A/N: ANOTHER! This is a new story from yours truly. I am still doing "Daughters of Jasper", but have decided to begin posting my next story. Hence, this. Hope ya'll like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any shape or form. I only own the story and any and all OCs in said story. If there's someone you don't know, it's probably an OC.
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Warning…Energon levels critical...
Power…50% and decreasing…
Damage…Seek Medical assistance…
Weapons offline…
Comm. offline…
Tracking systems offline…
Memory files….Error…
Error…
Error…
He groans, his optics slowly opening. His vision was fractured—his visor was broken right down the middle, revealing a dim, amber-colored orb, as well as hairline cracks on what remained of the glass visor. He slowly sits up, placing a hand on his helm, feeling a large dent on his temple. Looking at his surroundings, he takes in the different shades of brown. Looking up, he sees a bright blue sky. Turning around, he takes in the mangled metal…something behind him, sparks flying everywhere.
Where…where was he?
He tries to stand, but his legs give out, and he falls back down, his helm spinning. What happened? Why couldn't he remember anything?
Sudden engines make him look up. He stiffens at the sight of five strange vehicles speeding towards him. The vehicles stop, and strange little organic creatures step out of the vehicles, holding weapons. They surround him, aiming their weapons at him. He didn't know if they would do any damage, but honestly, he didn't want to find out.
One of the creatures steps forward, the weapon in his hand lowered, but ready, his stance one of wariness.
"I am Sergeant Kris Stanton. Who, and what are you?"
He pauses. It takes him a few seconds to understand the strange little creature, though soon it's as clear as the sky above him. But what was he supposed to say?
"I…I don't know. I can't…I-I can't remember anything."
The creature's stance softens, and he holds up a servo, the others lowering their weapons. He takes another step forward.
"It seems like you have no hostile intentions towards our planet. Am I right?"
He hesitates, then nods. He really didn't have any reason to hurt these strange organics. They looked friendly enough. But he was still very cautious.
The creature, "Kris", smiles.
"Well, then let me be the first to say, welcome to Earth."