Just fyi, this is the info chapter mainly, please don't judge the rest of this fic based on the "boringnessness" (word my sister used) of this chapter- it gets better i swear!

Also i own, the main character and just about every character you don't recognize, and The Mantichora/Chora, contact me if you wanna use anything, and we'll talk. and i don't own the Transformers...

Transformers Prime: Mantichora (AU)

"Since the Cybertonians revealed themselves to the government, we have been trying to duplicate many of their useful properties." Began the man on stage. I sat down in the back, sending apologetic looks to those I disturbed.

I'm an expert on animals. Usually I'm only called to meetings discussing, well animals...which in the pentagon is rare. The other branches of government have their own specialists, people with years more experience than I, and they usually handle any animal situation pertaining to the government...and those situations are also very few.

But this time, this time I had been called. I'd wanted to bring anything I might need...but stopped myself and only brought a folder of possibly important papers. I settled into a chair and listened to the man, the head of this project...whatever project it was...

"For one, their transforming/camouflage capabilities." A video came up on the screen behind the man of one of the alien robots transforming into a normal looking muscle car. I leaned forward, memorizing the way the components slid in and out of place as the car turned back into a robot-er-Cybertronian. This was the first I'd ever seen of them.

"Their size is also an incredible advantage, one we'll incorporate in our project."

A few pictures of a human next to one show just how huge these beings could be. The idea amazed me, that beings so large could in fact exist.

"Their weapons, of which they refuse to allow us to inspect, were also desired but we were unable to replicate by just a glance, but we've worked around that...Now I'm sure you are all wondering just why you've been gathered, and just what this project is." He paused, and I nodded slightly to the rhetorical question.

"It is our defense, against them." He looked us over, I looked too, estimating about 30-50 people. "Should our allies, the Autobots, ever see need to attack us, or should they fail in their defense of our planet from the Decepticons, this will be our way to even the playing field."

He turned to the wall to our right which was shrouded in a curtain.

"This," the curtain began to open, "is Project: Mantichora." The curtain revealed a massive metal beast, still being worked on by more than a hundred people beyond the glass. I looked like a giant metallic lion; bat-like wings graced it's back, a huge lions tail sprouted from it's end. The plates on the tuft, opened to reveal hundreds of sharp spikes. The paws were ginormous, and the claws sparked as they were sharpened. The ears (I could tell) could swiveled realisticly and horns or antlers of some sort were being built atop the head and ridges of sharp metal ran from it's nose down it's back.

"Some of you are simply needed to finish building the Mantichora, the rest are needed for the singular position of pilot." The man said bringing our attention back to him.

"Those of you who were informed that they were needed in construction, please go through that door there," he gestured to a door to the left of the large window, "to continue orientation with Dr. Marion Parker, who is in charge of the Project." He waited as 2/3 of the room's population had left the room, before turning to the 15 men and women left...including me.