Arcee - Your saviour

The year was 1984. It was November, and some holidays were soon coming up. You and your squad had been travelling around in an APC all day following two other squads in their APC's. Forming a convoy for some ground combat training in the middle of a forest that was some miles out from the nearest town from your base. The sun was going down now though, and as your lads and the convoy travel back to base, your APC specifically being furthest in the rear, suddenly stop as you recieve some new orders: divert to an abandoned plant some miles east of your location and investigate for any signs of 'suspicious activity'. Thinking that it could have just been dumb kids, terrorists or god forbid the russians, the convoy turns and starts heading towards the site. As you are about a few hundred metres from the location, the commander of the front most APC gets on the comms:

"Buckle in chucklefucks. We don't know exactly what is going on over here, so just wa-"

He was cut off as a deafening boom sounded out and the comms line went dead. Your squad's APC stopped dead in it's tracks and tried to reverse as you heard the driver scramble and panic, but not even a few seconds of backing up later and the APC is hit hard in the side, flipping it over like a toy and forcing the back doors to fly open, sending you flying out along with a few others since you were closest to the doors. You hit the ground hard, and grunting, you get up to see your own APC flipped upside down, the engine block completely ablaze. The front most APC was absolutely wrecked, now a melting pile of searing hot metal. And you barely avoided the last APC as it tried to dash past you but found the same fate as the first, blown to smithereens by a searing ball of light

Devastated enough as you were, panicking like a mother fucker, it wasn't over. As the next thing you knew, these massive grey robots step out from the trees around the path, lugging around guns far too big for any human as they started picking off the survivors. In fear and rage, you take your assault rifle and start shooting back, only for the mag to empty with no effect to the robots as you are suddenly picked up by a hand. You look back, seeing that you are in the grip of one of these robots, it's featureless, helmet-like head with a visor being the only thing that stared back. It then spoke. You had no idea what the fuck it was saying but it was clearly a language, and, judging by the tone, you were being mocked

In your panic and rage, you only sat silently for a few seconds before taking a grenade from your belt, pulling the pin and letting the thing drop down in between the armored plates of the things' chest. It looked down and seemed to panic as it dropped you. You hit the ground, looking up just in time to see the robot reach for it's chest before it's chest blew open, a gaping whole in the front and back as shards of metal and a viscous blue liquid was sent flying everywhere. You had clearly pissed them off though, as one of the robots ran up and smacked you in the side with the barrel of a minigun looking thing, sending you flying once more, slamming into the trunk of a tree

Exhausted and beaten, you collapse onto the dirt, your vision fading as the grey robot lined up it's shot. Only for what appeared to be a group of... More, now brightly colored robots to appear and start fighting those ones...? you could barely tell as you blacked out...

Hours later, you woke up in a bed. Bandages strapped to your body. You were greeted by an Australian soldier, of whom was sitting next to your bed. He congratulated you on surviving the attack and surviving the attack and seeming to recover quickly, considering what happened to you. But, he gave you a simple rundown of what was and now is happening. Essentially, those robots were an alien race known as 'Cybertronians', from the planet 'Cybertron'. That had been at war now for millions of years, but, with their own planet dead, both sides lead each other to Earth. To where now, the Autobots. The good guys that saved you. And the Decepticons. The bad guys that killed your teammates and nearly you. Were fighting on earth. And this top secret organisation was working with the Autobots to help bring an end to this war of theirs. And you, now with the knowledge of their existence, were now in the organisation whether you liked it or not. After that, he left, passing you a pack of cigarettes and giving you some time to recuperate and get up again

A few hours later once more, you were dressed and on your feet again, though with the occasional pain still here and there. You were leaning against the wall of a hangar, watching the sight as various Autobots stomped around, some big some small, doing their tasks. Sometimes being accompanied by humans as well. As you sat there, having a cigarette, you felt the ground shake a little and looked to your left, seeing a 22 foot tall, feminine looking Autobot walking closer. The dim light of the morning shining off her clean paint scheme, drawing attention to her curvy figure. You thought that she was going to walk past, but no. Once close, she dropped down to one knee next to you. She then spoke in a calm voice, her voice like velvet

"You're looking better than you did last night, soldier. It's good to see that you're taking this well."

A faint smile came to her lips

"I was the one that found that you were still alive, and I drove to get you here as fast as I could. My name is Arcee. And who might you be, soldier?"

She asked, extending her large, robotic hand for a handshake