The world was in horror of encounters, the war of cybertronians shredded the human economy as species of robotic organisms leaked their blood on a human colonised planet; Earth. A war that began between brothers continues into a war of a divided nation fighting for dominance as the Autobot's human alliance abandoned them and left them to be isolated as Earth became a three-way war between transformers and humans. Cybertronians made quite a name for themselves, for their unique ways of enhanced AI technology and the ability to become a vehicle of their minds — but none of their similar minds thought of another robotic organism brimming in the galaxy the Cybertronians and Earthians called home. And these robotic organisms living on a far planet, twenty times bigger than the planet Cybertron, are called Mechanians, or shorter; the Mechans.

Mechans take the form of humans in a robot skin with a few tweaks to match whatever personality they are wired with. Mechans only have documented having 10,678 nations living inside its large planet, but that's the only ones they have come upon which came to a halt when a nation going by the House of Eithrem began dominating its neighbours. This domination led to hundreds of countries picking sides, and the three overwhelming powers in this war are Eithrem, Allon and QUdensk — all oppose a threat to each other and have carried the war into its thousandth year. There is one underdog nation in this war and they are what's left of Eithrem's long eighty civil war; that nation, once an ethnic group, now calls itself the Dominion of Conhuy; and they aren't the type to mess about.

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A road struck by violence, tall skyscrapers sliced at the end, buildings crumbling past each other, piles of dead unrecognised robot organisms collecting raindrops as the thunder of multi rapid explosions rooted from war echoed far from this little village that only had one building left intact. It was a small squared building, hanging behind a curving path with its walls painted green, there was only one door entrance, that extended beyond twenty feet, and two large gaping windows that had a clear view of a convenience store and one single alone robot; who fairly looked odd from the rest of the other robots that lay dead for the devil's decoration. All the stacked lifeless robots brushed up against a building had one similarity — their primary colour for their body remained one colour, but this lonely robot, seemingly getting cover from the bizarre rain that felt like zaps of lightning, appeared to be shaved in half of two opposite colours.

Their right half was lime green and their left half was purple, they had a circle-shaped head that had an almost flat boxing headgear bordering their dark grey face with no signs of light emitting from the eyes to introduce themselves. The robot had thin lips and diamond-shaped eyes with thin metallic eyelashes, to finish the head off, two pointy ears flapped beside the robot's head. Its body was slim but muscular, almost like the robot was wearing overprotective armour gear on every limb and body part it could fit the armour on, a dark grey colour was present in the underlining of the entire body; their knee caps looked like sharp daggers that horizontally jetted up five inches and could have been used as weapons. They clearly expressed their boredom with this job as they lazily scanned items to see which ones were out of date while standing on an unstable stepping stool as the job was recommended to robots twenty feet tall or higher — this robot wasn't twenty feet — they were seven feet tall.

"Should I just rob myself to get fired?" The robot muttered under his breath with a deep tone, shoving down a green glowing cube in thin paper material packaging not much bigger than the robot's hands onto the counter, far away from him as he moved on to fiddling with a golden plate with words written "Zoomchard" in black. Zoomchard took a glance at his right palm and tapped his finger on an outlined button right in the middle of his palm, as he pressed this button, a transparent hologram hovered over Zoomchard's hand. The hologram showed a home page with independent apps, Zoomchard scrubbed his finger across the invisible yet visible screen to scroll over to a news app; Zoomchard tapped on the box that said News and it opened up a tab where at the top it asserted "Conhuy's latest news!".

To pass his endless pit of boredom, Zoomchard would now and then read the news to understand the certain episodes of where the war is going and if there's any positive news of it all ending. This time, a single page squashed away by crowds of negativity, caught Zoomchard's eye. His eyes expressed curiosity as he went to open this newsletter to read its content.

"How nice….The Republic of Saquen, a loyal ally to Eithrem, signed a peace treaty with Allon's alliance and QUdensk's alliance to finally keep their ugly noses out of the war. What wonderful news to see…only if more countries followed this trend." Zoomchard scoffed in disbelief.

"One Truitz, please." A voice suddenly broke the silence, Zoomchard jumped in fear as his face became a morphed mess trying to identify where this voice was coming from. The fear only lasted a few seconds until Zoomchard relaxed his nerves to greet the customer who entered his shop, the customer stood eighteen feet tall, hunched over in grey, and hated his life. The male robot looked old and his body failed to cooperate as it morbidly revealed the infections of bugs eating away his wounds scarred across his hips that was bandaged up but wasn't enough to stop the green liquidity leak shown patched on the bottom of the hip.

"Yes, sir!" Zoomchard exclaimed, clumsily scanning the green cube he was previously handed, and somehow making a mistake by throwing the cube right at the customer's face. Fortunately, the old robot had fast enough reactive speed to catch the item he purchased and didn't fail to show his disgust in Zoomchard's appearance.

"Cursed shitbag…" The old robot scowled Zoomchard, hurrying out of the shop to be seen picking up an assault rifle before heading into the no go zone Zoomchard was told not to pass at all. Zoomchard recollected his thoughts and rubbed his thumb and fingers up his forehead to release the embarrassment he got himself into. He particularly wasn't offended by the insult as he was used to it for his illness that has a deficit in colour and it led to Zoomchard not having his nation's green eyes, it's a rare genetic illness and there is not a single cure yet. Zoomchard was only offended by himself, he hated his clumsily introverted personality and Zoomchard doesn't have a teacher to teach him to be a confident extrovert.

"It's time to go home…." Zoomchard said, turning off the remaining lights after cleaning up the area before locking the door close behind him. The keys rattled into his spacious backpack that was a hologram that could be turned off and on, after placing away the keys, Zoomchard headed up north, far from the no go zone and far from the lazy attempt of stacking dead bodies that were probably fighting for their lives. Zoomchard has been working for this convenience shop for eight years and it all began when the owner of the shop asked for a brave person that would voluntarily work in that dangerous area to keep the boss's company on its feet for a high income. Zoomchard was the youngest one to accept the offer at the age of 234 and had remained there, ever since, the job was keeping him under a roof without financial problems but Zoomchard now wants to do a different job that doesn't affect his brain physiologically, as Zoomchard sometimes unfairly had to nap near the shop because of increased crime rates.

Zoomchard lived in a low populated town called "Gefo'', it is a branch of the third main city, "XieLo'' in Conhuy and it was a long eighty-minute walk back and forth with all the interfering alleys that intertwined and left a confusing experience for tourists. Zoomchard lived in Gefo ever since he was a toddler so he was full of knowledge on his town and its confusing habit of messing up simple alleys that it was rumoured to keep out Bhunts that haunted the town for a century but the mayor of the town had no chance of cleansing these messy alleys that they abandoned the subject and left it like how it is now. Bhunts are supernatural legends that most of the residents do not believe anymore but Zoomchard swore he saw a Bhunt one steamy night — he was told to piss off by his parents, who are very sceptical robots.

The view ahead looked very tiresome as it was a long steep hill of a path with no relaxing in between where small run down metallic households held their ground and defeated logic as none of the households barricading the steep path had any clues of collapsing. Zoomchard, being a robot, lacked stamina and did not get tired of this exhausting hill that gets him closer and more secure near his house; it was a daily exercise for him. Zoomchard simultaneously lifted his hand next to his ear and did a tapping action on his ear, after the tap was seen done three times, a sudden upbeat melody began playing through Zoomchard's ears and Zoomchard reacted passively to the music like this wasn't a one time off as he began beating his fingers against his chest in the rhythm of the melody.

While on the lengthy walk, Zoomchard checked the newsletter to speed up time and avoid the consequences of having anxiety trying to overtake his system and destroy him when the music Zoomchard was listening to lowered in volume and sounded dampened as a rowdy obnoxious ringing noise took charged and ruined Zoomchard's moment. He reacted in irritation and wondered who was calling him when his field of vision shifted into a prominent blue colour and uploaded a blue box of someone named "Jasmette" calling you...His range of emotions changed from disturbance to joy as he read the following words.

"Answer call!" Zoomchard excelled in excitement.

"Zoomchard! Hey! How have you been?" A female high pitched voice shouted through an implanted audio box in Zoomchard's ears, vibrating the box that changed from "calling you" to "You are now on a call with Jasmette".

"I've been doing alright. How is your military training going?"

"It's going extraordinary, so extraordinarily that I was offered to have a three-month break for completing all the assessments I was given. Guess what? I was overjoyed to come back home and finally see my awesome friend again!" Jasmette chirped.

"What about your husband? You can't forget him now." Zoomchard reminded Jasmette.

"Of course, I didn't forget about my lovely husband. I'm planning on surprising him and I want your ideas on it because you're the one who helped me the most growing up."

"Awe! How sweet!" Zoomchard said in a baby mocking voice. "How is it going to be done?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you for advice."

"Eh?" Zoomchard recoiled in unrest, scratching his chin as he thought about how to surprise Jasmette's husband. "Why not just surprise him with a party when he gets home late from one of his jobs?" Zoomchard scrambled with uncertainty.

"..."

"..."

"Marvelous!" Jasmette jolted Zoomchard with her shouting. "I shall do that!"

Jasmette and Zoomchard continued speaking on, collecting old memories and planning on creating new ones together as they both laughed away, not bothered by their outrageous surroundings that have tormented the planet for a millennium without a single break. The discussion carried Zoomchard along with his dreamy mind as he expressed drooling on the remarkable possibilities he plans on achieving with his best friends, Jasmette and Jasmette's husband. Before Zoomchard could notice, he found himself in his bed, deeply tucked under his thick green blanket in a small cramped bedroom with metallic wardrobes and transformer figures collectables standing on shelves around the bland room that hovered in mid-air with a glowing blue light broadening underneath the shelves from a circled plate attached to the white walls. Zoomchard's bed was a single type bed, smaller enough for him as he was the shortest robot to ever live, according to his neighbourhood and the town, including his parents.

"What I'm getting at is, there's another entire planet called Cybertron and they are the same species as us but can transform into vehicles? Zoomchard, seriously? I understand the theory of humans living on Earth since the galaxy doesn't have us only, but another duplicated of us but have better features? I'm not believing that."

"Come on, Jasmette! You got to know some sort of secret after training for the military for a couple of years. It's believable! Have you not seen the human-made Transformers movies?" Zoomchard propelled from his bed, sitting upright as a smile stretched across his face trying to explain there's another species of his kind out there.

"Yes, movies, movies are so realistic!" Jasmette replied through the audio sarcastically. "But I did eavesdrop on a secret chit chat that wasn't alerted to my regiment though…" Jasmette reminded herself like a bulb inside her head turned on.

"What was it that it was so secretive?"

"It was a conversation between my boss and his loyal dick-suckers about the possibility of humans locating us."

"Humans are locating us? What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, it was something about an army of humans landed on our planet and were captured in QUdensk territory and all of them exclaimed that they got the wrong coordinates of a specific planet and didn't lend any more information," Jasmette explained with a strain on her voice.

"Cybertron! There's proof that Cybertron does exist. Humans were planning on invading Cybertron with all its new progressive equipment to slow down the immigration of Cybertronians. I've seen it in a documentary somewhere…" Zoomchard chatted on.

"Cybertron this, Cybertron that, I will fucking murder you if you don't shut up already!" Jasmette yelled through the call with anger pouring over the jar.

"Bleh, you're boring…" Zoomchard teased.

All night, all day, both spoke to each other while Zoomchard's health was struggling to keep him awake. The predatory sleepness waited, patiently, then pounced on the chance to dig its sharp fangs into the prey, poisoning Zoomchard with toxic air, weakening his limbs and forcing the eyelids to carry mountains that will eventually shut Zoomchard's eyes close. It was a long battle, Zoomchard dug his pointy long fingers into his limbs, jumping him awake for a few seconds but the poison was the strongest opponent Zoomchard faced; it was not letting go of its prey, sucking the energy out, tucking the fangs deeper under Zoomchard's skin to multiply the damage of the poison. Finally, one last bite took out Zoomchard and he collapsed into a coma with dreams. Zoomchard had a habit of ruining the sleeping patterns that he grew on insomnia like an instinct as Zoomchard could go a week without sleeping once in his obsessive nature of science, although he ranked the lowest in the education system in his school.

"Not again…"

"Dammit!" A voice brushed into the background as a loud smash shattered Zoomchard's ears, causing him to wake up from his dream, Zoomchard moaned after the pain he encountered in his ears as they rang deafeningly, quickly rubbing the insides of his ears to maybe relieve the awful agony. Adjusting himself to his whereabouts, Zoomchard felt the drag under his eyes and the lifelessness of his limbs that dare not to move, Zoomchard felt slumped and increasingly lazy as the thought of worrying over a home invader didn't cross his mind. Zoomchard got out of bed after finding a clue for energy and strolled over to his left side, picking up a marble picture frame of two identical robots hugging their arms around a younger version of Zoomchard. These two robots were the same body type as Zoomchard, slim and muscular, the right robot was green and had a bulky figure, way taller than the purple robot who looked very feminine and slim with a slim face and with a slim waist.

"Let's hope that didn't wake him up," Jasmette said sheepishly through the call that was left on throughout Zoomchard sleeping.

"It did wake me up. One day you'll be fined as a culprit or a stalker for entering my house daily without my knowledge," Zoomchard carelessly yawned through the call, placing down the picture frame after rubbing the faces of the two robots before heading out his bedroom, turning right to a descending staircase.

"Oh, shut it! I haven't been here for ten years. I've been busy training for five years and treading on the battlefields to heal my injured comrades for the other five. A cosy, empty house like yours is beneficial." Jasmette responded with a smug attitude while busily eating away something as her mouth seemed full.

"The truitz aren't free, you know?" Zoomchard suggested.

"I'm broke, I'll give you something in return if you let me off for today." Jasmette chuckled, chewing more truitz.

"No thanks, you disgusting hag." Zoomchard joked in response, stuttering afterwards as soon as he peeked down the narrowed stairs, spotting a shadow evading into colour to reveal a purple robot that stared back at Zoomchard in dread and nostalgia. A figure he remembers so vividly stood below him, grinning mischievously as their small purple arms collided with their hips that curve in and out, printing out a glorious view of a feminine robot with a salacious body in the sense of modelling; her legs were long and sleek with delicate thighs, her upper chest promptly bounced out into the air as they were shadowed by a triangular-shaped head with an appealing look to her light grey interior adjoined by a flat purple exterior. Her lips were juicy cherry thin with a small nose that was endorsed in light from her slimy green eyes that took on the appearance of a gawking snake, hungry for their victims.

"Zoomchard!" Jasmette celebrated, throwing her arms wide and long as she dashed up the staircase, trembling the walls as she lunged from the fourth stair block down and shot directly towards Zoomchard who had no chance to react and saw himself falling simultaneously on the floor with enormous weight pushing him down. Zoomchard jerked around, struggling to find an opening to escape this trap but eventually gave up when he saw his childhood friend staring down at him in a sitting position with her legs in a degenerated mess as Zoomchard felt droplets of moisture rain down on his chest. His friend was suddenly weeping loudly, crying like a baby as she wailed, decaying herself onto Zoomchard to hug him tightly as Zoomchard quietly laid there listening to the tears rumble past his ears, felt her broken voice rapture his eardrums as every problem fell on Jasmette on that one moment.

"I've seen so many dead bodies of my friends…!"

Jasmette had a problem with becoming a soldier fighting for Conhuy. She was a very sensitive female and never could hold it in when something dies in front of her or she hears about it. Even if it was a plant, she would cry for a day because she had too much kindness in her and it earned her the respect she never thrived on wanting. Jasmette doesn't like admitting it but she's a very popular individual in her city, Jasmette always finds a way to care for others that isn't herself. Some treated her like objects, that's bound to happen but Jasmette was also a very strong robot when she wanted to be, and when she was strong — it terrified anyone who held a grudge against her. It's one of the reasons why Zoomchard is very overprotective; Zoomchard being a disabled robot earned him the nickname "Cursed Bastard", or Cursed anything by his bully superiors. Everyone always found a problem with Zoomchard, even if it was simply an accident where Zoomchard sat in the wrong chair at the wrong time.

Zoomchard held it in for his whole time at an education system that lasted a century until graduation. His caring and loving parents weren't suspicious of Zoomchard because he did so well on acting to numb the pain he was going through. It was until his parents were bombed by a hostile plane belonging to Eithrem that the wall surrounding Zoomchard crashed and unleashed a monstrous beast worthy of the "Cursed" title; every robot he saw that traumatised him or resented him, Zoomchard would lash out, beating the "victim" into a pulp. Zoomchard proceeded to fail in the classes that he put so much effort in as he was mostly placed away from or sentenced away to a Youth Prison — one uneventful day, Zoomchard did the same thing, scaring the residents and becoming a beast when he was invited to a party by the main bully that was possibly trying to humiliate him, not to realise that the bully's life will end up in a hospital when Zoomchard smashed him repeatedly until the bully became handicapped. It was when a troublemaker Jasmette came along, being fine years older at the time, Zoomchard was forced to listen to Jasmette until he became aged 101.

The intervention of Jasmette slowed down Zoomchard from becoming a serial killer and truly became an image of love and peace in Zoomchard's eyes. Both were besties immediately, both loved each other's presence and always found a way to explore their friendship to a new higher level that isn't bordering the thought of romance. Jasmette was already in a relationship when Zoomchard met her so both never thought of taking it seriously, and as time went on, their bond grew bigger and bigger than it ended in Jasmette leaving to become a soldier after she cheated on her boyfriend, now husband, with Zoomchard on one occasion. Zoomchard hated what he did, he felt guilty for manipulating his best friend into making love, he hated betraying his other best friend for his dirty horrendous acts.

"Haha, the way Deon reacted after catching us in the act. The way he said "Man, it's awful seeing this but Henius you two needed a room together on one occasion. Fucking lovebirds" was hilarious!" Jasmette laughed hysterically, sitting on the edge of Zoomchard's lap near the drop of the stairs.

"I still feel awful doing that to you…" Zoomchard mumbled in disgust, clenching his fist as he avoided eye contact with Jasmette.

"Stop being guilty! He knew it would have happened one day," Jasmette excused, slapping Zoomchard on the shoulder in a kiddish manner.

"That doesn't excuse what I did-"

"Zoomchard, if you don't shut up I will force you to impregnate me,"

Not wanting to carry children, Zoomchard kept silent, furrowed his eyebrows at Jasmette to show he was frustrated and stomped down the stairs, slamming the door shut to leave Jasmette in his house all by herself, to do whatever she wanted in his house. But, Jasmette rushed out of the house and walked beside Zoomchard with a grin, intentionally pissing Zoomchard off that he stopped by an alley and glared Jasmette down. Minutes later, Zoomchard and Jasmette found their way walking through the traffic of robots of all kinds that carelessly walked down the roads as no vehicles were seen coming down this direction — it was the city Jasmette lived in, XieLo. It wasn't a long walk between the town and the city and Zoomchard always came here on weekends to shop a lot of items to fill his storage to survive another week.

"What's up with the crowd? I've never seen it this bad before…" Jasmette whispered in Zoomchard's ear, wiping something off her mouth as she looked around, finding a breakthrough to get away from this overpacked space.

"You tell me, it's the first time I saw this deserted city so full of life," Zoomchard said, clueless on the outbreak as well. It was then that both of them walked by a local supermarket blasting breaking news through a planted radio that it got both of Zoomchard's and Jasmette's attention.

"The capital city; Xie, has been recaptured by Conhuy forces. XieLo and Xiekel, this morning, are packed with residents celebrating their win on recapturing all the lost territory belonging to Conhuy. There are speculations the leader of Conhuy is making a peace treaty to get themselves out of this long, dreadful thousand-year war." Reported a female voice through a rectangular black radio with no labelling planted on a white plastic table at the hedge of a one-window shop where the door is slightly left open. All Zoomchard and Jasmette could do was smile at each other as they chased down the downtown streets of

XieLo, celebrating a victory as they near Jasmette's house. Streets were lit up, religions and tributes decorated the dull streets into a bright full hour as crowds of robots danced together, laughed together, and married each other. Tall skyscrapers highlighted certain areas that were expensive in happiness, everyone from babies to elderlies were loving the moment.

Deon didn't know Jasmette came home but when he arrived in a city full of joy, he also felt joy when he stepped inside his mansion on a high street facing down the eastern part of the city and was met with his wife's face and a group of overly excited friends. The party lasted all night. Deon, Jasmette and Zoomchard never left each other's sight while the street outside them was fully lit up welcoming Jasmette back, who collapsed into tears from the overjoyed. It was the beginning of a new journey for the three.

A new beginning!

Well…it's what Zoomchard wanted so dearly.

On a morning day, Zoomchard arrived home early and went to his bed straight away as he was not sober. Feeling nausea and that awful grungy feeling, Zoomchard had to rush to the toilet to release it all. After releasing it all, Zoomchard groaned his way down the stairs, rubbing his bloated belly as he sauntered into his small empty living room that had a window to the left and a gateway to the kitchen on the right. The television was spotted still on speaking about the news, which reminded Zoomchard to call Jasmette. Zoomchard slammed his heavy body onto the settee and pressed a button on his earlobe.

"Call Jasmette," Zoomchard slithered his tongue, waiting for Jasmette to pick up, after a while, she didn't. "How much did that cow drink?" Zoomchard slandered Jasmette.

"I have been given very sad news. Over the night, a city flourishing in emotions was bombed to the ground and the town is left of its ruins."

"What…?" Zoomchard squeezed out in absolute disbelief, feeling his nerves ramp up as he continued listening to the speech.

"And we've found out a healer that worked for the Conhuy army has gone missing. She was a very generous robot who cared about everyone, her name is Jasmette Gold."

"Jasmette…"

"Gold…"

SMASH!