I was dead, very dead. Did I die a cool death? Fuck no. you see I'm a bomb squad guy. A special branch of dudes suicidal enough to fart around with explosives. I was in the United States Army.

And, you know my buddies and I were ordered to disarm a bomb of which was half jammed in the drop hatch of an older Jet. As I was moving to get a better look we all heard a loud click. The only feeling I was able to produce... was my heart falling through my rips and out of my ass..

I didn't get the chance to touch it either. it and whoever was near me just exploded in a violet boom.

So here I was in this black and blue void silently losing my shit. These glowing orbs of a light blue zipped around me, some stopped, as if they were greeting me. I didn't drift like these orbs did I attempted to follow a few around, having no luck. I was completely stationary at all times against my will.

I was a stoic individual but being body less, yet being able to see, but not feel made me terrified. But that soon changed to a feeling of vertigo due to my sense of direction being completely fucked, I couldn't tell if I was upside down or on my side.

I had my next spike of fear as this large humanoid shape approached me. A being of metal. So large I was but a speck of dust next to him.

He watched me in silence for what felt like an eternity. I noticed he looked unwell. Less vibrant than the other orbs of blue, regardless his form still dwarfed the small orbs. He and I just stared. For a long while. He opened this big tear in space and he reached in and plucked out a small form. Well, compared to him a mansion would look tiny.

He closed his glowing eyes, My eyes if, I had any would be bulging from my sockets as condensed himself smaller, the other human body gently cradled in his metal hands.

His eyes snapped open aggressively, his metal lips curling in concentration. Then out shot out beam. Pure power on a spiritual scale had me attempting to shrink back in fear. No harm came to me. It was cast over the form in his hand. Scanning it once, twice and for a final time stopped on the other persons heart.

The being nodded to himself and reached for me. I tried to scramble away but it was little use. The being grabbed me firmly but gently. He brought me to his chest and closer to the form resting in his other hand.

"End this war"

His voice echoed as the other orbs stopped as if he commanded them to.

I was brought to limp body in his hand, It was a girl. A very tiny one, She would look strange in a truck, she looked like a child. Though maybe the metal beings' size dwarfed the girl and made her seem smaller. I had not the slightest clue. I was dazed and confused.

She had ash white hair, She had a brown coat of some type on. Some sort of creamy off white dress shirt with a black tie. And a skirt shorter than what, I would call respectful. She had a backpack on. One of tactical origin that was a darker gray from her hair, it also had some basic urban camo. One that was barely noticeable as it consisted of muted blacks.

She was deathly pale.

"I am Primus, Human" The being whispered, in an attempt to not startle me?

If I was still alive I'd of shat myself anyway. He wants me to end a war?

"Yes, I do. I have taken you from your dimension and selected an adequate form for you"

How? Why me?

"Human, you were not the selected target, I foresaw another, Yet I was wrong" He merged me with the small mousey girl in his hand.

"Please help my people end this war, its crippled me"

I wasn't fully in the body. 'How can I do that? Take me back!' I wanted to scream. "My strength has dwindled, that is not possible."

He sounded forlorn but his neutral expression never changed. "You have perished in the place of another, Take this gift. It is all I can offer"

The god said no more and stuffed me the rest of the way into the mousey girls corpse. Or what looked to be a corpse. Her eyes where open and half lidded. but her body was pristine. other than the deathly pale skin and the dull eyes.

I wanted give the body more analysis, but my world warped and the last thing I saw was Primus's apologetic smile.

—-

I opened my eyes with a gasp. I expected to see the underside of a barracks mattress. But I didn't. I owlishly blinked at the sky.

Let's see how much did I drink last night? I hallucinated my death and talked to a god from a childhood show of mine. I rubbed my eye with a gloved hand.

I hoped what I experienced was a fever dream or someone spiked my drink. I moved to sit up but failed. The weight on my chest hampered me and pulled me from my thoughts. I kept my eyes shut and muttered.

"God damned shi-?" My voice was enough to make me visibly cringe. It was monotonous and firm. But definitely female. Change of gender aside I pushed the object off my chest and it fell with a thud. causing the reddish sand covered ground to poof up into my freshly opened eyes. I hissed. "Motherfucker!" I started a tyrant. but stopped as My eyes didn't sting from the dirt.

I usually sounded flat but with noticeable amounts of sarcastic timbre in my voice, 110% male. But Noo! I was a little girl. for some god forsaken reason.

I sat up further caking the red sand over the stupid short skirt I just noticed I was dressed in.

There was an honest to god rifle laying in the sand to my left It was much larger than anything I've used. it wasn't a standard M4 or M16.

I actually didn't know what it was. Though I had the faintest feeling it was american. Well, it looked american as fuck. all bite. and purely modular.

A rectangle box appeared around the large gun. It was blue but transparent. I managed to curb the freak out before it started with a amused huff.

My vision zoomed in on it and a panel popped up in the bottom left of my vision.

–Weapon: designation–M200-Anti-Material-rifle—

'Why in the Kentucky fried fuck is a Anti-tank-boomstick, just here?' I sarcastically thought.

The rifle was as large as me. It further made my new body look tiny. 'Also what the fuck was that? Am I some sort of terminator?'

—Current state of format is Tactical Doll: Weapon M200—-

"Current format is Tactical-Loli?" I muttered, my eyes were firmly set on the massive rifle. My sarcasm went completely over the head of the Ai's.

—The Term Loli is unknown–

I leaned forward and drug the behemoth of a gun into my lap and started fingering around on it. 'Since I have an AI, What's my name?"

—-Designation: M200—

My hands seemed to automatically find the mag release and dropped it into my lap.

"I'm named after a boomstick..." I groaned.

I checked over the weapon and found it in top condition. Other than some red sand dusting over the weapon it was spotless.

Absolutely spotless, it looked like it just came off the factory line.

I looked around my surroundings, it was clearly Nevada. Red desert, completely cloudless sky. I stared at the sun for a long few seconds only to notice my eyes refused to hurt or water. Nor did I get retinal bleaching.

I clearly wasn't human, the Ai in my head and the weird scan I did told me plenty but I refused to believe it.

I was reincarnated, by a fictional character. A fictional god. A Cybertronian.

My inner fanboy wanted to do a victory dance. Or was it fangirl? I wasn't a six foot plus mass of testosterone anymore.

I grasped the magazine in my lap and checked it over. 'Perfect condition, why am I not surprised?' I shook my head in almost awestruck disbelief.

I gently ran a finger over the tip of the large caliber round, it was real. yay!. I jammed the mag into the rifle and removed the bag from my back I was laying on it uncomfortably. but my body failed to notice or complain like a human one did.

I opened it and proceeded to raid it. The contents of the gray military pack was nothing but ammo, a pair of bino's and three total MRE's all in the variety I happened to dislike... thanks.

And a scrunched up and range rolled ghillie suit. Urban in pattern.

Oh and a buried handgun. A standard Glock 17. In the same dull tan as the rifle that sat on its bi-pod next to me.

The handgun had way more ammo than it should need. Speaking of an over abundance of rounds There was a fuck ton of large caliber ammo. I didn't need to guess what it was for.. 'What the actual fuck? This is like 300 flat pounds of equipment.'

—Tactical Doll's are able to carry more equipment and ammunition, than a biological solder—

"Helpful" I snorted sarcastically.

—Happy to assist Mrs. M200—

Okay since this AI is a support of sorts, "Where am I?"

—Earth, Unknown–-General area–Climate: Dry and above normal temperatures—

I deadpanned. And pulled the binoculars to my eyes, I scanned the area. Nothing, Nothing, whole lotta fucking nothin-Oh? an unpleasant looking man and his red four cylinder.

Huh. It looks like he's waiting for something. The man was tall and heavy set. But had rather nice hair. Mid forties at least.

he was White, with slightly tanned skin.

And he wore sweats and an off orange shirt. His car was a shitbox, Which didn't surprise me in the slightest the guy didn't look well off. In an attempt to ignore my situation I started watching him. Minutes passed.. Out of utter habit I laid on my stomach and brought the rifle to my front. In other words I took a firing position. I dropped the binoculars on the bag lazily. and looked down the scope.

Though I had no intent of blowing this man's life away. He was parked off the highway and I was desperately trying to ignore my situation. I trained my sights on the highway itself.

Just to watch a dark blue motorcycle with a black helmet wearing squid(A person riding a motorcycle with little to no protective gear on). Speed by the parked heavy set dude. Doing a full on wheel at what I guessed a whopping 136 mph. Or faster. I raised a brow. I started to figure out just who the particular bike was.

A yellow camero knockoff followed in full pursuit. "Where have I seen those vehicles before?" I slowly mumbled.

The AI had no answer. I watched them continue until they were out of my effective firing range- 'Where did that come from?'

I trained my sights back on the heavy man out of pure boredom, to my mild surprise and twisted humor. He was mid drug deal with a hispanic looking individual who pulled up in a rusty white truck.

I reached for the safety on my rifle. I definitely had the intent to scare the shit out of the shitbags. Drug deals in broad daylight.. how bold.

I racked a round in the chamber by giving the bolt a pull. I purposely took my aim off the heavy set man and onto the general direction to a poor route sign just down the road from them.

I had horrible aim in my past life. There was a reason I was given the light machine gun. So I hesitated for a second. I debated internally. What if I shoot wide and hits them regardless? Somehow I argued with myself. I never miss. that side of me won the argument.

I scoped in on the target with full confidence and pulled the trigger.

The rifle sounded off with a sharp crack, and to my surprise the sign was hit. Right in the six of the route 68.

In the exact spot I had the crosshair on. "Huh?" I asked. The peddler and drugie jumped. The larger man fell on his ass when the sign was obliterated. The latino dude's gaze snapped to the area where my rifle sounded. His brown eyes as wide as saucers.

I was way out of his range to spot without the help of some form of equipment.

They exchanged words. Before The large man threw a right hook. Drilling the latino in the face. Oh no..

I watched the brawl through my scope in amusement. It was twisted to do. I watched the large man take hit after hit and dish out more strikes. His size helped him in dropping the other man eventually.

The large dude raided the unconscious mans truck. Pulling brick after brick of white stuff from the cab.

"Holy shit." I gaped. That was pounds upon pounds of nose candy. I debated on shooting him then and there, but I decided against it.

He drove off shorty after loading his goodies up. Like a bat out of hell the man served onto the road and took off. The red car hummed off just as fast as the motorcycle.

—Targeting module condition: 100% efficiency—

Neat.

I slung the rifle over my shoulder and attached the pistol under the skirt on my right leg. I threw the bag over my shoulder. standing abruptly. I dusted off my front to the best of my ability. Before I heard the noise of a heavy duty engine which made me hunch and slowly crouch on the ledge.

A green truck of some sort drove by. It and its driver stopped at the other truck, the white one.

My eyes auto zoomed, which was mildly freaky.. I pulled the rifle out again and aimed in to assist my robo eyes.

A punk girl jumped out of the passenger side. 'Is that who I think it is?'

The truck thing then folded in on itself and out and shifted into a large form.

My jaw dropped. Bulkhead, Transformers Prime..

I jumped off the side of the mesa in an impressive inhuman flip and slide. My aim stayed on Bulkheads form. which was even more impressive. next minute I knew. I was ground level.

"No way"

They were a good distance out, 3 miles, maybe more. I started sprinting. Reaching speeds inaccessible to an actual human. Miko and Bulkhead didn't stay long. The latino man was put into Bulkheads cab after the big guy prodded the downed man with a massive finger.

It took little more than Ten minutes for them to blast off with a screech of tires on the blacktop.

My guess was they were getting the man medical attention, which was good but slightly unfortunate. He was a peddler but they didn't know that. Even if they did. The gentle giant and Miko would have taken him anyway.

I reached the truck 20 or so minutes after they left. I noticed a slight hum of fans. Emanating from me. I was breathing heavily. It dawned on me that I was indeed a robot girl of some type.

I sat on the truck's hood for a while slowly letting my form cool down, I had temperature gauges that showed I was about 120 degrees from getting unsafely warm. during my lazing on the rusted truck I started thinking about who I wronged to get put into this situation. Stop a war? Be a robot?

"Ohh how about. Loli robot?" I suppressed jazz hands via slamming my rising right hand into the hood of the truck causing the hood to dent sharply with a crack, a headlight also burst. I looked at my palms then back to the fist sized dent, which actually ripped a hole into the engine bay.

'Fuck it' I glanced at the truck. "This is mine now" I mean. I did put my mark on it.

With an exaggerated jump I landed on my feet, Spun in place and marched to the driver side of the vehicle.

I swung the door open with all the grace of a beached whale. I set the rifle in the passenger seat. And tossed the bag on the center console. it was More like a seat. It was one of those flip up consoles.

The truck started hard. grinding badly before it turned over. The few seconds it failed to start it sounded like the truck was saying. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me"

I pulled onto the on the way Miko and Bulkhead went. It was the direction of Jasper I assumed.

I hoped.

The drive was long and boring to an extent, though being in a new body and the fact Cybertronians were real made the drive less mind numbing. As I had a storm brewing in my mind.

—-

I passed the town sign that read Jasper's population and its name. Driving in this tiny body was annoying. I had to stretch to see above the steering wheel. Even after I adjusted it and the seat.

I was little, it was plainly obvious when the rifle I had was larger than I was.

I pulled into a gas station parking lot, I threw on the blinker out of pure habit and out of good gesture to traffic. This gas station looked older than what I would expect. It looked as if it came from the 70's.

Old timey pumps and architecture the building was white with red bordering the edges. I shifted my outer coat off. And slung it over the rifle the best I could. No point in getting the fuzz called on me, "Oh no, a little girl with a big sniper!" A random person would say. People loved to snoop so it wouldn't surprise me if someone took a peak in through the trucks untinted windows. I opened the door with a creak and stepped out. The lot was sparsely filled with cars. All of them older than 10 years. I had a small glimmer of amusement as the names and years of the vehicles got displayed above them in blue lettering.

The gas station was dingy. rust was slotted around at random. paint was worn and missing in some places. I pulled my skirt lower with a huff. Finding no pockets in it. I opted to let my gloved hands rest at my sides normally. I patted the handgun hidden on my leg.

I walked around the left corner of the building towards the clear glass doors, that had various smudges and hand prints on it.

I pulled the right one open and walked into the establishment like I owned the place.

—Wireless connection obtained—

Wifi? I shrugged and pulled the skirt lower. I eyed up the food bar that was directly in front of me. Hotdogs, greasy burgers and chicken sandwiches.

I wasn't hungry. 'Could I even get hungry?'

—Calorie intake recommended: Better energy levels reached through power down and consumption of high density energized objects—

'Soo, sleep is better than food now? and I can eat batteries? They tasted nice as a little kid..'

—Afirm—

I skipped the food section and walked around the store. The counter man watched me all the while.

I was looking for pants of some type. Skirts were tiresome and uncomfortable for me. the multitude of isles I went through had no pants. I should've expected a gas station to not have any..

They were gonna get stolen if there was any. I didn't have any cash. I walked down the row I was in and found nothing of interest.

My neck prickled in a sixth sense alreating me to the eyes that burrowed into the back of my head. so I turned and looked at the offending person.

The person in question was Miko. The asian girl's gaze was firmly locked on me. 'Bulkhead is surprisingly stealthy' I mused. I didn't hear the bulky buddy pull up.

I tilted my head as the teen fumbled with her bright pink phone and made her way towards me.

"Hey. uh. What dye do you use for your hair? It looks badass. Uho! what about those contacts?"

Huh? "It isn- Yeah I uh. Got it from somewhere. I'm not sure. It was a gift?" I replied in haste.

I worded it like a question. Miko looked further nervous to be having this conversation. And a little put off by my overly monotone response.

"Hello, I'm M. what's your name?" I improvised a name on the spot. It would be weird to introduce myself as 200. Or M200.

"Hiya! I'm Miko"

"Hello?" I toned my voice as even as I could muster.

The girl suffled her stuffed thingamajig, bouncing with the movement. "I-uh. Wanna hang? I'm bored."

'Why?' I shrugged. 'Random bullshit go!'

"Only if you take me somewhere" It came off harsher than intended. "O-okay, you like rock?"

'What the hell compelled this girl to talk to me? Props on the spine she has. Bomb squad stare is unnerving'

She is the protagonist, one of them anyway. Cosmic bullshit, what the did she want? Other than to ask about my hair, Even I didn't understand why it was gray.

I gave the counter man a small nod when we moved to exit

Miko waved for me to follow. As soon as we stepped through the glass doors to the run down store. "Hey, I need to grab something from my truck" Miko nodded slowly as I headed for the white truck.

Stolen truck, I walked To the truck and slug the door open. I didn't bother closing the thing.

The door ajar ding still worked which was mildly surprising as it was entertaining. I pulled the canon from my hiding spot and my brain-cpu? Processor stalled.

'How do I?' I should pull it apart and store it quickly before Miko sees.

I pulled the bag from the passenger floorboards and rifled through it again. I spent a large amount of time looking for tools.

I did find them after a while. And damn they were specialized. One was a screw driver-not that had a key like end and a magnetic handle. It was mildly hard to figure out to remove it from my hand. I brought the screw driver wannabe to my mouth and bit it free from my hand. My first attempt was to slap my hand on the seat.

"Heya girl! What's taking so lo-" Miko peaked around my shoulder

'Double shit, the first shit being the skirt.'

I whirled my head around so quickly I should've gotten whiplash.

I heard a heavy vehicle pull into the parking spot near me.

Miko looked at Bulkheads alt. Back to my rifle and back again.

I had the specialized tool in my mouth, the mag from the rifle in my hand and my other one pulling the slide back. Fuck I was caught with my pants down.

—-Human's pulse is speeding up—-Likely adrenaline is being added to circulatory system—-

The M200 was brought onto my knees. I spit the tool free from my mouth and caught it without looking in my right hand. My left dropped the mag into the bag.

"I was hunting?"

Bulkhead's alt rumbled. It sounded like a vaguely exasperated huff. I picked up traces of something alien in the sound off the engine.

'Yeah he definitely just sighed'

I hopped from the truck. And slung the backpack on one shoulder. I pulled the M200 out of my lap and held it like a baby.

I found myself rubbing the trigger guard lovingly. Miko probably though I had a gun fetish I stopped my petting the rifle with a muted blush.

"Lets go?" I asked.

Miko nodded slightly. And I followed her around to Bulkhead's driver's side. Miko opened the door easily and climbed in.

I opened his back door, with some resistance. Unsurprisingly though I swear I saw his frame tremble when I yanked on the door more forcefully. I get the feeling he didn't want me in his interior.

Though it was barely noticeable. I just climbed in opting to keep my rifle strewn across my lap.

'Can I scan people like a discount terminator? Or better yet can I scan Cybertronians?"

–Processing request. Data on one Miko Nakadai and one Cybertronian-Bulkhead–

Wow.

Pull up file on human subject(Y/N) Pull up file on Cybertronian(Y/N)

Miko mumbled something to the dashboard in front of me. That was just low enough I didn't catch it.

I ignored the one sided conversation. I selected the file for Bulkhead and set the one for Miko aside.

The file opened and engulfed my entire sight.

{ Designation: Bulkhead.

{ Factions/Occupations: Construction(Formerly) Wreaker(Formerly) Autobots: Current

—Functionality using description and brief scan—

Frontliner build: Large energon mace and dual plasma canons.

Alternative mode: Heavy duty Suv: military in origin

{Green coloring.

{Threat level: moderate

'Moderate? What!?'

I kept reading.

{Comlink; 33471109047.5

I couldn't help the mirthful thoughts. My expression stayed neutral as I absentmindedly answered Miko's babbles.

I opened a chat head and it took up another corner of my vision above my status percentage.

M200: How's the war going, Autobot?

Bulkhead stalled briefly. But continued as if nothing happened.

Bulkhead: Who's this?

M200: Your neighborhood friendly mercenary.

Bulkhead: Never heard of a mercenary in this sector, You a Miner of some type M200?

The next response came faster than I could scrawl one out.

Bulkhead: One of bucket heads goons?

I decided to copy Soundwave's alleged way of speaking.

M200: Desist. M200: Loyalty is to self.

Bulkhead: What do you want?

M200: Many things. Optimal Crimes comlink for starters.

I jokingly insulted the Prime which was a bad move if the firm reply from Bulkhead was any indicator.

Bulkhead: Not happening.

M200: would the coordinates to your base be sufficient enough to get into contact with the big bot?

Bulkhead: Ha! I doubt you have them.

I didn't but I do know the way there. I nodded along to Miko's story once again. To show I was still paying attention to her.

M200: Old missile silo in the desert of Jasper, I've been watching your movements, Wrecker.

Bulkhead slammed on the brakes causing my mostly limp form to crash into the seat in front of me. It caused the chat window to close and the file to leave my vision along with the prompt for Miko's. shit. Why did I make the message so threatening.

The pain was surprisingly real. I reached a hand up to cradle my nose. "Ouch"

Miko hit the steering wheel as she rubbed her chest, where the seat belt dug into her.

"Please refrain from doing that again. A warning would be adequate if you do so again" I commented at Miko, pretending I didn't know we where in a Cybertronian.

"Sorry, The brakes locked up randomly!"

The bullshit in Miko's voice was plainly obvious.

An icon floated up in my vision and I willed it to open, which it did.

Bulkhead: 2000168213.1

He then started driving forcing me to slide back into my seat. way faster than he did before. "Would it kill you not to drive like a lunatic, Miko?" I frowned and dug my nails into the seat causing Bulkhead's frame to shutter.

M200: Thank you for your contribution.

I received no response.

I used the comlink to open up another chat head.

M200: Is this Optimus Prime?

Optimus: Indeed, whom do I owe the pleasure of talking to this Cycle?

M200: A friend. This war is reaching far beyond its Time. Shall I end you? Or Megatronus?

M200: Or shall I end this peacefully?

I personally had not the slightest clue on how to end the millennium long war. So I asked the Prime and threatened him at the same time. Smart

Optimus: I wish to end this conflict peacefully. But others do not wish the same as I

M200: The Decepticon cause was a noble one. Unfortunately their leader seems far beyond the threshold of madness.

Optimus: Megatron is my brother, I believe he is redeemable, M200 what is your military function?

M200: In time you will see, data clerk. Now I will propose a way to breathe life back into Cybertron.

I linked an image from my memory to one of the decepticon screen displaying an omegalock key. I then grabbed a blurry image of Smokescreen and started some text below it explaining the key in his chassis.

Next I brought up the almost faded memory of the omegalock key's position in the deserts of Egypt.

I left out the fourth key. But I sent the data packet and a rough image of the sea of rust.

M200: If he is redeemable, then build Cybertron in both your images. I will work on straightening out the Decepticons ranks. I recommend convincing your troops to work towards peace, Prime.

Bulkhead slowed and I looked out the reinforced window to my left. 'That's a cliff' My eyes widened. I opened my mouth.

"Are you ready girl!" Miko excitedly exclaimed.

"Miko? What are we doing?" I asked at the same time.

"Going dune crushing!" I must've agreed to do this during that chat that I was half assing my answers into. 'That's what I get'

—-

"Dear, Primus!" Ratchet paced around his pede steps thundering on the concrete floor. The Prime who had his internal messages displayed on the monitors, Ratchets his pede steps creating echoes off the cement walls causing Jack to wince.

Jack walks closer to the platform near the Primes shoulder. "Who's the new bad guy?"

"I… Do not know Jack" came the Primes answer. Ratchet's pacing stopped dead "That's precisely the problem, Optimus!"

"Well this bot clearly knows Optimus's and Megatron's history. Almost like they were friends with you guys. Are you sure?"

Jack's question rang in the silent room.

Ratchet threw up his servos in agitation. "We don't know!"

"Ratchet, we were just provided essential information, we must gather these before the Decepticons." Optimus's words calmed the medic. Ratchet nodded and crossed his arms across his chassis.

Optimus opened a comlink with the other bots and prepped a groundbrige to Bulkheads location. "Autobots return to base"

He pulled the lever down and a bridge sparked to life.

"Optimus I have a-" Bulkhead rolled through the bridge his alt mode stalled. "Another human with me" Bulkhead seemed to sag on his wheels when he emerged from the green vortex.

"Scrap" the wreckers voice echoed from his alt mode. The bridge then closed and fired up again on another preset of coordinates. And Bumblebee drove through. Raf hopped out and the scout transformed.

Miko crawled out of the driver's side of Bulkhead and opened the door to his backseat row. Out walked a short girl in a skirt with military hiking boots. She was wearing a brown jacket that was unzipped to reveal a dress shirt that had a bland black tie.

She looked unbothered by the giant mechanical beings. Though she leaned into Bulkhead's cabin and pulled out two things. A bag and..

A large rifle as long as she was tall. Arcee entered the main room just as the large weapon was revealed. The two wheeler in pure protection of Jack and Raf who was already halfway up the landing jumped in front of the two humans with a whirr of gears and alien nose her servo swapped into the small two barreled blaster she's had since the Great War began.

The Autobot leveled her firearm at the small girl holding the massive rifle. "Miko, back away." The Japanese girl looked between her frozen friend and Arcee. Miko was torn but did as told.

Bulkhead swapped to his bi-pedle mode and put a foot in between his charge and the armed girl.

"Woah! Woah" He put out his large metal hands.

—-

I stared intently at the blue autobot my glare didn't effect the femme at all. Who knew robots couldn't shit themselves? Arcee had her plasmas-energon blaster aimed square at me.

I couldn't stop my body from dropping into a tactical crouch, unfortunately my skirt gave the humans and the bots directly in front of me a perfect look at my undergarments.

My rifle as effortlessly as holding a nerf gun leveled with Arcee's optic. Bulkheads panicked, His massive pede's even while shuffling awkwarly bounced me. It caused no sway in my sights.

I watched my crosshairs go from Arcee's face plates to her optic again as I was looking for something more weak than the optic. but I couldn't so I settled on her singular open optic, the one she was using to aim.

"ARCEE, Stand. Down." The prime's voice prompted me to gather control of my body. With a huff I forced myself out of the crouched stance. I also choose to ignore the warnings of no longer being in an optimal firing position.

It's like my own system wanted me to blast the autobot in the helm. Arcee folded her weapon away so I let my M200 rest comfortably in a non firing stance.

Now that I wasn't hyperfocused on a cagey Autobot. I looked around the base.

Ratchet was near the groundbridge operating levers. Optimus was at the computers, Arcee was sitting near the humans. Bulkhead was… poking his digits together?

Bumblebee was nowhere in sight.

I lied. He was hiding behind Bulkhead his guns were also out and splayed but not aiming.

"Uhh" I moaned in question.

The Prime's pede pace shook me more than Bulkheads ever did.. I looked at him as he lowered himself to a crouch."Hello, I am Optimus Prime"

I lowered my rifle slowly.