My name is Jordan Pierce. My father worked for N.E.S.T and he died in Chicago. The last thing he ever said to me was “Jordan no matter what happens, no matter what trust the Autobots and Optimus Prime because they will never let you down.” Where are they now? Hunted by the ones they called friends and allies. I am disgusted by my race. Am I the only one who remembers or the only one who cares? I can tell something is coming. I kept in contact with Major Lennox and some of the other NEST soldiers. But then they disappeared, everyone who worked with the Autobots did. I searched and finally found Sam Witwicky, but by the time I got their the government had erased everything that showed he and his family even existed. I met some of the other kids of ex NEST soldiers.

 My Father worked for NEST since it’s creation in 2008 with his partners Ratchet, Ironhide and later Wheeljack and had always taught me the Autobots are the good guys but the kids I knew who saw them as heroes know would call in a Transformer whether it was Autobot or Deceptacon. I had the privilege of meeting Ironhide once and I considered him a friend. I am disgusted with the people I called my friends, my family disowned me when I got into a fight with my cousin when she called the Autobots betrayers. Now I’m driving through Texas trying to find someone who gives a shit about the lows humanity has fallen to.

And if I find an Autobot along the way? I will help them, screw the Government's billboards and crap. I have faith in the Autobots, if no one else does.