My name is V-tach. I'm... different from the other Cybertronians. Not different as in "Oh, he's got an extra/missing part"... No... I can't transform. I have no vehicle mode. I've never been able to, ever since my sparkling years. My brothers constantly teased me for it, trapping me in corners and transforming over and over again in front of me.
I guess it isn't all bad... I'm training to be a medic-bot. My dream is to serve as best I can, even though I can't fight. My small size isn't that bad either. I'm quick, which means I can get the supplies my teacher needs quickly - though I sometimes need help to lug the big things around... But hey, my teacher belives that I'll be a great help in the war someday.
Well... To give you a general image of what I look like, I'll give you a quick description. I'm shorter than most bots... but not the shortest ever, for your information. I have purple armor and dark grey plating. I have two huge horns coming off either side of my helmet, that one of my superiors said looked like ears... whatever those are. I have no weapons - one of the reasons I'm going to be a med-bot. Also, I have three scanners on my chest plate. One for monitoring other bots' spark-beats, another for my own, and the last for other vital signs, usually it monitors my own. The first one picks up the beats from any bot I'm near and displays their spark-beats, which is helpful when we want to keep track of how the patient is doing. Though when I'm alone, it flat-lines... There's no worse feeling then standing next to a fellow bot, and having the first scanner flat-line...
Well... I don't have many markings, other than green tips on top of my 'ears' and my shoulder and hip plates are half-black half-purple.
Oh, that's right. I forgot, I should tell you about my personality, I guess. Well, I'm really shy around most bots, which usually means I'm always saying "Sir", and "Excuse me..." I stutter occasionally if I talk too long. Also, I'm too trusting, which gets me into trouble sometimes. Like when one of the other medics-in-training was going to prank his teacher, I wanted to tag along, because I thought he was a nice guy. But instead, he blamed the entire thing on me. I was miserable... This might sound weird, but I've always wanted to have a sparkling of my own~ I don't know why, but to have the feeling that you're responsible for a tiny life... It makes my spark warm. Well, that's enough about me I guess. I hear Teacher calling... Wait, what's going on out there? I have to go, I hear screa-
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"Sir, we've lost connection with Ship 907!" A voice rang out.
"What?!" Sentential Prime yelled back, causing the first bot to jump. "U-uh, the med-ship just went down, we've lost connection..." They repeated.
"What section?" "Above one of the space bridges." "Send someone out to investigate." " Yes sir." ...
Short chapter because that's just the way I roll~