okay, so heres my new story, if you like this, you might like my other story, called Someday. it is also a WIP.
Thoughts
'song lyrics'
"Cellphone"
Autobot comm line
cybertronian
you might think its weird that she can speak, even though she's a newborn, but I figured, well, they're robots, wouldn't they kind of be onlined with the knowledge preloaded on their systems? she only speaks cybertronian, when they find her.
enjoy!
The ground was shaking. The Decepticons were close. Starscream was leading a few troops through the city of Tyger Pax, as a part of the mass Cybertronian infanticide.
Starfly's optics widened in fear. She hurried over to her only daughter's recharge station. Silvercrest was recently sparked, just less than a quarter vorn old. Her father, Starfly's Sparkmate, Sparkburn, had been killed in an explosion at the weapons factory he was employed at. Her brothers, Starfly's other two sons, were just outside the nursery, guarding the door. Both Fireshot and Larkim were in-training with the Autobots, learning to fight, getting weapons fitted. They were both around 5 and a half vorns older than Silvercrest.
The ground shook again. Larkim was screaming Fireshot's name, but his voice was cut off as another missile hit. Starfly picked up her small daughter, who was now crying. She did a quick scan of the area. No life forms detected.
No life forms.
No life...
Energon tears pooled in Starfly's own optics, she hugged Silvercrest closer, now cursing the fact that the Cybertronian processor didn't forget. Silvercrest would be plagued by this memory unless, Primus forbid, her small spark were to be extinguished.
Incoming airborne projectile.
Starfly cursed softly in Cybertronian. Silvercrest softly whispered in the same language. "Mommy..."
"Shh...", Starfly glanced at the ceiling. The missile was close, now. Tears flooded her face plates, coming down to merge with her daughter's on her slim chassis.
The femme curled onto the floor, surrounding her daughter.
Starfly was usually not one to prayer, but she made one of her rare exceptions. Please, Primus, keep her safe. Take my Spark, let them think her dead. Please...
She never got the chance to finish the prayer. The missile plunged through the roof of the nursery, and Starfly's screams mingled with Silvercrest's as her spark flickered once...twice...and extinguished.
Ironhide grunted with displeasure as he hoisted himself over a small ledge, where the earth had caved in. Ratchet was just ahead of him, the slightly taller mech's scanners picking up every lifeless shell.
"Ratchet, we need to face it. There's nothing left. Tyger Pax has been a wasteland for over a year, now.", he called up to the CMO.
An annoyed sounding mechanical whirring sounded from Ratchet before he replied. "You don't know that. And I am CERTAIN that I picked up a Spark signature. I'm certain..."
Ironhide gave the robotic version of a snort. "Well, be certain faster. We're leaving in about a joor."
Ratchet nodded, continuing to closely scan the surrounding area. "I know. Prime told me to get us back to base in at least one mega-cycle before then."
Ironhide rolled his optics. "Trust me, Ratch... There's nothing-" He was abruptly cut off as Ratchet shushed him.
Ratchet didn't say anything for a few moments, clearly listening hard. He looked up, locking optics with the other mech. "D'you hear that?"
Ironhide's lip components locked in a frown as he concentrated. "Is that a...Sparkling?"
Ratchet simply shrugged, quickening his pace. Ironhide followed suit.
"I've locked on... Follow me.", Ratchet instructed.
Ironhide grudgingly obeyed the younger 'bot, following him towards the remains of a large building. It was crumbled, now, a pile of rubble.
"Towards the left side of this...structure, there is a pile of what used to be a Cybertronian adult, which is covering a Sparkling, not too far under 20 meta-cycles. A new-Spark."
Ironhide's gaze softened. "Poor thing musta been trapped under there since the infanticide."
Ratchet nodded somberly. "I can save it, but I need to get it back to base fast. I can start it on Energon supplements, it does have some damages, but those will be assessed on the way to that other planet, whatever the slag it's called."
"It's called Earth, Ratchet. Really, we're leaving in less than a joor and you can't remember the name of the OTHER PLANET we're going to?"
"Whatever. Move your aft, before I weld your helm to it."
Ironhide rolled his optics and walked around the side of the ruined building to the area Ratchet had indicated.
Ratchet was a little ways away from him, pushing around a pile of what looked basically like a mound of dirt covering a bigger mound of disintegrated metal.
Ironhide watched as the medic suddenly started slightly, and he saw the other mech hesitate before he reached down and pulled something tiny out of the mess of the room.
It was a Sparkling. A tiny, baby spark, that was deep into recharge.
"Oh, no..."
Frag. "What?"
"She's been in recharge for nearly a meta-cycle. We need to hurry."
"What's the rush?", Ironhide asked, following Ratchet back on their original path, heading towards base.
"She's about to drop into stasis."
About a groon later, they'd made it back to base. The Sparkling was still offline, curled comfortably into the crook of Ratchet's arm.
"Go make a report to Prime. Tell him what's happened. I have work to do."
Ironhide nodded crisply, turning around to head to Prime's office. Ratchet shifted his grip on the Sparkling and strode into the med bay.
After two straight groons of energon shots, a lot of cursing, and a few light shocks, the Sparkling woke. By this time, Ratchet was throughly frustrated, but a look of relief snapped onto his features.
Her bright blue optics suddenly shot into life, and she jumped up, already in a fighting stance, snarling at him in hardly comprehensible Cybertronian.
The only word he really caught was 'Mommy'.
Ratchet's relieved look disappeared into concern. He gently took either of her wrists, knowing from experience that physical contact was the best way to get it through to a Sparkling that you were a friend.
"We're not going to hurt you, youngling. Listen to me. You're safe now. It's okay."
The young 'bot slowly calmed down. She relaxed into a sitting position.
"Good, good... Now, can you tell me your name, little one?"
She stared at him with wide optics, that were not nearly as innocent as she deserved them to be. "I'm Silvercrest."
"Do you have a family? Did they have to run?"
Her optics filled with tears. "Daddy died before I was onlined. Mommy died when the ground shook, and the lights came on really bright."
Ratchet's optics softened. "I'm sorry... Any siblings, anyone we can contact?"
The tears began to spill down her face. "Larkim...and...Fire..shot...died right...be-fore...Mommy!" She began to all-out wail.
Ratchet picked her up, gently rocking her. "No, please don't...oh, Primus... Please, it's alright now, nothing is going to hurt you, it's okay, you're safe here, please don't cry, you're alright, it's safe..."
Silvercrest slowly quieted. "Nothing will hurt me here? You promise?"
Ratchet smiled at the innocence of her question. She should be innocent. "I promise."
She smiled at him. "What's your name? Where is this place?"
"I'm Ratchet. This is...well, by loose definition, a military base. We're about to leave for a different planet. We need something from there."
"Can I come with you?"
"Yes, you definitely can."
She beamed at him. "Okay."
"Her name is Silvercrest, I don't know the names of her parents, she was too young to be added to any cohort yet. She's about twenty meta-cycles old, and she is lightly injured, but nothing that a couple weeks of double-shots of energon won't take care of."
Prime nodded. "No family, at all?"
Ratchet hesitated. "She had two brothers. They're both dead, but we actually knew them..."
Prime's optics narrowed. "Who?"
"Larkim and Fireshot. The two young ones, hardly started training, less than a vorn ago...?"
"Larkim and Fireshot?" Optimus cycled air through his vents. "They didn't deserve that... A little restless, but they would've been good soldiers someday."
"Well, a little digging will let us find out who her parents were, for the sake of curiosity. We had Larkim and Fireshot on file."
Optimus nodded. "Find out, then... That's excellent work, Ratchet. You should get back to her, now."
Ratchet gave a crisp nod. "Yes, sir."
Silvercrest sat on the large examination table in Ratchet's med bay, her small knees tucked up to her chassis. Her optics were at half-power as her processor worked diligently, rapidly downloading the data of the English language that Ratchet had just hardwired to her systems. Jazz was next to her, watching her with interest.
98%...99%...100%
Her optics came back to full power. "Okay... I'm done."
Her voice sounded similar to that of a young woman, probably from around 12-20, somewhere around there. She supposed that it was going off the fact that in Earth years, she was about 30 years old.
"Did you download the whole Internet? Not just that? You gonna wan' it."
She nodded. "Yep, I got it. I'm not stupid, y'know."
Jazz shrugged. "Jus' lookin' out for ya, baby spark. Sorry."
Silvercrest laughed, knowing he was joking. "Shut up."
Jazz smirked. "No can do..."
"You're not talking now."
"I am now."
"This is pointless."
"I know. By the way, I'm talking now."
"I noticed."
Ratchet appeared in the doorway, an amused look on his facial plates. "I take it you finished your download?"
"By technicality, wasn't it an upload?"
"You sounded so different before you got the entire internet in your head."
"Shut it."
"It's true."
"I will trick you into removing your vocal processor."
"How?"
"It'll come to me. You'll probably be in recharge."
Jazz gave the robotic equivalent of a snort. "Good luck with that."
Ratchet looked self-satisfied. "I hardly ever recharge."
Silvercrest rolled her optics. "Hardly ever isn't never."
Ratchet shrugged, and Jazz appeared deep in thought. After a long moment, he just gave a slightly frustrated huff. "English is a pain in the...ass? Or is it arse? What do they say?"
"I think in the area we will be going to they say 'ass' in replacement for aft."
Silvercrest shook her head. "That is so weird."
"Anyway, speaking of recharge, you need to do so, youngling."
"But, Ratch-"
"You're running on almost a full solar-cycle now."
She groaned. "Fine." As she walked away, she muttered audibly under her breath, "Solar-cycle my ass."
Jazz looked at Ratchet. "She picks up on things real fast. Took me almost six cyber-weeks to get English down. Took her maybe a deca-cycle, and she didn't even have the internet downloaded fully until about a breem ago."
Ratchet shrugged. "She's younger. It applies to most species, you pick up things, especially languages fast, when you are younger."
Jazz nodded.
"She's also very intelligent."
Jazz smiled. "She is."
"She's turning out remarkably well, as anything goes."
"Well, it certainly ain't been easy.", Jazz added.
Ratchet shook his head. "That it hasn't."
Jazz cycled air through his vents. "It's a 'lil funny to think 'bout... By the time we get to Earth, she's gon' be full-grown."
Ratchet smiled slightly. "Yes, this is going to be a long five vorns."
i hope you like it, idk how good it is, reviews are appreciated, thanks for reading...