After moving to a new town, Charlie Watson—a lonely, grieving teenager struggling with the loss of her father—finds a beat-up, yellow VW Beetle in a junkyard owned by her Uncle Hank. It's her 18th birthday, and she's desperate for a car. Sensing something special about the vehicle, she convinces Hank to let her take it home as a birthday gift. When Charlie brings the Beetle into her garage to work on it, she accidentally triggers something while inspecting the engine. The car suddenly transforms—revealing himself to be a frightened, injured Autobot scout.

He had no name—only a designation: B-127. Wounded. Hunted. Hiding. He had taken refuge on this strange, quiet planet. His memory was fractured, systems damaged, and his voice—gone. A yellow shell of a vehicle was the only cover he could manage. Broken, rusted, and forgotten in a junkyard. So he stayed still. Silent. Waiting. Then—light. Footsteps. The engine hood creaked open. A human girl. Cautious, curious… sad, like him. She touched him not with fear, but with care. When she started poking around inside, her hand triggered something—his systems flared to life. Instinct took over. Armor shifted. Limbs unfolded. He stood, trembling.

He froze. No weapons. No threats. Just his confused eyes. He tried to speak, but static came. Useless voice. Useless memory.