FUCK-UP

ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON

FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE

"It's not a lie if you believe it."

Profile: It is difficult to believe a word that Fuck-Up says. A pathological liar, he is constantly relaying wildly implausible accounts of his bravery, skill and accomplishments. In truth, Fuck-Up is notably lazy and prone to spending extended periods of time in relative inactivity. Perhaps this is why he feels the need to embellish, amplify or outright fabricate an elaborate litany of accomplishments. This would all be less frustrating for his comrades if it didn't severely hinder his reliability as a reconnaissance agent. Whenever his report contains even a hint of self-aggrandizing, it casts doubt on the entire account. Fuck-Up acts blithely unaware of his reputation. Whether through ignorance or pride, he will stick to his version of events even in the face of hard evidence against himself. His fellow cassette companions, Botch and Bungle, have often been forced to save Fuck-Up from being executed for gross incompetence.

Abilities: Fuck-Up is built for reconnaissance, with a top speed of 620 mph, a range of 400 miles, and vision that can read a datapad from 15 miles away. He is armed with twin visible light-burst cannons that can be used to blind or distract the enemy, giving Fuck-Up an opportunity to escape.

Weaknesses: Fuck-Up is simply not very reliable, and is often used as a decoy, a guard, or cannon fodder. Not being very smart or brave or sturdy, Fuck-Up's best tactic in most any confrontation is to flee -- and invent a more flattering version of events later.