(If you are wondering how big you are in the story, you're 5"2' ft./1.6 meters tall. In comparison, Rattrap is 5"9' ft./1.8 meters tall)

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"Log Date: 7-1-8: Whoever is listening to this, my name is Y/n L/n, and I have been sent to the past to discover what happened before we existed. There is one thing that confuses me: Apparently, we had two moons back then. I wonder what happened to the second one. And scientist got one thing right, bugs were bigger than they are now. But, anyway, it's only been one week and so far, there's been no sign of the, uh... what did they call it again? ... OH! Right! There has been no sign of the specimen NBE-1. NBE-1 was what looked like a robot of unknown alien origin, along with some beetle-like features, which is my favorite animal despite my hate for bugs. For some reason, after a few months, they requested me to travel to the past and find out who and what it is, how it got here, and where it came from. I got this recorder a few days before the mission and brought some supplies I need. Some pairs of clothes, a tent, a few guns, a machine–that I made –to make any food imaginable, there's even a setting to get rid of the remains such as wrappers, tin foil, empty cups, etc. Sorry for ranting. Anyways... End of log."

I clicked the button to stop the recording, sighing as I slouched back into my foldable chair, staring up at the sky before closing my eyes and taking in the sounds of nature around me.

I then felt the ground shaking, making me stand up in a panic. "W-Who-oa!" I exclaimed, struggling to keep my balance. It then stopped. "Was that an earthquake? Wait, no, it can't be an earthquake; I'm not near any fault lines last time I checked." I said to myself until i heard a low humming sound.

I looked to the side to see a flat, transparent, yellow beam that seems to be scanning the area, I quickly ran into my tent to hide from it. Luckily, it didn't faze through the tent. It then disappeared. I poked my head out to see if it was safe to go out, and it was. "What the hell was that?" I asked no one in particular.

"Log Date: 7-2-8: After a few seconds of the last log, something weird happened." I said into the speaker as I headed back into my tent.

Time-skip brought to you by Y/n having an existential crisis

3rd pov

After the Maximals got their beast modes, so then they can survive the Energon fields, they were out of the ship moving some rocks off and some out of their ship. Rattrap came out, being lowered by the elevator as he stood on his hind legs and threw out a rock. "Man, all this fer a Golden Disk." He complained. "It was Cybertron's most carefully guarded relic, Rattrap. It gave the location of a major Energon source; that's why Megatron stole it." Optimus Primal explained.

"Yeah, like I care! Ya know, we were supposed t' be doin' some deep space exploration. *Scoff* Playin' Galactic Patrol wasn't nowhere in my job description. You know what I'm sayin'? ...You're sure you're cut out for this Commander gig?" Rattrap ranted, leaning against a pole on the elevator.

Optimus Primal sighed before explaining the significance of the Golden Disc, "Remember the Great War, Rattrap. If the Predacons get enough Energon, they'll start it again; we can't let that happen." He turned around, looked back off into the horizon as he continued. "Besides, you wanted exploration, and here we are on an unknown planet. What more do you want?" He quired.

"We'll, call me picky, but a workin' spacecraft might be nice." Rattrap said, in a smartass tone. Optimus sighed in disappointment, "Just no pleasing some people." He said to himself.

Cheetor came down in another elevator before hopping off of it as something moving caught his attention. "Hey, check it!" He said, realizing it was two cheetahs, similar to himself. "They're fast, all right. You chose a good form." Primal complemented. "Hey, you think that's speed? You ain't seen the Golden Rocket. Check this!" Cheetor stated before running after the two cheetahs.

"Cheetor! No!" Primal yelled, but Cheetor didn't hear, running over the bridge to the other side. "Cheetor! Return to base immediately! We don't have time for this! ...Cheetor? Please respond!" Optimus exclaimed through the comm-link frequency, but all that came through on the other side was static. "No good. Th' Energon fields mess up th' comm-links. Anythin' over a hundred meters, they ain't worth scrap." Rhinox informed.

"Well, that's just Prime." Primal said, turning his attention over to his second-in-command.

"So, uh... this yer first day on th' job or what?" Rattrap asked from beside him, making Optimus Primal look down at him with a resting bitch face. "Shut up, Rattrap."

"Oh, yes SIR!" He said as he stood on his hind legs, standing straight, not taking it seriously. "Oh, I feel just HEAPS better knowing our lives are in your capable hands. We're all gonna die." He sarcastically said before muttering to himself.

Meanwhile

Y/n's pov

I was playing a game on my phone, when I heard a voice. "What? I-Is it my breath?" It asked. 'What the...' I thought as I grabbed a pistol, my backpack, which was out of habit, and exited the tent. "Hello? Who's there?" I asked looking around, but all I saw was a cheetah, who just turned its head in my direction. "Uh..." I dragged out as it walked closer before stopping, standing 3ft. away. "Hi?" I greeted in an unsure tone. "Hi!" It greeted back. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, jumping back. "What? What is it?" It asked. "You shouldn't be able to talk! You're a cheetah; an animal! Animals can't talk!" I explained, still freaked out.

"Well, I'm not an animal. I'm a Maximal! The name's Cheetor." He said. "First of all, nice to meet you, I guess? I'm Y/n. And secondly, I have no clue what a Maximal is." I said. "What were you doing anyway?" I asked. "I was trying to make friends with what you just called me, a 'Cheetah', but they ran away." Cheetor explained. "Do you want to follow after them with me?" He asked. "I would, but... I'm not a fast runner." I said with a chuckle. "No worry, I got the solution." He said.

I then felt myself get thrown up in the air, before landing on something. Opening my eyes, I realized I'm on his back as he started running after the two Cheetahs from before, which left me shouting out a string of curses. He jumped over a rock as I noticed that the other two cheetahs were getting close to a tree. But then I see a giant ass wasp, bigger than the ones I've see a few days ago because they are up to the top of my leg; this one looks like as if it's as big as a fully grown human. "Oh, hell no!" I shouted as we just arrived at the tree as the two cheetahs ran off in fright from the giant bug: respectable response in my case.

"Hey! What? It's just a big bug." Cheetor said. "Bigger than it's supposed ta be, dammit! It's unnatural! Turn- Oh, god, it's looking at us!" I stated looking up to see that it is staring up at us with its big eyes, making me shudder in disgust. "And if we're talkin' unnatural life-forms, then we gotta be talking about just one thing: robots in disguise! Cheetor; MAXIMIZE!" He shouted.

I didn't get a chance to react as Cheetor jumped forward and my vision went dizzy as he did loops in the air, along with an unfamiliar sound in the back. I let out a groan before I shook my head to get rid of the dizzy feeling, only to realize that my arms were wrapped around a neck as I was draped on its back. There was a familiar pattern on some of the metal, making me realize that this thing was Cheetor.

"Time for this cat to pounce!" He said before he started shooting his gun at the wasp, somehow missing each time. As that was happening, I think I heard the wasp talking? That was confirmed when I heard it shout, "Waspinator; TERRORIZE!"

"Oh, my giddy aunt." I muttered quietly, looking at the wasp-robot in the sky as my eyes widened. It then started firing back at us; the bullets looking like they were stingers. Cheetor dodged in time, making them hit the ground, exploding. 'Yep, I now have a new fear' I thought to myself.

(Time-skip)

Cheetor ran into this small ravine for cover as Waspinator continued to shoot at us before we hid behind a rock. "Of all the times for a Quasar jam!" Cheetor muttered in annoyance, smacking the side of the jammed gun as I slid off of his back.

"Cheetor!" We heard a voice shout. We look up to see a Rhino, a big Rat, and a Silver-backed Gorilla with his hands cupped around his mouth. "Get to cover! We'll swat that pesky Predacon!" The Gorilla shouted to us.

"Oh, I would not count on that, Maximals. Nooo." Another voice said, from the other side, before he laughed. I looked over to see a deep-magenta Spider, a grey-ish blue Scorpion, a red Pterodactyl, and a lilac T-Rex. "For I believe that you are soon to have, how should I put it... difficulties of your own. Yesss." The T-Rex said.

"We don't have to do this, Megatron. There has been peace between the Maximals and Predacons for centuries. Why start this up again?" The Gorilla asked. Meanwhile, I was going through my back for a magazine that is filled with bullets for my gun.

"Peace perhaps on your side, Maximal scum. Yesss. But not on ours. Permit me to inform you that an enemy that appears to be peaceful may in fact be merely... biding its time." Megatron said as I finally found one and started loading up the gun. "We Predacons have never abandoned our rightful goal of galactic conquest. Noo. We have merely been waiting... for the right moment; to STRIKE!" He exclaimed as I aimed the gun at his face.

"You mean like this?" I loudly asked, shooting the first bullet. The bullet struck him where the jaw connected to the throat. "Cheetor!" The Gorilla shouted. "It wasn't me! It was her!" Cheetor shouted back, pointing to me, to which I waved at the talking Gorilla. "Hi."

"Ah. A treacherous, underhanded sneak attack. I like you, little flesh creature. Yesss. But it shall avail you naught. Noo. For now the power-gauntlet has been cast. Predacons; TERRORIZE!" Megatron shouted. "Do it! MAXIMIZE!" The Gorilla commanded.

Each one saying their name, along with their transformation command. The Spider; Tarantulus, the Rhino; Rhinox, the Scorpion; Scorponok, the Rat; Rattrap, the Pterodactyl; Terrorsaur, I already know the T-Rex's name, and the Silver-backed Gorilla; Optimus.

"Now... obliterate them!" Megatron commanded. The Predacons started firing at the Maximals. Scorponok fired a missel over to us, making Cheetor try to run away. "Cheetor, no!" I shouted, but the missel hit in front of him, sending him back to where I was and a rock landing on his leg. "I'm- I'm stuck!" He exclaimed. "I can see that!" I said as I ran over to the rock, and tried to pry it off, but it would barely move.

I hear some commotion above me, and I see Optimus flying down towards us. Then, one of his jet engines was shot, but luckily, he had a safe landing. "Stand back." He demanded, to which I comply to as he shoots the rock with one of his arm blasters and he helps Cheetor up. "I think we can all agree that it's time to skedaddle on out of here." I suggested.

"Do NOT let them escape!" Megatron shouted. After a while, Rhinox, and Rattrap, who lifted up by the transforming Rhino, and both started giving us a cover fire so we can get out.

The three of us ran up the ravine, and Cheetor picking me up and placing me on his shoulder when I started to fall behind. "Back to the base! Let's go, let's go!" Optimus shouted.

As we ran off, I saw that one of Scorponok's missiles misfire and hit my tent, making my eyes widen and my jaw dropped.

"My... tent..." I wheezed in shock; not knowing whether or not I should cry, be angry, both, or something.

(Time-skip)

Everyone was back in their beast-modes, Optimus and Rattrap were on Rhinox's back while I was on Cheetor's. "Hey, uh, sorry about your, uh..." Cheetor started. "My tent. ...But, it's fine; it wasn't your fault. At least I brought my backpack, that's filled with my essentials, with me." I said before an awkward silence enveloped around the both of us.

"So... you guys are robots that can transform into animals? Crazy." I said. "Well, not like we had a choice. But, I think it should be well known that my beast-mode is the best." He boasted, making me chuckle. "Sure." I laughed.

"How come there isn't another being like you here?" He asked. "We'll, you see, I'm actually from the future, millions of years later. A few months ago, some scientists found this robotic body that buried somewhere, made of unknown origin, dating it back to now. And they picked me, out of everyone, to do this. I'm not sure why, but hey, at least I'm not lonely anymore." I explained.

"We're starting to fall behind." I informed. "No worry, I got this." He said before running towards the rest of the group. "I think we gave 'em the fade, Optimus." Cheetor said. "Keep your sensors on full. According to the Golden Disc theft records, there were six Predacons. One of them was missing from the battle." Optimus informed. "Yeah, well, uh maybe he was destroyed in th' crash." Rattrap guessed. "Nah. That kinda luck we ain't been getting much of, lately." Rhinox said.

"Tell me about it." Cheetor said. "Look at that, I think he's right there." I said, pointing to the Velociraptor in front of us. "Welp, I'm getting Jurassic Park & World flashbacks now." I muttered as Optimus got off of Rhinox's back.

"Should we blast 'im?" Rhinox suggested. "Keep that option open. But hang on." Optimus said before he walked forward.

"Attention Maximals! My name is Dinobot. I have left the Predacons to join your group... as leader." He informed. "What? Did I hear the word 'leader'?" Cheetor questioned. "Is that even aloud?" I asked. "This guy's got bearings of chrome steel." Rhinox said. "I hereby challenge you, Optimus Primal, to a one-on-one battle. The winner shall lead the Maximals... and the loser shall be destroyed!" Dinobot initiated.