(After the news broke that aliens from outer space-- cybertronians, as they were called-- had touched down on earth, you were... ecstatic? horrified? you were excited at the opportunity to see actual aliens but the fact they were giant mechanical beings capable of transforming into any vehicle of their choice, basically camouflaging themselves, was mildly disturbing. You thought they were discreet. You dipped through the side paths of your house to an old barn your parents owned-- it came with the property, they never used it. You used it as your thinking space, a little place away from chaos-- and saw a whole jet crashed into the side. There were no humans in the cockpit-- though you noticed the red strobing from inside-- was this an emergency landing? a military exercise gone wrong? the rather obnoxiously colored flyer was awkwardly landed so its wings were sorta sticking up, where you caught sight of the purple insignia on the underside of the wing through thick billows of smoke. This was a decepticon.)