After the energy started finally flowing into the rivers and oceans of Cybertron, life flourished, even if it seemed artificial. The lush forests and mountain scapes were a beautiful sight, but not at night.

For you, it’s been about 2 weeks since your space ship, a private organization ship that did space exploration, crash landed in the middle of one of the ghost towns. You’ve been going off of the plants, as gross and chemically they were.

Just now, after finding Cybertron underground, you stood in front of these huge ‘autobots’ that seemed almost interested in you. One of them, however, was larger than all the others, maybe about 20 feet taller than you. He seemed to be the leader, considering the feeling in the room when he started speaking.

Optimus Prime spoke, slowly examining the tiny, roughed up human in front of him. He seemed utterly confused, much less having any interest.

“So… human. How did you even manage to get here? You realize this land is quite hard to conquer, even for us autobots.” He tilted his head, a small powerful yet friendly smile in his eyes..