Chapter One

"I have watched the world fall apart, and yet all I can think about are your eyes."

Gun ships and air crafts flashed across the screen as talk of war and peace plagued the mouths of news anchors across the globe. Each spoke of the mysterious power the U.S. had unleashed over the nations surrounding the Middle East. Most could not understand the force that attacked only during the night and with endless force. They moved over the seas and conquered most every country they wished. Many nations feared for their own country, and it was not long before most of the Middle East and other major Mediterranean countries belonged to the US and became U.S. soil.

The U.N. grew impatient and demanded the U.S. to pull back, but the war on terror over powered even the worlds greatest power, and they could only set back and watch the next 7 years in horror. Millions died in the name of a perfect world, and a peaceful nation.

Rose stood with her arms folded over her chest. Her body pressed against the cool wood frame of her dining room doorway. Her eyes could barely leave the scene before her. The blood and warfare all the ex military agent could think about. It had been almost 7 years since she was forced from the arms, and there was no doubt in her mind that same reason was there before her.

Her eyes left the screen as the images played hard in her thoughts. Memories from the past along with worries for the future flooded her mind, and for the moment she closed her eyes and welcomed the better times.

Flashback

Captains Log July 13, 2170

Today with the help of our robot friends we moved the main wall to the Hoover base expanding the space by almost 40 percent. We'll be able to make more room, and settle our friends comfortably into their much larger dorms. They have been in hiding now for almost 200 years, rising only when we needed them the most. Yet, as the world outside grows weary with the breakout of war, I see the restlessness of my companions.

The question of fighting for the right side remains. Deep within the nation I know lies are being told, and I hear whispers of the unsettling worry that our Robotic-in-Arms department do not share the same concerns as our President. Though I must admit I do not blame them.

The bombing of the defenseless countries still weigh heavy in their hearts, and I know they don't agree on the outer intentions of our president. I often want to tell them they are not alone, but I would lose my job and never see them again.

Two hundred years ago they made a promise to our nation to protect us by all means and for years that served their number one, but as old age caught up their companion they promised to defend our country no matter what the cost. In his honor they stay, but is his honor really being preserved? I would not think Samuel would agree to much of the madness that our nation is about to unleash.

Captain Rosealynn Monroe

Rose replaced the digital notepad on her cluttered desk as the screen went blank. Long slender fingers filtered through her long strands of honey blond releasing them from the military knot and letting them fall over petite shoulders.

Though the world was dak and most every soul was in their bunk asleep she still felt very crowded. The 25 year old captain took a turn about the room to shut off the many gadgets that littered her dorm. One of the worlds greatest minds spent most of her time repairing bad senors of the new wave laser guns, and any other mindless task her superiors threw at her. Yet like all great women in her time she felt the need to rebel and most of her homework was spent trying her hardest to repair a vocal processor of one of her favorite Autobots.

For 150 years there just wasn't enough time in the day for the Medic to work. From broken canons to detached arms, the younger robots spoken words were not as important. Though he had managed to pick up many phrases from various television and movies it was hard from him to put the words together in complete sentence. He would patch the words together and transmit them through his radio.

Bumblebee was an amazing soldier and by far the one with the most personality. He was the only Autobot who had taken an interest in human subjects, quicky becoming the Earth's largest hockey fan.The thought always brought a smile to her face, as the image of the machine cheering his favorite team on flashed before her features.

End Flashback

Rose quickly snapped from her thoughts as a man she could barely stomach decided to put in his rusted two cents.

"This damn war is worth every penny of my tax money." He chuckled as the death that flashed over the screen tickled him, and she would take a deep breath. Lt. Brian Portman of the U.S. Navy never heard of the giant robotic men, he never moved up enough in rank to warrant such a pleasure. Though often poking fun of his wife for her ideas that something much larger was at risk, he never knew the truth. All he knew was she was a small town girl who at one time in her life felt the need to leave and travel. Her parents would support that idea, for they never believed she joined any kind of military, and do to the severity of her once highest rank she was ordered into a new life, as if burnt out of the database forever, and was thankful she got to even keep her name.

"Those army guys really know how to stick it to the enemy, got new guns I see." He plopped his feet on the sofa's arm kicking back a can of beer. She rolled her eyes and pushed away from the door frame. Wondering how he ever really got into the Navy, for it would not take a rocket scientist to know there was much more going on then many would let on..yet men were dumb and he was their ringleader.

"Brian, do you honestly think that those new toys of theirs could bring down an entire city?"

He turned his clean cut features along with a scowl from his well defined jaw towards her. How she hated him in all his masculinity and vanity. Often she would wonder why in the world out of every man in the nation she picked him. Yet, as he parted his lips to speak the vibrant blue in his eyes shimmered and reminded her of a comfort she had never forgotten; she remembered.

"Think it's one of those robots you cry about in your sleep? Should I tell the Dr. That you are having those crazy fits again?" He jeered while taking another swig of his beer. For years he has tormented her about her wild nightmares swearing it was her lunatics that drove him to drink. He even had her committed once a place that nearly broke her from her sanity. Yet she quickly fought back her fists and returned to the kitchen for dishes waited and that was just one more thing that would set him off.