Cybertronian Units of Time:
Orn - 1 Cybertronian day (2 Earth weeks)
Joor - 1 Cybertronian hour (6 to 6.5 hours)
Vorn - 1 Cybertronian year (83.3 Earth years)
Klik - 1 Cybertronian minute

Windblade, Autobot, femme, bronze/purple, Kaon, motorcycle, crossbow, hotshot, telepath

Having found a crashed pod the Autobots take the stasis locked occupant back to their base.

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Windblade blinked as her optics came online and slowly breathed out as she banished the recurring nightmare. She then turned her head to look at her surroundings before trying to sit up. "A med bay. So who found me?"

Perched on the edge of the berth she glanced curiously at the recharging mech on another berth and relaxed on seeing the red insignia on his chestplate before carefully opened her senses, allowing her mind to seek out other minds. A low chuckle escaped the telepathic femme as she sensed several minds nearby and then withdrew, respecting their privacy as she listened to the sounds of someone approaching the med bay. The door slid open and two mechs walked in, the one in front scowled as he noticed her sitting up, "Don't even think of moving from there." Ratchet growled as Windblade squirmed under his glare.

While the CMO checked over the femme, Optimus Prime watched the new arrival with great interest as Ratchet gave her a clean bill of health, "Now get out and don't come back unless you're nearly off-line." he growled, optics gleaming with humour as she giggled. "Yes sir." Windblade replied before looking up at Optimus as he indicated she should walk beside him, "And get some energon!" came the yell as the med bay door closed behind them.

"Now that you are online, you'll need to meet my SIC, TIC and our head of security Red Alert. But first, what is your designation?"

"I'm Windblade, sir. Formerly from Kaon." she paused as the large mech looked at her, taking in her lanky form, "I ran messages between tunnels where there wasn't enough room for communications."

"If you don't mind waiting. I'll hear the rest with the others." Optimus commented as they approached a door and faint sounds of conversation could be heard, "For now let's get some energon." With that he pushed the door open allowing Windblade to enter ahead of him.

As the door swung closed behind them, Windblade scanned the room curiously, glancing at the mechs relaxing as they chatted amongst themselves. She frowned at the strange walkway along part of the wall as Optimus led her over to the dispenser. "Hey, Optimus. When did sleeping beauty wake up?" a cherry red mech called out before sauntering over to where he and Windblade stood, grinning broadly at her before winking. Hiding her amusement in the cube she held, Windblade watched as the Prime told Sideswipe to mind his manners while Sunstreaker growled at them both, then nodded at her before leaving, towing his twin behind him.

Rolling his optics, Optimus then introduced Windblade to the other mechs, "You'll get used to them." Hound chuckled when she commented on Sideswipe's antics, as he'd shrugged off his brother's servo and flipped into a handstand before they'd left the rec room.

"Hey Optimus, what are those hellions up to now?"

The new voice came from behind Windblade and she glanced over her shoulder before nearly dropping her energon cube. Swallowing her mouthful, the femme blinked as Optimus replied to the one who'd spoken, amazed at how small and fragile they seemed. Seeing her puzzlement, Hound quietly explained about their allies while Optimus groaned and commed Jazz to grab the pair before they could finish whatever they'd planned.

"So, is this the one you brought back? Found out anything that the government needs to be concerned about?"