This is a Transformers Fan Fiction only.

In my life, I have to say that my life has been not that easy or even trouble free, my life if anything has been hit by a lot of areas that have given me no end of trouble. My name is Viktor Zarkof. Yes, I know and no I am not the grandson of the movie character from the old movie Flash Gordon.

People might consider me just as insane, but no, I am not related to that fictional character in any way at all. My parents long time ago left their motherland on the snowy fields of Russia, I was born in a hospital in the city of New York, in the United States.

I grew up a nice Christian boy, even though at my youth I am rather embarrassed to say that I did use a lot more foul language than I should. You see growing up was not easy for me, I was an American of Russian descent born during what many considered the big red scare. The hatred against anything that was perceived as Communist was not even hidden.

I went through school, and just because who my parents were, I was treated less than fair, I asked questions in class only to be ignored by my teachers, I got bullied and nobody actually even turned to stop it, so I became quite bitter, and decided that if the school would not teach me, then I would learn by myself.

So I did, I did only two things in my youth, exercise and read, that is it. I did not try to socialize with people, friends were not going to happen anyway, and I made no questions at all in class, most people thought that I was not even there, and if I was ever asked back then, I think my teachers actually were happier because of that idea, that I was not there.

I am a very much active voter, I have been registered since the moment I could, and I was the kid that dragged and begged his parents to go and vote, I mean it, when my classmates asked for the newest games, or newest console, I was asking my parents to please, go to the local election center and vote.

I was a contradiction like that after I got my license I had a perfect driving record, if anything the police officers in my home town, which was not New York for obvious reasons, were shocked and amazed that a kid my age was not tearing up the roads driving like a maniac.

I realized that my studies could only take me so far, so I decided to go to college and much to the surprise of everyone that knew me, I got a double major, Systems Engineering and Information Systems. I knew from everything I read that computers were the way of future.

I again in college met the same barriers and same treatment by my teachers, no matter how much they hated me a written exam was not something they could mess with. I received a bachelors degree in both field, and I was named top of my graduating class, even though I had to receive my diplomas through the mail, the University told me they simply ran out of space at my graduation.

I tried to get a job at a few IT companies but not a single one would hire me, I don't know if it was because of my heritage or the fact that I probably had better grades than my boss. Seeing that I would not be able to actually put what I learned in practice I did what my parents said was insane.

I walked in the local recruiting office and joined the United States Military, in a matter of three years I became a Captain in the United State Marine Corp. I also became a fully certified combat pilot, if the thing could fly, I could fly it like I had been born with a pair of wings on my back.

That was my past till now, and now my CO was doing something I considered borderline insane, I mean really, since when did my world become a science fiction novel or movie? He just spent the last three hours explaining to me that alien life was indeed real, and not only that two factions of aliens wanted different things from our planet.

One faction wanted to use their technology to turn anything that they could get their hands on and turn it into this energy based I guess you would call it fuel, they call this stuff Energon. Apparently, these aliens need a steady supply of it, and this group had no qualms about killing the natives to get their Energon.

My CO told me they were called Decepticons, and the group that told him about this danger to our world and our species was another alien, they lived to protect life and seek unity and understanding with all sentient life, they called themselves the Autobots.

Now what made me not believe my CO for the first time since I was under his command was the fact that he mentioned that these aliens were not the same as us, he mentioned them as giant sentient robots that could change their form to both fight and to camouflage their presence on our world.

I looked at him and began shaking my head, "Permission to speak freely." He told me I had it.

"Look Viktor I known you for quite some time, you can tell me what you think, don't hold anything back. Just tell me exactly what you are thinking."

Since I had his permission I could actually tell him exactly what I think. "Sir, with all due respect, I think you are smoking some high-quality Cannabis, and if that is the case, could you please pass me one of your joints, cause I will have to be high as a commercial plane for me to believe that giant sentient robots are working with us to defend life in our world, against another group of sentient robots."

He began laughing, I mean laughing to the point that he was banging his fist against his desk, I never knew this man could laugh that hard, and began to worry that he might actually have a heart attack.

"I had the exact same reaction that you did. Since you believed it as much as I did, I am going to have to do what my CO did for me. Come on, we are going for a little drive, and no we are not stopping for a cup of coffee, even though the truth is told, we could probably use something a little heavier than that after we meet the person we are going to meet."

I had no choice but to follow him and get in the passenger seat of his car. How in the world did my CO have such a crappy car is beyond me, the thing looked like a muscle car that had been modified by a complete and utter amateur. I could see no less than thirteen problems on the dashboard alone.

As we drove through the desert, I began to wonder if my CO was just having a laugh and at the end, he was going to drive back and tell me all that he said was a practical joke. I tried to unlock my safety belt but for some reason the belt would not work right, I tried many times to push the release button on the belt but nothing happened.

"You know Viktor it is for your own safety that you keep your seat belt buckled. Don't worry we don't have much longer to get where we are going." I couldn't help it, I was feeling anxious like something was coming my way and I could feel the tension in the back of my head, some people call it fighter pilot's instinct, to sense when something was going to happen.

At long last I saw what looked like an abandoned airfield, the place looked like it was abandoned since World War Two, and the hangar and control tower had seen better days. There were dozens of broken cars, truck, and planes all over the place, it was a vehicle graveyard as far as I could tell.

We drove on the runway and towards the largest of the three hangars on this place. The windows were shattered and as soon as we got to the place he decided to turn the headlights in his car off.

We both got out of the car and I began to walk into the hangar, in the hangar was a large area which was clearly once used for aircraft maintenance, but instead, there was only two vehicles parked inside, a large eighteen wheeler, and a motorcycle. I don't have a CDL license but I do have a license to drive a motorcycle.

I went to the motorcycle not wanting to wait for another second and began to look the large motorcycle over. "If you wanted to show me a transport truck and a motorcycle you got for our base, I don't see why all the cloak and dagger. I got to tell you this bike is a beauty. I am going to have to fight guys to get to ride this bike."

I heard a deep voice clear his throat, "What exactly makes you think that bike is beautiful?" I guess someone else was listening and was talking through the hangar intercom microphone.

"First it looks very stable, secondly the controls look easy to grasp and last but not least the seats look like they are so soft, you would think you were sitting on a cloud, the engine is a bit odd, it appears to be fully electric, fusion engines are being tested but never did I see any vehicle equipped with one."

I began touching the outside of the bike and for some odd reason it was warm to the touch, "The shape and color of the bike makes it look like a dream, not even a Harley could compete with this bike, it is beautiful, the chrome looks so clean I could eat on it, the paint job so uniform and clean I doubt this was done by human hands, this must have been detailed by assembly line robots."

I looked at my CO and could not believe what I was thinking, "Don't tell me you took me all the way here to show me some experimental new engine. If you did I got to tell you, professionally I thank you, it is wonderful to see that we are finally moving away from internal combustion engines."

He laughed and began to shake his head, "Not at all, at least not yet, I was going to introduce to you two people you are going to work with from now on, two of the aliens I mentioned to you back in my office in fact."

I couldn't believe he was still going on about the ridiculous stuff he told me about. "Hold on, are you telling me this sweet looking bike and that eighteen Wheeler are two of the aliens that are currently defending us against other aliens like themselves for our own good? What did you call them Autobots and the enemy are called Decepticons?"

He walked near the eighteen wheeler and looked at it, "Optimus how long are you going to keep this young man waiting, he clearly will need to see you believe what I told him."

The eighteen wheeler began to contort and shift as it began to what looks like stand up, and slowly change into a massive humanoid looking robot. "I was actually waiting for you to introduce us, am I to believe this human will be the one that will be assigned to our forces as the human coordinator?"

My CO looked at me and began to nod his head, "Indeed he is, he is one of the best information specialists I have ever met, if there is anyone that can breach the gap between your kind and ours, it is him."

I looked at him and began to try and get my bearings. "David, I know that you know my expertise but diplomacy is not in my skill set. You will need to find someone else to be this person's troubleshooter. I simply don't know enough of his systems to even be anything equivalent to a medic for him or his faction."

I jumped on the bike and began to look for the ignition button, it simply was not present, the seats were rather comfortable I have to admit, and I began to touch the handle bar trying to turn it on, I had to get the hell away from here, or else something was telling me I would regret it, something didn't feel right.

That is when I heard the sweetest and most gentle voice I ever heard speak, "There is no need to panic, Optimus means you or your species any harm. Please calm down, and try to be more gentle with my controls."

That is when I realized where the voice was coming from and I jumped off that bike as quickly as I could. "I have to admit David, you took this a whole lot better than this man. Are you sure this man will be able to function with my people? The defense of the people of this world is no joke as I told you before, the Decepticons offer no mercy, and will stop at nothing to get what they want."

The bike began to turn into what I would call a rather talk female looking robot, "You two are being unfair to him, he was presented with something beyond his expectations and told he would work with use without clearly understanding his role in this, of course, he would be flustered."

"Colonel, what exactly are they talking about? What role do I have to play in this?"

I saw my CO walk between me and the so called Autobots, "Viktor Zarkov, I Colonel David O'Neill hereby transfer you from my command to serve under the direct command of the leader of our ally, the Autobots, Optimus Prime, you are to serve under his command and provide all aid in the defense of this planet, till further notice."

I guess he finally got me out of his unit, I turned to look at the massive robot I came to know as Optimus, "I will follow your commands to the best of my knowledge, am I to work by myself? Where will I be assigned as my living quarters?"

Optimus began to laugh, "You do not need to be so formal with us Viktor, we think of our group as a big family, don't think of it as you being transferred to a new post, think of it more like you are being adopted into a big family. As for you working alone, that is not the case, that is way Arcee here is with me, I wanted to introduce to you, your new partner."

David walked near me, "You said that you wanted a chance to ride that sweet bike, well now you will not only get to ride with that bike, you will work with her, live with those of her kind and spend more time with her than you ever did with my poor baby girl. Sam will be in tears when I tell her you thought your new partner as a radiant beauty."

I looked at the robot that had been the bike I talked about before and she turned away from me, I looked at David and could not help but to glare at him. "I broke up with your daughter because she wanted me to hack the university computers and change her grades! I happen to have something she did not appreciate, that something is called Ethics!"

Both Optimus and David began to laugh, "I can see that this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship like I said Viktor, we think of the members under my command as a family, so instead of welcoming you to your new post I rather say welcome home Viktor. I am sure you and Arcee will get along rather well."