The sun, the moon and the flamed truck.

"What is this thing doing here?" a guard asked his collegue. "Something like this should belong is a museum, or something."

"I know, right?"

It was a nice day at the NEST base in Washington DC, but suddenly a golden chariot appeared at the entrance.

"Should I radio... her?" the first one asked.

"No way, man. She scares me!"

"Yeah, me too."

"Let me radio Prime." the second guard said after a long pause.

"Yes, good idea. The thought of... her, scares me honestly more than a giant robot." The first ine responded.

"Hey, give me that!" An angry woman commanded.

"Only if you promise to not use it on me... again!" a silver roadster responded while driving through the vehicle hangar, avoiding crates and soldiers, getting away from the woman.

"Sideswipe, what seems to be the problem?" a giant green robot asked the silver roadster.

"That Mearing lady decided it was a good idea to hit him with a brown leather bag." a soldier answered.

"Dutch cow?" a mechanic, who was working on fixing a Humvee, asked.

"Dutch cow." the soldier confirmed with a nod.

"When does he learn that he cannot simply use her helicopter for target practice?" the green robot shook his head. "This is the third one this week."

"Easy there, Ratchet. It is just his way to tell her that he does not like her." an even larger robot said.

"Prime? Do you read?" a voice could be heard from the larger robot his commlink.

"Loud and clear, soldier!" he responded.

"Someting just appeared in front of us. We think you would want to see it."

"On my way." Prime acknowledged while moving to the front of the building.

When prime arrived at the entrance in his truck form, he could not believe his optic sensors: a pure gold chariot, straight out of the Roman empire.

Before someone could say a thing, Prime gave a command.

"Open the crate in the chariot."

The two guards opened the crate inside the chariot with their knives, only to reveil a letter and two organic creatures on a blanket, sleeping.

"What does the letter say?" one guard asked his partner, who took it from the crate.

He read out loud:

For the one who finds this, must raise these two goddesses: Celestia and luna.

Teach them to raise the sun and the moon, to become real royalty and to be responsible for their subjects, to care for them and to fight for their land.

If they have reached the appropriate age to rule, pull this chariot to the castle.

Princess Mary Sue

When the guard stopped reading, a song could be heard, becoming louder with the second.

"Bumblebee, slow down, you have won!" a thick Italian accent said, coming from a red Ferrari chasing a yellow Camaro.

They just drove through the entrance, into the hangar.

"Well, that was random." the guard said.

"Eeeeyup" a low Southern accent said from seemingly nowhere.

The guards had a WTF look on their face, while one could almost see the truck frowning.

Prime turned around and ordered: "Connect the chariot to my bumper, these are my daughters now."

The two soldiers connected the chariot to the truck and Prime took off to the hangar.

"Dafuq just happened?" one guard asked.

"Seems to me like we have a new father in our midst, and it aint you, dumbass."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Optimus, what are those?!" Ratchet asked.

"These are my daughters, old friend. since there is really no use for my skills on this world, I figured: why not do something productive?"

One of the two goddesses opened her eyes, looked at her little sister and then at Optimus Prime. Being scared of the large robot, she immedeatly started to cry.

The sound of a crying toddler could be heard throughout the entire base, and attacted the attention of 'that Mearing lady', if not the other people in the base.

An entire crowd was surrounding the little goddesses, covering their own ears.

"What are those?"

"Could someone please silence this thing?"

And other things could be heard among the crowd.

"Prime, if you are going to be a father, YOU MUST RECOGNISE WHEN A CHILD IS BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!" Ratchet yelled in Prime's auditory sensors.

Optimus, reacting quickly after the yelling, picked up his newly aquired daughter, and put her on his hand. Slowly moving his hand, the little pony calmed down. She looked Prime in his optic sensor for about a minute.

She began smiling, making the large war-machine feel warm inside. He could not prevent a smile forming on his own faceplate.

"Daddy?" The little white goddess managed to ask.

"Yes, Celestia?" Optimus replied with a warm smile.

"You are my daddy?" Celestia asked. To wich the giant robot replied: "Yes, my dear Celestia, and Luna´s too."

Celestia looked down at her still sleeping sister.

"Luna." She said. "Wake up."

The smaller goddess opened her eyes, looking up at her big sister.

"Down." Celestia said to Optimus.

Optimus slowly lowered his hand for his eldest daughter to jump off safely to her little sister.

Celestia jumped off of Prime´s hand to her sister, and said: "That is daddy." pointing her hoof at Optimus.

Luna looked at her new father, she smiled.

"What is that smell?" a mechanic asked.

Everyone looked at the little ponies. Luna became a bit uncomfortable and tears began forming in her eyes.

"I did a smelly." Celestia said proudly.

This was going to be a loooong day.