Peter let out a groan as his eyes fluttered open. He flinched at the bright light being shined in his face before steadily bringing himself off of his back. He looked around him to find the white painted walls of an infirmary and several other beds around him. As he looked closer, he noticed distinct figures, being Santos and Johnston.

His eyes drifted to the door and saw a few nurses huddling around each other. Soon enough one approached him, as they saw he was finally awake. Rolling over a first aid kit and a tray of other medical tools, she stood at his bedside and gently put a hand on his shoulder.

"Will you allow me to change your bandages please?" She said in a soft voice as she avoided eye contact with him.

"O-Oh, of course." He said as he shifted to his left to allow her full access to his the gash on his leg. By now the wound was slowly healing itself, and considering that he wasn't completely doubled over in pain, they had already used numbing medicine on it before he awoke. "Are you one of the nurses here?"

"Yes, my name is Ms. Flora Laurence. Nice to meet you..?" She said trailing off.

"... U-um, Jones, Peter Jones. Where am I by the way?" He said stumbling over his words slightly as she finished rewrapping his bandages.

"Nice to meet you Peter Jones. You're in a military facility called Sector-7. Welcome to your new home."

"Sector-7? Never heard of it- wait, new home? What do you mean by new home?" He asked as he slowly began to panic.

"I'm only joking, now hurry along, Commander Wells wants to see you and the rest of his squad as soon as you wake up."

He simply nodded at her words and took the crutches she handed to him, before limping through the door that the other nurses had opened for him. All of them had been stifling giggles through the exchange and Peter's cheeks slowly started to heat up at the embarrassment. He had never been the best at wooing women, it was always as soon as he started to open his mouth that his naturally dorky personality took over.

As soon as he was out the door and peered down the hallway, Wells was leaning against the wall waiting for him. He gestured for is subordinate to follow him, and they both eventually met up with Ross and Hunt.

"Alright boys, there's a bit of a problem here lately. The higher ups want to talk to all of us about what we saw on the battlefield in Russia and I've got the rundown. So let me give you a pep talk. Whatever you do, don't freak out, don't make smart comments like Santos, and do not- I repeat do not try to become friends with this thing. The sooner we swear on our lives to not tell a soul and finish this damn war, the sooner we get to go home to our families." He said with crossed arms and a stern expression. "Is that clear?"

A string of "Sir, yes sir!" was heard from the three soldiers present as their commander let out a sigh and laid a hand on the youngest boy's shoulder, Peter. "Alright then men, let's see just how much bullshit we can take from these guys." Wells muttered.

As they entered the large grey doors, the several locks clicked and the metallic doors opened, nothing unusual to what would be expected from somewhere classified. Large computers and wires interconnecting with each other, creating tangles of information. Screens the size of school chalkboards and shelves racked with guns and other military weaponry. An open space wide enough to fit some military jeeps and a few planes while the other side garage was open, jets flying into the open.

An old man with greying hair approached them, the wrinkles under his eyes and the decorative pieces on his uniform made him look important. Beside him was another man, blonde with a familiar army buzzcut and a hard jawline. Both seemed to be hardened from the trials of war and what they've seen from the past.

"I see some of your men have woken up." The old man said, his voice commanding their attention.

"Yes, sir." Commander Wells replied, "These are my men, Ross, Hunt, and Jones. Santos and Johnston are still unconscious."

"I see, and this Jones, he's the same one as we discussed before?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, all of you come with me. Soldiers, I am Lieutenant Todd and this is Agent Burns."

The two decorated military men led the group to a different warehouse, one closer to the center of the base. Slowly, guards pulled the doors open and revealed a dark room with a row of military jeeps, a red and blue cargo truck, and a golden yellow Camaro in the middle. As they all entered the warehouse, the doors behind them closed with a thud and the dark room was soon lit with yellow lights hanging from the top of the high ceiling.

As soon as the door closed and the lights flashed on, Agent Burns walked over to the vehicles and made a gesture towards them.

"You two may transform, these men will be added to our ranks here at Sector-7."

The two vehicles transformed quickly as Peter watched the metal plates slide with grace across one another. Metal on metal scratches could be heard as their bodies moved and before him stood two metallic living organisms. One was red and blue with a regal air surrounding him, he was the larger of the two and had a wise look in his eyes. The second was much smaller and a golden yellow color, his blue optics shined with curiosity as he looked at the new group of men before him.

"I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots. A faction of autonomous robotic organisms that have come to your planet to protect it from the Decepticons, rebels from our planet that wish to take control of yours. Much alike the decepticon you had all seen on the battlefield in Russia."

All of this came crashing down on the four men who had just woken up, Ross stared in disbelief as he saw the robotic titans, Hunt looked as if he was ready to faint, and Wells looked like he was going to have a panic attack. But Jones? Peter Jones couldn't take his eyes off of the yellow transformed beetle in the shape of a robot twice his size. He looked up at both of them with a certain gleam in his eyes, something akin to admiration with a hint of confusion and fear.

He wondered what they could do to their planet if they really wanted. They could probably wipe his species off the face of the Earth while barely trying or turn them into slaves. The fact that they came to help prevent a hostile take over of those of their own kind was knightly. They would stop their own species from cyber forming their planet and using it as a natural resource. If that wasn't selfless then what was?