A/N: This is story I first uploaded to Wattpad but wanted to share here too! I hope you all like it! I don't own Transformers, or any of the characters from the movies. I just own Mr. Stanley Brooks.
"You're getting pretty old for this job, wouldn't you think Mr. Stanley Brooks?"
"Oh, I s'pose so. But I don't think I'll be gettin' done an'time soon."
Two men sat in a darkened room, the only light being filtered in through the blinds of the windows. This light illuminated the men's faces in a striped pattern. One of the two men sat a a desk, wearing a uniform adorned with prestigious awards and medals. This man was balding, but had white-blond hair that wrapped around the back of his head from one ear to the other. His forehead had wrinkles the were clearly mad from his eyebrows constantly furrowed together in stress and frustration from countless years of military duties.
The other man, who was addressed as Stanley Brooks sat across from him in a uniform with a fair amount of medals, though not as many as the man at the desk. This man had white hair that covered his head completely, with a wavyness that drifted to the right. His brown eyes were framed by large silver framed glasses. The man sat with a cane resting in-between his legs, hands folded over the wooden curved top of the walking stick.
"You're 58 now, correct?" Said the man behind the desk.
"Yes sir." Stanley replied.
"About time you retire, don't you think?"
"No sir. I've been in this here mil'tary about my whole life. I won't stop until the President himself tells me to. Besides, aren't you around that age too?" Stanley answered stubbornly,regardless of the fact he was speaking to General Morshower.
The General chuckled. "Say that to anyone else and I'm sure you wouldn't be here anymore. There isn't very many placement options for you, its hard to place stubborn crippled men you know." Morshower motioned to Stanley's cane, which instantly caused the man to scowl.
"Just b'cause I've got this cane doesn't mean I can't work any better'n them kids. I've seen e'rything and done e'rything, you know that."
Morshower smirked. "You haven't seen everything, I can assure you that."
Stanley leaned more on his cane, bending forward as to put emphasis on his words, "Try me."
The General just chuckled once more. "Alright then, I've got an assignment for you."
"Glad to hear that, General. You know there's nothing's I wouldn't give to stay in the army."
A/N: I must apologize in advance for short chapters... Anyways, this story is going to be a little different than most transformers stories, no-one is going to be instant BFF's with the Bots, and no perfect teenage girls with a tragic past and a strange connection to the 'Formers is going to be in this story anytime soon. This story is about Stanley :3