Prologue

I woke up from a strange sensation in my body, slowly opened my eyes and looked around confusedly, I did not recognize the area I was in, it was some alleyway, it was dark, in the distance I could hear the noise of rushing cars, periodically something flew over my head. One of the strangest things, from the floor to the walls, everything was made of metal, small piles of metal junk were scattered here and there. "Where am I?" More and more questions began to pop into my head, then I looked at my hands, to my shock they had been replaced by robotic hands, instead of normal human hands. The large palm and fingers were made of metal, painted a dark color, just like the rest of the hand. After a few minutes of clutching my fingers and looking at them confusedly, I slowly stood up and leaned against the wall, staggering slightly due to a slight migraine.

I stood up to my full height and looked at my body: it was covered with several dark purple plates ending at my shoulders, the rest of my body-hips, pelvis, legs-were dark in color, and there was a foot instead of five human toes. Feeling a slight discomfort in my back, I looked over my shoulder and noticed the protruding wings with aerodynamic turbines, as well as a pair of wheels.

Then I groped my face with my hands and immediately noticed a kind of mask covering my mouth and nose, and lenses on my eyes, which apparently served as protection. By the end of the description some parts were sticking out of my forehead and the sides of my head, and to tell you the truth, I don't know what they were for. When I finished examining them, I sighed, unable to imagine how this could have happened: I am in the Transformers world and, apparently, on Cybertron in a time of peace, since I have yet to hear a major skirmish between the two factions, the Autobots and the Decepticons. They, driven by their goals and ambitions, will start a war that will lead to the destruction of their home planet. I'm a little shocked by this event, what was once science fiction is now a reality. To my regret - I can't remember my name, family or friends, although I clearly remember what I was doing, my hobbies, and where I lived.

Speaking of how I ended up here. I remember that I went back to my rented apartment after a hard day's work, I entered it without even taking off my uniform because of fatigue, and I flopped down on my soft bed and fell asleep, and nothing else.

There are so many questions in my head and not a single answer.....

*Haah* a tired sigh escaped me.

I'm an atheist, of course, but I never thought I could reincarnate in a fictional universe. Maybe it's a prank on God? or the Devil? though that doesn't matter now.

My coloring makes me look like a Decepticon, except without the identifying mark. After all, this is the faction where most of the members have these colors (black and purple).

The only good thing about this new body is that I'm a tri-mode, and they can transform into both ground and air transport, which is rare, by the way. Being a tri-mode switch means you have an advantage over the others, you can't pass an obstacle? Then you can just bypass it and vice versa, in non-flying weather you can just drive on the ground, isn't that convenient? I'm left to figure out what's what, and figure out what universe of Transformers I'm in.