It's been many years of flying in space and the Makers finally decided to use lightspeed for the remainder of the trip. They were very excited as they got closer to Earth.

"Alright, Fire Storm, activate the lightspeed!" Galactus said in excitement.

"Activating lightspeed," said Fire Storm, the red and white colour schemed female Transformer that the Makers made.

Remember the idea the Makers had? Well, this was the idea: why not try and make Energon that renews itself by using energy from the Zero Point Energy Field? It was very successful and they decided to make another Transformer for old times sake and they decided to make a female to challenge themselves. She turned out smoother than Solus, but she was just a bit shorter and she didn't have something like hair. As it was mentioned, her colour scheme was red and white, with the main colour being white, and how she looked was pretty much like Solus but smoother and more refined, her optic colour was aqua coloured. She's more like a soldier that followed orders and she doesn't do fun. The Makers are always trying to tell her to loosen up a bit, but she is more than happy to be their personal bodyguard as she is utterly and completely loyal to them. She has also been trained in self defense and is an expert in combat.

As soon as the lightspeed was activated, it wasn't even a few seconds before they arrived a few hundred miles away from Earth.

"Well, this is interesting," Galactica said, looking at some scans.

"It looks like this planet has tried  enhancing itself technologically," Galactron stated, also looking at the scans.

"Aww, how cute!" Galactia said as she got all the information of the planet from a few of the many artificial satellites orbiting the planet.

"This planet is completely incompetent," Fire Storm commented.

Galactica gasped, "You can't just say that! They're trying their best here!"

"Yeah, though not with everything they have," Galactus mumbled under his breath, floating over to the console.

Soon enough, there were a bunch of screens displaying the basic information they needed to know about Earth.

"Hmmm, it seems like this planet's security doesn't want its inhabitants to be exposed to any extraterrestrial beings," Galactia hummed, examining the statistics.

"Forget that, look at how they look exactly like us!" Galactus exclaimed, throwing his arms out towards the screen he was looking at.

"That is so convenient!" Galactica responded excitedly. "We should definitely go there!"

"I agree! But not without the necessary tools we can use to blend in," Galactron said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait, you are all going down to that primitive planet?" Fire Storm asked rather stunned.

"It's not primitive, it's adapting," Galactica corrected.

"More like taking two steps forward and maneuvering their way three steps back without trying to make it look like they're going back," Galactus criticized under his breath.

"Fire Storm," Galactron started, interlacing his fingers together but left out his index fingers which he put over his mouth when he wasn't speaking. "It may seem primitive to you, and to some of us, but look at it this way…"

"We've been in this ship for many, many, many, many years," Galactica said. "So many years we've actually lost count."

"So going down there would mean that we'd get a chance to get out of here," Galactia stated plainly. "And it would be an experience for us."

"Besides, I'm sure we would like to see Optimus again," Galactus added, which everyone agreed with.

Fire Storm pondered this for a bit and finally replied, "Fine, but I will be on standby if anything happens or if you need me."

"Of course, Storm, you know the drill."

After a few more scans were done, the Makers decided to go to Earth. Before they left, however, they quickly adjusted some of the technology on their suit to make it blend in with Earth culture. They managed to hide their technology in the form of wristwatches. They also did some research on the most popular average apparel humans of their age judged by height (they were very surprised to find out how fast the human race ages) and the outfits phased over their normal outfits via nano technology. When they at last decided to teleport themselves to Earth, they teleported themselves near an area where they were picking up some faint Energon readings: Jasper Highschool.

The Makers teleported beside the school and casually walked up to the entrance.

"Jasper Highschool?" Galactus read out loud, sounding rather unsure if that was what he was reading. "Is that what it says?"

"It's so simple it's almost like we're reading it wrong," Galactron stated, also unsure if that's what the words on top of the school read.

"I don't know, according to the information that is what that says," Galactica said looking at some information that was in front of her that only she could see. It was one of the adjustments they made, only they could access information and see it in front of them but other people looking at them wouldn't be able to see what they are looking at.

"Forget about how simple that is to read, look at what the inhabitants of this planet wear!" Galactia complained, referring to what she was wearing. She was wearing a short red and black skirt with a black sleeveless crop top which revealed some cleavage and red pumps. Her hair was in a ponytail. "I am practically naked here!"

"At least you don't look like a lazy information plagiarizer," Galactus whined. He was wearing black jeans with chains hanging from the pockets with a white tank top that was not completely tucked in to his pants wearing a black leather jacket over and his shoes were black and white classic running shoes. His hair was hanging in his face and he always tried to brush it away.

"Oh please, at least an info plagiarizer makes more sense than this," Galactron said rather simply, referring to himself. "I don't even know what I'm wearing!" Galactron was wearing a dark blue and black checkered button up shirt over a black tight t-shirt that was tucked into dark denim jeans and his shoes were denim blue All-Stars. His hairstyle was a simple comb over.

"To be honest, Galactia, I think you look very appealing," Galactica complimented. She wore a white button up crop top with sleeves that hung beside the shoulders and the crop top was tied at the bottom where the buttons weren't tied, she wore high waist denim jeans with black pumps and to complete the look her hair was loose and wavy.

Just after Galactica complimented her, some boys rushed past and one of them directed a whistle at Galactia. Galactia furrowed her brows and replied sarcastically, "Oh yes, activating a male's inner primitive mating senses is very appealing." She quickly made a black leather jacket phase over her crop top and black tights phased down her legs from under her skirt.

"Oh, Galactia, you're always so paranoid about yourself," Galactron said, shaking his head. "We're always telling you that you look gorgeous."

"Guys, if she doesn't feel comfortable showing off, then she doesn't have to show off," Galactus reasoned, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Thank you, Galactus!" Galactia expressed, tugging at her jacket.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just find the head of this establishment," Galactron said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"Wait!" Galactica exclaimed, "Have you guys seen how easy this planet's languages are to speak?"

"Yes, it literally feels like I have to dumb myself down to speak them," Galactus mused, brushing his hair away again and getting fed up. "How do these people live with this?!"

"I suggest we split up," Galactia stated. "Do we all have an agreement?"

"Agreed," they all said and headed inside the building to find out who they had to talk to in order to know what to do there.

The halls of the school were at the moment empty and very simple, according to the Makers. They all split up and tried looking for clues that would perhaps aid them in finding out exactly what to do there. Galactus walked along the hall and realized that there was life behind the robust metallic rectangles and figured out that the metallic rectangles were actually doors that had to be opened manually. It took him a second to figure out how the handle works and then he carefully opened the door. He did it so carefully that no one noticed that it was opened and he just stared at the most nonsensical thing he has ever seen.

A fat teacher with grey hair wearing glasses, a navy blue shirt and denim jeans was teaching chemistry to a class of around twenty or more students, all of whom clearly seemed to not be paying attention. The students were all doing their own things and the teacher was somehow at the same time trying to get them to pay attention and teach the class. Now this wasn't what bothered Galactus. No, what bothered him was that the teacher was teaching about the orbitals of the atoms but she was completely leaving out the d and f orbitals.

"Any questions?" The teacher asked when she finished drawing the energy level diagram of one of the elements.

"Yes," Galactus said loudly. Everyone looked to his direction and were rather surprised. He leaned on the door frame and brushed his hair out of his face once again, surprisingly making some of the girls in the class swoon.

The teacher frowned, fixed her glasses and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, me? Uh, well my name is one of the top ten most common given names of this country," he just said this so that he could make a search for a common name to blend in and as soon as he said this a screen which only he could see appeared in front of him with the most common names and decided to pick the first one he saw. "And my name would be… John?"

"Are you in this class, John?" The teacher asked, ignoring that he ended his statement as a question.

"Oh, no! I was just looking for the head of this establishment when I became curious and checked inside this madhouse and now I'm wondering what happened to the d and f orbitals."

The teacher gave a confused look, glanced at the board and then turned back to Galactus, saying, "Oh, we don't work with the d and f orbitals now. We only work with them on university level."

"But why? You can't just leave out such important and valuable information," he brushed his hair out of his face again, getting annoyed with it again, and some of the girls swooned again which earned them a look of confusion from Galactus.

"They are very complicated and thus you will learn to work with them later, should you want to go further in this field of science. For now, you learn the basics."

Galactus scoffed in unbelief, "Complicated? Still learning? Basics? How simple is this planet?!"

Obviously no one understood what he meant by that. The teacher got irritated, though, "What are you doing here?"

"I said I was looking for the head of this establishment."

"The principal?" she replied in annoyance.

"If that's what you call the head of this establishment, then yes."

The teacher sighed in exasperation and told the class to do the work she assigned to them as she left with Galactus to where he assumed would be the principal. Luckily, the rest of the Makers were coming down the same hall. The teacher was exasperated to find that there were more "wise guys" and begrudgingly lead them to the principal's office and left them there after telling them to wait. The Makers were talking about how simple and adorable the planet was based on what they discovered when they split up. They were busy talking about the simplicity of the design of the building when they were told to go into the office. They met with the principal, a rather scrawny man with light brown thinning hair wearing glasses and a suit, and they engaged in a very compromised conversation.

"I hear you four were looking for me?" The principal asked. "I'm Principal Harris, and who might you all be?"

"Oh, I'm John," Galactus stated, earning him looks of panic from his siblings. "It's a pleasure making your acquaintance."

"Uh, I am…" Galactia started, "a name that is very common around here which is… Amanda?"

"My name is also very common and it is… Jane," Galactica said sounding rather robotic.

"Oh! Uh… John?" Galactron said.

"Yes, brother, that would be me."

"Oh yes, I was just making sure you were still here. I am… definitely not Muhammad… uh, Simon?"

Principal Harris blinked at the responses. He wanted to ask about their strange behaviour of not knowing their names, but decided not to. He continued, "And your last name?"

The Makers looked at each other then looked back and answered in unison, "Primus."

"Rather unusual, are you from around here?"

"No," Galactron said putting his finger up and pointing it as he said it.

"We just got here," Galactica added simply.

"And by that we mean we just moved here," Galactia corrected.

"From our old home that blew up," Galactus said. The rest of them jerked their heads to look at him in shock and he shrugged nervously.

Principal Harris blinked in surprise. "Wow, that is very, very unfortunate. I'm sorry. Where was it located?"

"Oh, it wasn't located on any of the main landmasses," Galactia stated rather nervously.

"You see, it was an entire uncharted, er, island that was lost," Galactica added, trying to elaborate.

"No one knew about it because we, as the island, was a… closed economy that didn't want people to know about us," Galactron said, trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Because we were way more advanced than the rest of the world," Galactus added, making the rest of his siblings jerk their heads to look at him in anger and he just shrugged in confusion.

Principal Harris didn't know if he should believe them, but went on anyway, "So am I to assume that you were the only ones to survive?"

"Oh, we weren't there when it happened," Galactron said in a rush.

"We were able to escape before the island could combust from… volcanic activity," Galactia stated saying the last part slower sounding rather unsure.

"In a spaceship," Galactus said plainly. The Makers jerked their heads to him in unbelievable shock and Galactus widened his eyes in realization that he made a mistake.

"A spaceship?" The principal was unconvinced.

Galactica intervened quickly, "He calls aeroplanes spaceships. He does that all the time." Galactus nodded quickly in agreement.

"Right," the principal said slowly and got some paperwork out, "I'm assuming you would like to transfer to this school?"

"Yes?" The Makers said in unison, sounding more like a question because they weren't sure what normal humans did at this establishment. They only went there because they picked up the faint irregular Energon signals.

"Alright, just have your parents fill in these forms and bring them back tomorrow then you'll be in the school."

The Makers nodded and left with the paperwork. They were outside of the building and they started complaining because now they were going to be back at school for the first time in… they can't even remember! What have they gotten themselves into this time?

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