As the smoke clears, your vision returning, you're somewhat confused by the sight before you. You appeared to be in a large field, which would be fine on it's own, except for the numerous trenches, large shafts of smoke along with fires raging in the distance, and most of the pink grass is charred and burning, as if explosions just went off. As if on cue, your freshly non-robotic ears are assaulted by the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and airplanes soaring ahead, causing you to panic and run towards the first thing you see, which happens to be a freshly dug trench in the dirt. Wincing as a bullet whizzes past your skull (which would surely cut your mission short), you dive towards the trench, only realizing after you're airborne that it's several feet deep, and you land with a powerful thud, the impact knocking all the wind out of you.
As you cough and spit some of the mud out of your mouth, wishing that you had the lack of taste you had in your robot form, you're suddenly yanked off the ground and pushed against the wall of the trench, feeling the cold tip of a gun's nozzle press up against your neck. Looking up towards your captor, you're greeted by the sight of a rugged, muscular looking male, that appeared very human-like (as did most of these species), only with the addition of a very apparent pair of horns on his forehead, bright red skin, hooved feet... and what appeared to be a third arm coming from the center of his chest, right above his stomach but below his (very visable and very rugged) pectorals. In fact, that's what he's using to hold you up, while his other arms are used to aim the gun towards your thryoid, much to your chagrin. The third arm didn't appear to belong to any left or right distinction, as it was perfectly symmetrical, with 2 thumbs on either side, 2 index fingers, and a single middle finger.
"Which side are you on?" he commands in a deep voice, which distracts you from flexing your own third arm for the moment. "Err...the good guys?" you respond, and he smacks you to the ground, incidentally getting even more mud in your mouth. "Do you think this is some kind of joke?!" he barks, and you right yourself, backing away from him as you do so. He notices this, and aims the gun at you again, causing you to freeze. "This war is everything! Do you even realize that?" he says, not even flinching as a mortal shell explodes nearby, dirt particles falling in to the trench. "If we don't win, those bastards over in G'Thar will take control of the rest of the planets core-vents, giving them all the fuel they need to take over the rest of Reybin, and then, the rest of the world!" he says, sounding completely serious, yet everything he just said sounded completely ridiculous. Not that you'd tell him.
"Worse, their leader, Goltar, considers those of blue disposition to be a lesser race. In their controlled territories, they're treated as slaves, forced to do the bidding of the red man, no matter what it may be." Ah, now you get it. Although your memory of learning history at school is now fragmented, you remember that this is pretty much exactly what happened on Earth, except with the colors changed to a colorful Red and Blue. "Sucks to be them..." you mutter...before looking down at yourself, and seeing your distinctly blue colored breasts peaking out through an otherwise revealing shirt. Why would that stupid teleporter give you civilian clothes, and drop you into a war zone? While also giving you the only color of skin that could potentially make you into a slave, if things don't go your way? You'd have to tell your boss about this after she's completed her mission. After all, what with her being so important to you and all, why would you tell her while she's busy trying to complete her super important mission? You would never do such a thing!
But you return to reality as the red skinned male looks at you expectantly, like he's waiting for an answer. Thinking on it for a moment, you cautiously say "...I guess I'm on the side of... Reybin?".
The male considers this as good enough, and offers you a hand. Accepting, you allow him to pull you off the ground, and you settle into a kneeling position in front of him, where you and he make eye contact. And you suddenly realize how attractive he is. The sort-of-but-not-quite-there male part of your brain is trying to tell you that you don't really find him attractive, but your "Sexbot5000" drivers, now no longer merely drivers but a part of a functioning brain, are designed for this sort-of thing, and before you know it, you're leaning in for a kiss. He looks confused at first, but quickly reciprocates it, and before you know it, you're making out over the sounds of explosions and screaming. Some part of you still recognizes this as completely against your normal values, but you'd dealt with this sort of sexual tension BEFORE turning into a sex robot, so naturally that change was the final straw, and your inhibitions about how you'd go about 'convincing' the males of the planet to join you went straight out the window.
Pulling out of the kiss after several seconds, you put your third arm on his chest, and lean towards his ear, ready to whisper something about joining you and Grendy to provide his genes for a space lizard queen. But as you're preparing to invite him up to join you in space...