[Here is some intro!1!1!]

— "I am Optimus Prime, leader of a long-standing rebellion, with the goal of saving a world that was already dead. I have heard nothing from those I swore to protect, it's been decades since we left Cybertron, which was once our home, to take refuge on Earth.... I haven't had contact with another Cybertronian in a long time, the cycles have been eternal. I have lived among the people of this planet, hidden from their presence."

Optimus had been living on Earth for 40 years, hidden in the form of a Marmon 97 semi-truck, red and blue with a horizontal white stripe, he had almost all his hopes lost, his only encounters with his race have been hostile, from Decepticons. The old leader was driving down a night and rainy road, the headlights of his truck dim, he stopped at an abandoned barn, which had served as a shelter, he slowly transformed into his robot mode as he entered the barn, Its appearance was that of a large robot, Approximately 9.8 meters tall, his legs were a navy blue color, with silver details, the rear tires of the truck were distributed throughout his legs, the front ones on his abdomen, the upper part of his body was covered in red and silver, the parts of the truck served as armor, the same color as his normal body, such as the truck doors and windshield on his chest, the grill on his abdomen. Its head had a helmet of the same blue color, two horn-like antennae protruded from the sides, its eyes were a glowing sky blue, his face was a silver color, looking somewhat humanoid but never losing his robotic features.

— "This is Optimus Prime, day 14,669 on Earth, location, Hurracaine, Utah. There is no sign of my soldiers."

He said with a raspy and imposing voice, speaking into a communicator on his lower arm. He slowly sat on a rusty and useless 1940's truck, using it as a seat.