Stanley's mine, nothing else. Well, the story itself is mine, not just the characters..

Will had gotten Stanley seated on a metal bench just outside the demolished hangar, in the main hall where the two had entered. The Colonel thought for awhile, scratching his head and mumbling to himself about how exactly he was going to explain this to a 58-year-old. Lennox shifted his weight side to side nervously, he didn't really have a better way of saying it then just, well, saying it. The old man works here now, might as well tell him what to expect.

"I'm waitin', sir." Stanley emphasized the sir, trying to get the Colonel to snap out of it. The old man leaned into the back of the bench, hooked his can over the arm of said bench, and crossed his arms in an ever so impatient manner.

Lennox sighed. "Alright, alright." He held is hands in mock surrender while he spoke, before placing them down at his sides again. "You wanna know what NEST stands for?"

"I would think so."

"NEST stands for Nonbiological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty."

"And that means..?" Stanley pushed Lennox to continue.

Will swallowed, and continued to talk. "You're a military man. You've heard of the Auto-bots, haven't you?"

"Yeah. Them s'possed robots that blew up half the plan't?"

"Then I guess you're not much of a fan..." Lennox sighed.

"Well what of 'em?"

"This here, NEST," Lennox motioned to the area around him. "Is one of the many places where the team of Auto-bots and humans train, work, and spend time togother."

The old man stood up faster than Lennox expected, and the Colonel immediately flinched. Getting as close to Will's face in the most intimidating way possible, said, "You exp'ct me to work with them death machines?"

Will took a step back, and replied. "They aren't death machines! The Auto-bots are as human as anyone of my men. And they protect us, not fight us!"

"Then what caused half our cities to get destroyed?"

Lennox licked his lips. "Well, uh, they may or may not have been in an intergalactic war when we fiery met them.."

"War! Those things took their war to our plan't! And you trust them!"

"We ended their war! All of the Auto-bots' enemies were destroyed in the last battle in Chicago-"

"Along with 'alf the city, or so I 'eard."

"-But the point is the war is over now! Without the Auto-bots our planet would've been destroyed by the Decepticons. We owe them a lot, and since they don't have a place to stay anymore they're allowed to stay here-"

"I don't care what they did." Stanley began talking darkly. "They came to our plan't like they owned the place. They destroyed it, changed it. I'm not workin' with 'em."

Stanley slid his cane from the metal arm of the bench and began to stamp off. He got nearly to the entrance of the building when Lennox called out to him.

"Wait, Sergeant Brooks." Lennox's voice travelled down the hallway. "I know what staying in the Military means to you, but I don't think there are any other places for you to go...if you don't stay here, you'll have to retire."

Stanley Brooks stopped from his place down the hall and stood a moment and thought. Lennox remained silent for this period of time, the quite moment lasted for a while until the sound of Stanley's voice cut in.

"Alright," he too a step toward the Colonel. "If only so I can serve my country a while long'r. I'm not doin' this for you or them robots though. I'm doin' this for the sake of my country, not the sake of you."

Lennox rolled his eyes. 'Always the crazy ones.' He thought.