Optimus Primal could remember the first time he came to Katarn. It was years ago, before the Predicons even existed. It was like yesterday to him. It was good, he thought, to leave, leave the evil Katarn. But he was going to miss it. The memories implanted were unforgettable.
BOOM! It felt as if I woke up from a deep sleep, in a monkey form. I knew what happened, of course, because I was programmed to be any animal my scanner picked up. It was a gorilla. I wasn't sadden by this, form. I was glad, it felt as if I could rip somebody's arm off with a finger. It was awesome to have such power in my hands. I loved every second of it.
I just needed a couple more moments and I could change, change to my robot form. If I thought animal mode was great, I'm sure robot mode would be twice as powerful. I leaned to my right to see two more cybopods( what we are until we turn into Transformers), and to my left, three more. And as I looked up, I saw a sure dead cybopod. It was sad to see.
I saw the thin red line that indicated that someone's scanner was up and running read to turn them into a...RAT!
"Hello, monkey, I'm Rattrap...And you are?"
"Optimus Prim-" I got interrupted
"Did you say Optimus Primal?! I... I am not worthy!" He went down on is hands and knee's and started to go up and down. It was very annoying, so I kicked him. I didn't do it that hard, I just forgot about my immense strength and sent him about fifty feet. It was an accident I couldn't avoid. But you would kick him too if he was doing that to you.
So after that, I helped him up, apologized, and moved on. He was very forgiving, which was also very annoying. It made my boil up inside. It was horrible! I didn't think I was some king or something back home. But by now I'm sure home is gone. The Predicons probably took it over. I know they will never find this planet. This is my, our, new home. And it isn't too shabby.
" So, how do you like this place?" I asked Ratman, or whatever his name was.
"It is a place to be, uh I guess. I guess it is home. I guess. Whatever. I don't give a big crap. It is, home." This rat was dumber that street rats! And he was supposed to be smart!
I was completely annoyed, until there came a tiger. Called himself Tigertron. I liked him very much. And I was almost getting used to Rattraps unusual sense of humor. I liked this place a lot. It was nice. It was a jungle. It was home.