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Crash. That's the first thing heard. Crash.
Then BAM, WHAM, POW, PAM, BOOM and finally SHRRRRR.
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The pod stopped after hitting a giant hard mass. It's systems running again, starting the protocols to proceed and wake up the bot inside from the stasis nap.
Slowly blinking it's optics open, then looking at each side of the small pod, the bot gasped and sat up, hitting its head with the lid of the pod. Realizing that there was no space left, the pod opened the lid, and the bot jumped out
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Just to realize they were standing on 4 long... strangely shaped servos.
The place the bot was IS strange already and now their servos had a weird animalistic shape. That last thought made the bot think; giving the place around them a look, it reminisced an environment specifically for wild creatures... now why they knew that was another odd.
Then the shape of their servos; strong, flat but still elegant at some point. But still there was something off. The mass they had crashed onto was beside a small water body reciding in a hole. The sound of splashing was also present.
The bot walked closer to the water mass, until the entire place was visible. Beautiful was just an understatement to describe the bots admiration for the looks.
The whole environment was green, never in their life they thought of a place like this to be in. The colors where something that wasn't common in Cybertron.

Wait.

Was Cybertron the place where they came from?

And why were they referring to themselves as 'they'? Didn't they knew what they were?

Before questioning themselves further, they looked down into the water, staring at the reflection of a creature they've never seen before, and still didn't get startled by it.
After moving their head a few times and convincing themselves that that was their reflection, they backed up to check out the pod again, it was damaged, to say the least.
It still worked inside, but the outside was another story. Looking at the outer design two big patches became a focus point for them.
More like, two logos, both already torned and worned out. But for them, inside their prossesor, those meant something. Something that still was blurry to them.

Their memory bank seemed really damaged to them, so for the time being they decided to stay in the pod for their own self-defense. They still didn't had an idea about why were they there, who they were or why they had no memory aside from the previous moments after the pod opened.

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What where they?

Who where they?

What's this place?

And finally they fell back into another stasis nap.