A few weeks later, Cybertron prepared for the arrival of the people. The warehouse case things had been put in order and the situation had calmed down.
Optimus and Elita one, were receiving people. The whole of Cybertron was in a festive mood. The space ship landed, and people came out. All the bots cheered, and Optimus gave a welcome speech, and kindly greeted all the people.
Dr. Jones, was famous for researching, he was a very nice man, and led this first research group, this Cybertron. He had taken his son with him, the boy's name was Kicker, only an 8-year-old boy. Brown eyes and hair, red t-shirt, and very shy and timid.
"I'm glad that I finally meet you, Dr. Jones," Optimus said.
"Joy is completely on my side, Optimus prime." Jones said with a smile.
Kicker stayed behind his Father, and was afraid. His Father began to reassure his son. he bent down and gently stroked his son's cheek.
"All right my son, no worries, the Autobots are our friends, they protect us." Jones said.
Kicker looked around in fear, and thus at Optimus.
"He's so big." the boy thought.
"Optimus, this is my son Kicker," Jones introduced.
"Hi Kicker, welcome to your home world." Optimus said kindly, but the boy said nothing, not even smiles.
People were introduced to the space they were designed to live in, as well as all the important places they would come to work. Kicker stayed beside his Father, not daring to speak, or smile.
It took two days, the scientists adapted well to the company of the Autobots and the Decepticons, all but Kicker, he did not adapt at all to the company of the big robots. He was just scared.
Once he got lost from his Father, in a very foreign place, he was completely alarmed.
"Dad! Where are youuu!" Kicker shouted in the empty hallways and ran farther and farther from his anxiety. Eventually I came across Optimus.
"Hey boy, I've been looking for you." Optimus said.
Kicker began to cry.
"Go away! I want to see Father!" he cried.
"It's all right, do not worry, I'm here. I'm taking you to create your Father." Optimus said reassuringly.
Kicker stopped crying, and looked at Optimus.
"Right? Su-sure?" he asked.
"Yes, come into my arms. So let's go." Optimus said, and held out his hand.
Kicker was scared at first, but thus decided to trust Optimus, and climbed into Optimus' arms.
And so Optimus took Kicker to his Father, and Dr. Jones, was happy to get his son back, and Kicker was no longer afraid of Transformers.
He noticed that Optimus was a nice guy and they became friends.
Okay, this might have been poorly written, and boringly, but I hope you like it, nonetheless. Are there any wishes I could write about this story? Or is there a question?