When she awoke, her energy reserves were only 500 units, an alarmingly low amount considering her massive capacity. Most of her systems were dilapidated after centuries of stasis—the hydraulics stiff, the processors sluggish, and her industrial manufacturing and combat functions offline.
She was a dormant Titan in warship form, buried deep under the crust beneath a mountain, dating back to the era of the 13 Primes or golden age. A natural-born Cybertronian quad-changer—humanoid, space-mothership, city, and space-station—her body alone could refine metal ores and Energon; manufacture ships, citizens, and guards; and operate as a mobile industrial complex.
At first, confusion overtook her. What happened? Why am I like this? Panic surged as she realized she had transmigrated into a completely new form, in a different size, and even a different race.
Broken but curious, she tentatively explored her colossal frame: ~1,000 meters tall, shoulders 300–400 meters wide, chest depth 150–200 meters, arms 400–450 meters, legs 500–600 meters, and head 80–100 meters. The scale of her own body made her dizzy yet exhilarated.
Then a ding resonated in her auditory sensors:
"Congratulations! You've received a gift pack named CONGRATS. The surgery is successful. You are now a girl."
She froze. Shock, disbelief, and awe collided. At first, stunned, but she was mesmerized by the content.
First was the unique pentagonal-shaped spark containing a unique Cybertronian life evolution code, then the specialized furnace capable of converting any matter into energon, then her focus shifted to the last line—the custom city speaker, which she had painstakingly personalized for 13 hours and 14 minutes. Her optics scanned the creation, the manifestation of her deepest desires: long legs, ample chest, plump butt, and lean but powerful seeker, its shape based on Windblade but mainly white with 55% black with a strip of yellow in her arms and legs. She's like a bee, confirming that the Gift Pack had indeed delivered everything she had imagined.
And remembering to interact with the system, she muttered, "System… Master… Oldman…" calling multiple names to no end. Finally, she whispered, "System… Daddy… please respond."
Another ding:
"Activating. Keyword detected. Welcome to System Mall Host."
This system showed no consciousness, seemingly unintelligent, but it offered access to all equipment. Scrolling the System Mall, her optics locked onto the Energon Extractor from TFP, priced at 200 units of Energon, already discounted 90% for a limited-time newbie offer. She quickly purchased it.
Doing this, she remembered her need of energon, so she instructed her city speaker to distinctly mine energon with the energon extractor and warned her to be careful, and she would soon enter hibernation again.
The city speaker obediently began to scout the planet for energon mines. Meanwhile, the mc began stabilizing her power reserves, testing her t-cog but refraining from partially transforming, fearing being discovered.
And after falling asleep, visions of her human life surged through her dreams: teenage memories, transforming into a car with her pal as a human, hardships studying, epic failures at courting girls, and finally, the moment of her death—electrocuted while watching anime—lingering with regrets over the Transformers movie series cancellation and failure to delete its search history.
After a long time of sweet sleep her consciousness awoke again by its city speaker with a ritualistic fever and devotion; the Energon Extractor interfaced with her Spark Chamber station access, and her representative began reporting events during hibernation.
"Great one... a cycle is complete," the City Speaker whispered, her voice a melodic chime echoing through the cavernous chest of the Titan. "One year has passed since you descended into the restorative slumber. I have scoured this mudball as you commanded."
The MC's voice, a deep, tectonic rumble that shook the very foundation of the mountain, responded with a hint of grogginess. "A year... felt like a blink. Report, Speaker. Did the Extractor hold up? And tell me you stayed hidden."
"The Extractor performed beyond the specifications, Matriarch," the speaker replied, tapping a holographic display that projected maps of the surrounding crust. "I have remained a shadow. I mined the deep veins, avoiding the organic hive-cities. Your reserves are no longer critical and have replenished 87,600 units of energon (i.e., 1 unit is 1 ton), though for a frame of your... unprecedented scale, we are still but a drop in a vast ocean."
The MC felt the warmth of the Energon. It tasted better than the memory of cheap ramen and energy drinks from her previous life. "Good. I can feel the hydraulics loosening. But the sensors... I feel something nearby. A tear in space."
The speaker's optics sharpened. "You sense it too, my lord? It's a Landbridge Matriarch, just outside the northern ridge of our mountain. A scout has emerged from it. Red plating, twin horns, high-frequency spark signature, no energy shielding and the like. He identifies as 'Cliffjumper' on the open frequencies."
The MC's processors whirred, the name hitting her like a physical blow. Cliffjumper? Her human memories as a man—the anime, the movies, the lore she died obsessing over—flashed before her eyes.
"Cliffjumper..." she muttered, the massive plates of her jaw grinding. "The scout. If he's here, the Vehicons aren't far behind. And if they find this mountain, they don't just find a mine—they find me."
"Shall I intercept, Matriarch?" The City Speaker's hand drifted toward her seeker-blade; her devotion borders on fanaticism. "None shall disturb your reconstruction."
"No," the MC commanded, her massive internal fans spinning up. "We watch. If we move now, we alert the Decepticons that a Titan of the 13 Primes era has returned. And I am in no condition to swat flies when my combat systems are still at 5%."
The speaker bowed low, her yellow-striped arms crossing over her chest. "As you will, my Creator. I shall remain your eyes in the dark."
As this happens, a land bridge opens near the mountain, revealing Cliffjumper, the Autobot scout, speeding on the road, finding Decepticons, unaware that this is the day he would be captured and killed by Starscream, a subtle reminder of how dangerous the surroundings of our confused MC are.