Earth
2010 AD
Life for human beings was the same as it had been for years-busy and boring. Men and women scurried about, living their lives in their little corner of the universe, believing theirs was the only planet with lifeforms, simple and complex. But they were wrong.
Their world was may have been the only one with lifeforms in their system, but millions of galaxies away, there was another, teeming with its own creatures. But these beings were not organic, not little green men from Mars as the humans' media and books believed it to be. No, these beings were massive, powerful, their technology far more advanced than humanity's own. These beings were also not living.
At least, not in the human sense of living. These beings were technoorganic. They had been created in ways not unlike the ways humans created their different modes of transportation. But these particular lifeforms also had a special power. They had the power to physically transconfigure their bodily forms into aircraft, land vehicles, spaceships, as humans say, and even remarkable creatures, in some cases. And the other difference was their sheer size. Had humans met them during the days of the cavemen, they would have been considered gods, demons, behemoths, and whatever else you find in myths.
On the planet Cybertron, which was also not a living planet, but instead a sphere composed of nothing but technology, two factions of these mechanical beings, the autobot and the decepticons, fought for supremacy. For countless millennia, what's more. Until their war reached earth.
Arizona
Plains
Two cars furiously raced across the desert, their speeds in excess of 150 miles per hour. One was a gray Toyota Corolla AE85, more commonly known as the Levin. The other was a 1999 red Toyota Supra. The drivers were both male, in their early thirties. Only there were no drivers. And these were no ordinary cars.
The insides of the vehicles were unlike any other. While the internals appeared the same, it was nothing but a disguise for what lay beneath. The Supra suddenly changed direction, heading for a rocky ledge. It then vaulted itself off its edge and inside the car…something happened.
Locks and bolts snapped, turned, and sparked as the car seemed to unravel itself and open. The back end of the car slid out, the front end faced down and slid underneath revealing, of all things, a robotic face. The sides of the car swung out, arms shooting out and reaching behind its back. It pulled out a rifle and landed on the ground with a very loud thud. The machine stood up, its two blue "eyes" following the Levin.
The gray hatchback just kept heading straight for the machine, unperturbed. Then it seemed to sprout wings. Wings of an airplane. The car accelerated and flew over the robot's head. Prowl, second in command of the Scavenger Autobots, as they called themselves, aimed and fired. The bolt hit the underside of the car. The result was rather vocal.
"THAT HURT, AUTOBOT SLIME!!"
The Levin hit the ground, smoke billowing from beneath it. Its doors popped open and the car split in half, revealing a rather blocky head, with two red eyes and no mouth to speak of.
"Then drive safely," Prowl quirked. He had always been a rather uptight bot, but things had changed. "Okay, Runamuck?"
"You should observe your surroundings more closely," Runamuck said cryptically.
Before Prowl could react to the meaning behind the words, a powerful energy blast struck him in the back. Prowl cried out and fell down.
Behind him, a brown tank sat idly, barrel smoking.
"HA! Another autobot down for the count," another mechanized voice, deep and cruel, said.
"Blitzwing. Nice to-ugh-see you again," Prowl groaned. His data receptors streamed off hundreds of bits of info through his neuroprocessors in just a few microseconds. Humans called it pain.
The tank stood upright, and the lower half split in two, while the top half separated into three sections. Blitzwing towered over Jazz, relishing the victory. Runamuck and Blitzwing aimed their rifles at him.
"So long, autobot. Be glad Magmatron isn't the one doing this, or you would've been worse off."
"Magmatr-"
He was cut off as the two decepticons fired simultaneously. Prowl screamed as his body tore apart and exploded
"HA! Like I said. The only good autobot is a scrapped one," Blitzwing said as they lumbered off.
Behind them, the remains of Prowl glowed and then a wave of energy washed over it. After a while, it retracted, and when it disappeared, Prowl's body was gone, and instead, the body of a young fifteen year old lay in its place, a large smoking hole in the center of his chest.