A blinding light shot across the sky, visible to all who turned to look. It broke through the atmosphere with a deafening whoosh, landing onto the ground with a sizeable explosion, but far enough from any civilization to destroy anything valuable. Emerging from the crater was a large metallic hand. It pulled itself up from the crater, feet coming up to follow its arms, pushing against the mounds of dirt the explosion kicked up. Standing at the foot of the crater was a large silhouette. Light glistened off its metallic body. With whir of gears and pistons, the machine-man lifted up its legs, one after the other. His feet landed on the ground with a loud thud as he searched for life. Not long after, he found a road. He stuck his head into the road and found a sizeable enough vehicle. A beam of light shot forth from the robot's head, scanning the vehicle. The driver inside tried to yield, but was not fast enough. Before he could come to a stop, he vehicle hit the robot square in the head, sending the head flying, wires from the robot's neck crackling with electricity.

Cars stopped before the large vehicle, people stepping out to see what was going on, their question answered before long. The robot reached its hands out, crushing the large vehicle in search of its head. Its hand landed on a car. Desperate, the robot picked up the car and put it over the wires. Pistons protruded from the robotic neck, reaching into the car and apparently assimilating it. The robot laid a foot onto the road before its form shifted to match the large vehicle, but a little less broken. There began the robot's search for scrap metal.

Long after, the robot finally found what he was looking for- a broken ship. Surely, he could take pieces of it for his people. Using his thrusters, the robot shot himself at the ship, tearing a hole in it. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, bursting from the wall. As the dust settled, the robot looked to see two others before him, a blue and a red one; Gage and Blast Pipe. Judging by their insignias, they were autobots.

"Wassup homie!" Jersey Boy greeted, reaching his hand out to shake.