A metalloid body, of unknown origin, was found by archaeologist and was taken in for studying. Sometime later, you were requested, by your superiors in the science field, to travel to the past to find out who and what it is, where it came from, and...
(If you are wondering how big you are in the story, you're up to Rattrap's waist)
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"Log Date: 7-1-8: Whoever is listening to this, my name is Y/n L/n, and I have been sent to the past to discover what happened before we existed. There is one thing that confuses me: Apparently, we had two moons back then. I wonder what happened to the second one. And scientist got one thing right, bugs were bigger than they are now. But, anyway, it's only been one week and so far, there's been no sign of the, uh... what did they call it again? ... OH! Right! There has been no sign of the specimen NBE-1. NBE-1 was what looked like a robot of unknown alien origin, along with some beetle-like features, which is my favorite animal despite my hate for bugs. For some reason, after a few months, they requested me to travel to the past and find out who and what it is, how it got here, and where it came from. I got this recorder a few days before the mission and brought some supplies I need. Some pairs of clothes, a tent, a few guns, a machine–that I made –to make any food imaginable, there's even a setting to get rid of the remains such as wrappers, tin foil, empty cups, etc. Sorry for ranting. Anyways... End of log."
I clicked the button to stop the recording, sighing as I slouched back into my foldable chair, staring up at the sky before closing my eyes and taking in the sounds of nature around me.
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I then felt the ground shaking, making me stand up in a panic. "W-Who-oa!" I exclaimed, struggling to keep my balance. It then stopped. "Was that an earthquake? Wait, no, it can't be an earthquake; I'm not near any fault lines last time I checked." I said to myself until i heard a low humming sound.
I looked to the side to see a flat, transparent, yellow beam that seems to be scanning the area, I quickly ran into my tent to hide from it. Luckily, it didn't faze through the tent. It then disappeared. I poked my head out to see if it was safe to go out, and it was. "What the hell was that?" I asked no one in particular.
"Log Date: 7-2-8: After a few seconds of the last log, something weird happened." I said into the speaker as I headed back into my tent.
Time-skip brought to you by Y/n having an existential crisis
3rd pov
After the Maximals got their beast modes, so then they can survive the Energon fields, they were out of the ship moving some rocks off and some out of their ship. Rattrap came out, being lowered by the elevator as he stood on his hind legs and threw out a rock. "Man, all this fer a Golden Disk." He complained. "It was Cybertron's most carefully guarded relic, Rattrap. It gave the location of a major Energon source; that's why Megatron stole it." Optimus Primal explained.
"Yeah, like I care! Ya know, we were supposed t' be doin' some deep space exploration. *Scoff* Playin' Galactic Patrol wasn't nowhere in my job description. You know what I'm sayin'? ...You're sure you're cut out for this Commander gig?" Rattrap ranted, leaning against a pole on the elevator.
