewn across the cold snow-covered ground, and tiger that looked almost ...
"Charred." He whispered. Bending down and touching another piece ... "Seared!" he yelled. Realization began to dawn on the Maximal. Pulling the piece closer to his optics, trembling, he screamed ...
"Murdered!"
The echo of his voice boomed in all directions, carrying with it a warning to those who had commited the acts of brutality he had just witnessed.