"Fire raging as concrete and metal pieces fly and hit the ground. Running trying to not get hit. I need to find my team and get them out of here. My eyes searched around to see my team by the tanks, shouting. Where they shouting at me? "Urr-. . ." I breathed out as I hit the sandy ground. My ears ringing as I spot a lodged piece of metal going through my left leg and pocking out. My eyes found what had hit me, a destroyed plane in flames nearby me. I watched a large object a bit away from the plane. It looked like a helicopter but not at the same time. For it was a robot but it looked too advanced to be a man-made robot, and definitely not Japanese. Catching movement near it's legs was a human, and not just any human it was Epp's. I would know because he was on my team. It all clicked now. . . My team wasn't shouting at me, they were shouting at Epp's. My team abandoned me or they think that I am dead." I say bitter at the last sentence as I opened my eyes, Starring deep into the red eyes of the robot, that looks like the leader of them. "I would know this because I had to survive for two and a bit years, by myself." I finish saying to it or should I say him. . . Lord Megatron, Leader of the decepticons.
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