AN: Alright, I must have written this author's note 3 or 4 times, now. I can't seem to get out what I'm thinking, but I think I got it, this time around. What you're looking at here is... think My Inner life but written by someone a little less brain-dead and a little more self-aware(i think)

If you don't know what My Inner Life is, God bless you. If you do, God rest your soul.

I don't want you to think "Ah shit, My Inner Life but with a robot" because it's not entirely that. For the most part, it's missing the weird tiger sex, terrible character development, and the weird breeding fetish the main character has. My goal was to write about a fantasy and make it somewhat enjoyable. And please do not fear, there will be no robot-on-human sex, I promise.

This story is not going to take itself nearly as serious as MIL. It's ridiculous, it's over the top, the main character is a nutjob, but it will have its moments. I'm not gonna go on a 4-page rant about criticism. If you wanna give me some advice, please feel free to, just be respectful is all.

Other than that, I don't have much to say. I'm gonna drop 4 chapters at once so that there's as much context as possible without cramming your heads with too much. Every week, I'll be adding 2 chapters, just whenever the hell I feel like it. I'm not too confident in my writing abilities, so I'm a little nervous about posting this, but I do hope you enjoy this in some way, shape, or form.

Chapter 1:

Remember when you were young? We all have that turning point in our lives where we witness something that makes us realize the danger of some unknown force. That unknown force can be anything, forces of nature, other people, the world. Maybe even something beyond this world. Do you remember being happy and carefree? Everything is perfect until that turning point. You feel scared and worried. You feel confused and you're not sure what to do. I remember the turning point in my life. I was maybe eleven or twelve, I wasn't very old when that moment happened.

First, I need to backtrack. A few years ago prior to this, something strange happened on a quiet night. Stars were falling one night and they reached the ground. It was more than a few rocks. Much more than a few chunks of space junk. They were aliens. The impossible had happened that night and thus solved the eons-old mystery; are we really alone? These aliens were mechanical creatures. They were giant robots, to put it simply. They seemed to be just the right size to be able to turn into cars, trucks and even planes. They could disguise themselves as the most unlikely of things. I remember hearing a sort of urban legend that one's been disguised as a city, but I never really believed that one.

There were Autobots, the good guys that wanted to help the humans and who took refuge on Earth. We were happy to have them for quite some time. Then there were the Decepticons, which wanted to wipe us all out. They had a conflict over some sort of power source they called the All-Spark when they all first got here. It was something important to them that was flung to Earth during a war that left their planet in ruins. Since then, it's been on and off fighting over a variety of causes and goals between them.

Now, let me tell you about an incident. The incident. I should let you know that this wasn't just my turning point, this was a turning point for the entire world. I remember the day. It was a completely clear afternoon; there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. And of course, I was spending that beautiful day on the couch watching some mind-numbing kid's program on TV.

I was there alone when the broadcast just... cut off. It just stopped. The black screen morphed into static and white noise. I remember trying to change the channel, but then to find all of them were like this. I don't remember what I was thinking, at the time. It happened so suddenly that I may not have been thinking anything. The seconds felt like minutes, and I remember seeing something starting to form in the static.

I thought I just imagined things. I was pretty prone to it back then. You know that feeling when something shocks the hell out of you? You don't physically jump, but you feel it inside of you, and your stomach starts to sink? That's what I felt when I realized something was beginning to show up. This wasn't anything I was imagining.

From what I could tell, it was a face, but at the moment I couldn't make out much. Slowly, the static was dispersing, and I realized this wasn't anything ordinary. It wasn't a human face. It was a bot, like the ones that came from space, all those years ago. As the static cleared, I could see he was a deep red color and elderly looking. His eyes were glowing blue, and he had strange, long, silver strands of wire that appeared to be facial hair.

Dim light reflected off of a metal circlet of some sort on his forehead. I remember watching him look up and feeling my stomach drop further. It was unexpected and almost chilling. He seemed oddly graceful like he knew he was someone important. And then he spoke in a gruff and guttural voice.

"Defenders of Earth...we have come for your natural resources to rebuild our damaged planet. We then will transfer all we need...we will leave your world in peace. For such peace to exist, you must immediately exile the Autobot Rebels you have harbored.

Non-negotiable.

Renounce the rebels... we await your reply."

That's what he said. This was quote had transcripts everywhere on the internet and was even recorded. This transmission was then followed by a massive invasion in Chicago. I live nowhere near Illinois, but I remember watching news footage and watching Hell break loose. The news helicopters were all shot down at one point, and we didn't see much of the disaster.

To make a long story short, that guy was an Autobot. His name was Sentinel Prime, and he turned on us to try and restore his homeworld. He tried to transport this entire world to ours and take stuff from us and bring it back to his planet. This probably would have ended up bringing about the end of civilization and eventually the end of humanity itself, some speculate.

Catching a glimpse of this planet was unfathomable. This whole incident was unreal and it made me realize we're certainly not alone. Earth is not the only thing that exists. Earth is not the center of the universe and Earth could be in serious danger. The world was thrown into chaos for a pretty long time. The services working with the Autobots were not happy. Civilians were not happy. The death toll had hit the thousands. The battles, the casualties, the destruction. All of the anger that had built over the years now consumed everyone. So their solution was a purge of their kind any of their human allies. I got swept up into this mess over a stupid, stupid reason.

I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Vega. I've been out on the run for a little while. It's the Red Scare all over again, but maybe even worse because thousands of lives have been ripped away over this. It started out with well-known figures being outed as "Autobot Apologist" or even Decepticon allies, but it wasn't long until they began picking on civilians as well. People get paddy-wagoned left and right over this. It takes only a tiny sliver of suspicion from any Joe-Schmoe down the road to end up getting in trouble with the Secret Services. Some people are jailed, some are even outright killed, some are known to even just "disappear" from their last known locations.

Now, I am not directly an "Autobot Apologist", but I had friends that were taken away and even killed for siding with them. I feel very bad for the Autobots. I just don't see the point in this needless slaughter of their kind. That isn't what had the Secret Services knocking at my door one night, however. Oh no, it was something way stupider. Stupid as hell on my part, something I should have known better than to do. This whole event sparked a lot of debate online. My stupid-ass would get on and spew the occasional "Sentinel Prime did nothing wrong" PURELY as a joke and that was enough to have the Secret Services at my door. I don't wanna talk about it.

I probably should have known better. When people close to me started getting framed, I figured it was time to go. They took my friends and even some of my family. I was probably already on a list somewhere, and I could've been next at any moment. So I took that as my cue to pack my bags and go. That's what I've been up to. I've been running through the boonies, the past few weeks.

I panicked when I was packing. I grabbed clothes, food, money, and essentials, but I came to realize I didn't pack a pillow or any blankets. I could deal with it at first when it was the middle of summer. Now cold weather is setting in and I have many, many regrets. I didn't take much with me. I only took a few things to keep me happy. I grabbed yarn to crochet something to together with, of course. Crochet was always my thing. I brought my favorite sweaters and I brought along my special necklace that a friend gave to me before she was taken away.

On this particular night, there was a small patch of woods that I decided to crash in. It was sandwiched in between a field full of brown, wilting corn stalks and another field that was completely barren. The leaves were still just barely clinging to the trees, most of them turning their sickly oranges, yellows, and browns. There were just enough leaves to keep me hidden back here despite the full-moon, tonight. I kind of made a mess of my campsite. Around me were a few empty food cans and some water bottles, as well as the smoldering remains of a campfire I put out not long ago.

I laid around with my head propped up on my bag, staring off into space. I guess you could say quite literally. I was combing over the stars, spotting constellations. Just the usual nights, for me. I've always had a fascination with space and stars. However, these days it's not as fun to look up and ask myself 'is there anyone else out there?' And with that, something broke my focus. Let me ask you something... how many times would you be chased down by Decepticons before you'd say 'fuck it'? Now, I'd love to do just that. I wish I could just help them get what they're looking for and be done with it.

Problem is, I don't know why they've been doing this. It's not like I'm gonna just stop and nicely ask the next one that comes at me with its guns blazing. No, my ass is getting the hell out of there. It's not like I can get help, being a fugitive and all. What would the cops even do about it? In the silence of the night, I felt a sudden vibration pierce the ground. And another. And another. I sat up and took a quick look around. In the distance through the trees, I noticed a massive, towering, figure. I always find myself feeling threatened by shadows at night. Silhouettes and figures of any kind are never a good thing, in my eyes. Especially giant robot figures.

It halted and in an almost ghastly manner, it turned around and I noticed the faint red glow radiating from its face, presumably its eyes. It seemed to be searching for something. Or someone. An immediate fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and I decided I'd choose the latter. Thing was, this was the middle of the woods. While I could easily hide, the forest floor is filled with sticks, dead leaves and other nature things that make noises. Any sounds I'd make could lead this thing right to me. I spent very little time thinking of a plan. I quickly grabbed a hold of my bag and I figured I'll just slip out of the woods and maybe find some spot to hide in until this thing goes away. I just can't figure out what it is that's leading them to me, of all people. Or even how they're tracking me down, for a matter of fact.

While the moonlight is nice and all, it became more of my enemy than anything. I was already on high-alert for any sticks or leaves I could end up trampling on, but keeping out from under the moonlight peeking through the leaves was also a challenge as well. As the fields were nearing my sight, I began to feel pretty confident. I even managed to scale a wide-creek stealthily. It was a little hard to locate stones to step on in the dark, but besides that, I crossed with relative ease.

It was difficult getting over the dug-out the stream had made. The soil would just keep crumbling below my feet and sending me back down. I noticed some roots from a tree that was peeking over the edge and I used those to pull myself up. When I reached the top, I dusted myself off a bit and I turned to look back. I really wish I just kept going. The silhouette from earlier was maybe a few yards away from the other side of the creek. The moonbeams reflected off it's metal body and exposed in the light, I could see it had a set of fangs or tusks. I could also see 4 red dots glowing. It had a second set of eyes I didn't even notice before and its body was a deep-grey, almost black. The bot stared at me and I stared back.

This stare-down went on for maybe a few seconds but it felt like eons. Suddenly it leaped across the creek and toward me and at that moment all sense of logic flew out the window. I ran screaming out of the woods as the beast chased after me. As I ran, I turned around and watched it unsheathe a massive claw. I could hear the wind whiz by as it angrily swiped at me while growling, unlike any beast or animal I had ever heard. I didn't know what to do. Usually, when these guys attack, it's somewhere I can get away or hide, but there isn't really anywhere to go in a barren field. Turning back into the woods was probably not a good idea. My only plan was to run toward a road on the other side of the field. It was so close, yet so far away.

I picked up speed and sprinted as fast I could away from this thing, but it just wasn't enough. It slashed me right by the heels, tripping me and ripping up chunks of grass beneath my feet. I fell right on my face, but I quickly rolled over to my back. I tried crawling back, but it caught my leg and had its claw raised.

"Where is the shard, fleshling?!" It hissed at me in a gritty, low voice. It raised its claw ready to attack.

Shard? I parted my lips to speak, but the only thing that came out was a few stuttering vowels that almost sounded like words. This seemed to infuriate the bot as it then hissed in my face and threatened me once again with its claw.

I don't know what I would have possibly done if it wasn't for what happened next. Before I knew it, the bot was suddenly impacted by an explosive, and it cried out in pain. Its back had been shot by some sort of projectile and when it collapsed on the ground beside me the only thing on my mind was the word 'escape.' I tried to gain my footing back and scamper off, but the bot grasped at my legs and pulled me back down, desperate to not let me get away. I began to pry at its massive metal fingers at attempt to pull them off, but the bot was suddenly grabbed by its neck and yanked up off the ground. The bot let go of me and dropped me back into the grass.

When I finally regained some sense of composure, I was shocked to see another bot had joined the scrap. This one didn't seem to be interested in me, however. He quickly threw the bot down, and he gave me a quick glare through a green-tinted visor over his face. His attention went back to the bot. He roughly planted a foot on the bot's chest, and a strange-looking weapon of some sort began to assemble over his left arm. It almost looked like a canon and at the end of it were three sharp-looking prongs, it looked like. He stood over the bot triumphantly, watching the weapon ready itself.

"My sensors have led to you. You're the one with the shard," The bot with the covered face spoke with a sharp grumble. "Give it up, and I'll let you live."

The bot under his foot groaned, still writhing in pain. "The human... has it!" My heart sank into my stomach. Words evaded me. I couldn't speak, much less protest to this thing.

"Do you think you can fool me?" He then replied. This bot then glanced back at me for a moment, then quickly turned back to the bot. His visor came apart, revealing his face. I could make out his two eyes like lights, glowing green. I don't think I've ever seen any other bot sporting green eyes like that.

He seemed to be thinking for a moment. But then suddenly in a swift motion, the green-eyed bot sunk the weapon deep into the chest cavity of the beast-like mech as it flailed. When the weapon was withdrawn, the bot's limbs fell lifelessly to the ground, and the weapon appeared to have pulled something out from its chest. Some sort of blue, glassy orb.

An icy tension was blown on the steel breeze. The wind felt hard against my burning skin as I grew very, very nervous when his green eyes turned and pierced my own. He came to me in a slow stride. My guard was up as I watched him slowly kneel and look down at me. Before he could say anything, I began to run my mouth.

"I- I don't know- I have no idea what he was," I babbled

"Don't play games with me," He growled.

"I- I'm not lying to you, I don't know what he was talking about-" I spoke really fast to him

He didn't look very amused. For a moment he pulled down his visor. Maybe he was running some sort of scan. He was silent for a few seconds before removing it, again.

"Your necklace,"

"What-"

"Hand it over."

I stared at him and blinked a few times. I didn't have time for confusion or protest. I immediately unclasped the necklace and held it up to him. He then held out a hand, and I place it over his metal digits. He stood up and dangled the piece of jewelry between his fingers and observed it for a moment. He didn't say anything. He then promptly pulled a gun on me.

I yelped slightly and jumped back. "I'm not lying to you! They've been chasing me down and-" I quickly spouted as I hid my face in my arms. "I had no idea what they wanted, but I'll give it to you, I'll give you whatever, just please leave me be-!"

"You don't know what this is?" He asked me

"No, not at all!" I replied stupidly.

He withdrew the weapon and slung the barrel over his shoulder. "Where did it come from?"

I tried to relax for a moment and speak to him. "I'm... not exactly sure... it was given to me,"

"And it's been leading them to you?"

I didn't say anything.

He lowered the necklace and looked back down at me. "What is your name?"

"It's," I had the idea in my head for a moment to tell him a fake name. But that may not have been a good idea. "Vega."

"Vega?" He repeated back. I nodded. "I have something to ask of you. I need your assistance. Either comply, or you will be killed,"

"Assistance?"

"There's been an influx of Decepticon activity in this area. I have been tasked to… 'extract' them all. If what you say is true, and this necklace is what they're detecting, then you can be useful to the completion of this mission."

"You want me to become... bait?"

"For lack of a better word, yes," He knelt down and took my arm between his pointer and thumb before roughly lifting up my arm and dropping the necklace back into my hand. He then grasped his giant hand around my body and stood up, holding me up to his face. "They've been closing in around this area, thanks to you. We don't have to go far."

I didn't even agree to any of this...