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It was a random morning for you, you had just gotten a call from your workplace that you have gotten a day off that week—you never felt happier. Working minimum wage, staying in a tiny apartment with nothing but instant noodles gets to your sanity after a while. You wondered if anything will ever happen that could drastically change your life for the better. Hell, you won't even complain about getting kidnapped to outer space—your life was that boring.
What you didn't expect was that on the same day you had gotten your day off was the day a bunch of robotic aliens would rise down from space to earth's surface to reign supreme and take over earth's natural resources. I know, I wouldn't believe it, either.
It had happened so suddenly, while you were sipping on your second coffee that morning, watching the news like it was the most interesting thing to ever be displayed on the media, the atmosphere of the news changed to one of urgency. You didn't fully register what was going on before a sudden explosion hit near your area.
Your body moved on its own, eyes widening every step, you looked out the window to be met with destruction—alien space ships roam the blue sky, tall buildings toppling down that sends tremors across the ground as bricks scattered, fires came blazing in a blink of an eye, and before you processed what you were seeing, your instincts knew that you had to get out of there, and fast.
Your hands moved, your legs moved, but your brain was flying in auto, already knowing what you have to do but not fully conscious while committing the action. You weren't fully aware of what you were actively doing, just your brain telling you this would be essential to your survival—you knew the military would come in quickly, even though you don't trust them at times.
You put what you thought would be most important in an alien invasion scenario—obviously, your phone, charger, power bank, some snacks to keep yourself sustained, extra clothes, bandages, water bottle, and so on, just whatever that your bag could hold.
After checking and doubling that check to see if there was anything else you could bring, you shook your head and zip your back close before throwing it around your shoulders. You didn't bother locking your order on the way out—it's an alien invasion! Nobody will have time to scavenge even if they wanted to.
You thanked the divine beings above that your apartment wasn't very high up, only 4 stories down. You saw how everyone had the same idea, running down flights of stairs and rushing towards the exit. You thought that following the crowd wouldn't be a good idea, it would only cause more havoc, and you didn't have enough faith in the human mind in this type of scenario.
Your plan was simple—get away from the crowd, prioritize your safety, a panicked pile of people would only do you more harm than good. So, you strayed away and towards the ruined city, possibly where alien activity was more prominent—if you were to die, at least it was by the hands of an alien, am I right? I mean, you don't want to die saying you got hit by a truck, or that it was by a heart attack when an alien could be at your proximity!
Not that you wanted to die, at least not now. Before your death comes tumbling down, you wanted to achieve something mind boggling! Something that humanity wouldn't be able to comprehend, and if you survived through it all you could tell it to the whole world, how crazy would that be?
The city that you once knew for its skyscrapers, roads that were always full of cars, (somewhat ) clean roads, was now nothing but a pile of debris and dust. Buildings were either still standing but by a lifeline, or already vanquished. The roads were a pain to walk through because of the multiple infrastructures that have fallen over, and the amount of fire that was around.
As you walked around the destroyed city, your shoe stepped onto something sharp that made you flinch—you stepped back and looked down to see a thick chunk of metal. Though, it would be natural to see random items scattered around because of how scattered and destroyed everything is, but this particular metal didn't seem.. normal.
You slowly kneeled down to take a closer look of the unknown metal before it started twitching uncontrollably that made you fall back on your butt in surprise and shock.
"What—what the hell—" your voice stuttered, not scared, but fascinated. As the chunk of metal continued its restless movement, you hesitantly brought your hand closer to the unidentified item before grabbing onto it—upon feeling it on your skin, you were able to feel how sharp it was and the complexity of its design despite appearing small.
Before you could inspect the thing that was in your very fingers, you heard something in the distance but it didn't fully click in your head before a loud crash hit just in front of you—a tall, metal-like being was present before your eyes—you froze, the metal in your hand dropping back to the ground.
The giant in front of you groaned in pain after just being thrown across the street, their eyes motioned over to you—it was bright red and the intensity of its stare stopped you dead in your tracks, a shiver running down your spine.
Everything just happened so suddenly, and before you knew it, a humongous hand grabbed onto you with ease that prevented you from struggling.
"A little organic stranded from its pack?" Its tone was undoubtedly mocking. From its voice alone—it knew that right now your life was in its hands. As the thing slowly stood up from the rubbles, you could see the ground getting further away from your line of sight as your body dangled dangerously high.
You weren't one to be easily afraid of heights, but how fast it was happening made you feel nauseous, and the feeling of throwing up was ever eminent. The thing has rather sharp claws, those same claws gripping the back of your shirt with a pinch—you were wondering how your shirt hasn't torn off yet.
Just staring at the metal giant in front of you made your heart beat faster, both because of your adrenaline and fear. Aliens are actually real—your thoughts went in a jumble, slowly turning into mush as we speak, the reality of it all was beyond you—this should be something the government ought to be doing and figuring out, not you—you were just someone who appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Starscream, put the human down." Another voice appeared. The metal giant who was the one holding you, now you know as Starscream, took his time to turn to the other metal giant that stood before him. Unlike Starscream, this bot had bright blue eyes—one of the good guys? You theorize.
"Ironhide, you threw a good punch." So, this Ironhide guy was the one who knocked Starscream to the pile of debris, got it. Starscream looked over at you, a wide grin placed around his faceplate. "Too bad you can't land your dirty servos on me in fear of hurting the parasite, too."
"You'd know a thing or two about having your servos dirtied."
"Who are you calling a parasite!?" You vowed yourself to stay out of this alien business—grudge—war? Whatever, but when you're being disrespected despite not being involved or contributing, you can't just take it and not defend yourself! You still have some self respect in you.
"Oh? The little fleshling has an intake?" Starscream mocked. If you were able to, you would not hesitate to ruin that shiny face of his. "Unlike you—" you paused briefly for a second. "What the hell is an intake?" Starscream paused, staring down at you with those glowing red optics. "You small creatures—"
Before Starscream could get a word in, a loud blast almost hit him, but luckily it hit the building behind him. Ironhide looked baffled, so it must not have been him, but then behind him appeared a yellow and black bot who looked smaller compared to the two.
The new bot spoke in odd sounds that you were unable to understand, but the two seemed to know what he was saying. "Bumblebee, hold your fire—" Ironhide ordered. "You know how the boss would react if he knew a human got injured on our watch?" He started scolding Bumblebee who let out a beep that sounded much softer than the previous sounds he had let out before.
Boss? They have a boss? Well, it would be logical that they do, imagine the stuff they're able to do without management or a hierarchy to keep them from causing havoc. You can say the same for Starscream here, someone must have a leash on him, too.
"You Autobots always prioritize the life's of others, even those who are insignificant and puny." Starscream dangled you in his sharp digits to make a point. The constant movement in the air made you feel sick in the stomach, and you were tempted to just throw up on his metal feet.
"You won't shoot me, as long as this fleshling is around." The Autobots knew he was right. As much as they were tempted to sink a blast in his spark, you would fall from the height and possibly die from your injuries—that wouldn't be something Optimus would want to achieve in the long run.
Promptly after Starscream intentionally mocked their lack of options of any chance of injuring him or saving you, you felt the field around you shifting, one moment the sky was visible but suddenly a shadow loomed at the top, your feet that was standing on nothing was now touching hard ground that felt almost.. metallic?
You were now sitting down on a seat that seemingly just spawned out of nowhere, a seatbelt appeared and tightened itself around you that made you gasp in surprise. You were now standing before a cockpit of a jet—but how? You didn't remember seeing a jet in the sky, let alone getting into one, and you were 100% sure that you are currently sober.
You noticed that the jets engine had already started, you don't quite understand how jets work, but you're sure that any aircrafts don't just have their engines on all the time. In short order, the aircraft immediately flew towards the sky with immense speed.
"Starscream! Come back, coward!" Ironhide yelled, pointing a fusion cannon at the jet that you resided in, but Bumblebee rapidly stopped him from blasting his shot, in fear of hurting you in the process.
You were not wearing the proper equipment to be at this altitude, so breathing quickly became a hard task. "Don't offline on me, I am not willing to take care of a deceased human." You heard a voice somewhere, but you didn't know where it was coming from. The altitude not only made you feel more nauseous than you were before, but now your head was in a lot of pain.
Your body was screaming with discomfort and agony that you couldn't properly explain with mere words. To cope with the suffering that your body was going through, your body decided to shut down and the last thing you saw was the cockpit of the jet and something in the distance that was slowly getting larger.
It was indeed an interesting way to meet Starscream, and to find out that transforming aliens were a real thing.
When you woke up, you found yourself in a large room that was thrice your size. The Nemesis proved itself to be a huge ship for a human like you, and even till this day you still need assistance maneuvering around with at least one bot—usually one of the Vehicons or Insecticons, because the others are higher commanding officers and always busy handling with other things—they apologize to you afterwards, though.
If you might add another thing, before all this, you were just a lowly captured human in the mercy of these dangerous bots that have committed more crimes than you can comprehend. You thought the role of human hostage would always be yours to keep, and so did the Decepticons, but you didn't know that you'd end up catching their optics and soon their sparks, too.
But that's a story for another time..