TITLE: The Chronicles of Orion (PART ONE OF MANY)
AUTHOR: Arctapus ()
CODES: Transformers, G-GP, IronhideXRatchet, Original Characters, Side story to The Diego Diaries, AU
DISCLAIMER: Others own the multiverse and I borrow characters and scenarios to craft the story that is never told. I do so with gratitude to the incredible genius of Hasbro and others who have combined cars, class, character and action to make the most interesting worlds I have ever wandered.
NOTES: This sidebar story was requested by a reader who loved the sparklings and wanted to read more about them: "THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SPARKLING STORIES IN THE UNIVERSE!" Since readers are King of my world, I will accommodate you. These stories are short (or long if necessary) vignettes told from the viewpoint of the sparklings in The Diego Diaries and are as such a gas to write. Thank you for all of your support of my sojourn into the world of Transformers.
Until all are one.
FEEDBACK: It will be answered, suggestions given incredible consideration and is very appreciated.
=0=University Classroon, University Hub, Autobot City, Mars
He sat up in the dark looking around himself. He was supposed to be recharging but he couldn't. Even his best and most favoritist dollie didn't help him find recharge. Atar was supposed to be here. Peeping around in the darkness he noted that Mr. Roto aka "TO-TO!" was sitting nearby in the darkness reading a novel while he watched the infants slated for naps at this joor.
In a crib on one side lay Han, his most mortal enemy. On the other side lay Bleu, a small and very sweet son of a ex-Decepticon couple who worked in the foundries making small and essential equipment for almost everything in the city. There were four lines of cribs in rows that filled the room. Half of them were occupied by sparklings who had found recharge.
Blinking, his little blue optics shining in the darkness, Orion sat and waited. Atar would come. He always came. Glancing at his toes, then the ceiling and finally Mr. 'To-To', he tweeted. Roto, glancing up from his datapad smiled. "Go to recharge, Orion. Be a good sparkling."
Orion looked at him and considered his gentle command. He understood his name and 'good' and 'sparkling'. The rest resembled this: "Tweet-Chirp-BOING BOING." He tweeted again and watched as Mr. Roto stood up and walked down the row to his crib. Checking the sparklings on either side of Orion he reached in and picked up the baby. Walking back to his rocker, he settled the infant and smiled at him. "You are wide awake, sparkling. You need to recharge. You have your massage and exercise after this."
Orion understood 'sparkling' but he also understood that Mr. 'To-To' loved him. Orion smiled and held up his dollie. Roto, smiling, kissed it and then Orion did too. He lay and looked at his primary teacher and considered this was the second best thing to being carted around by Atar.
"In the next few days, Orion, you and I are going to be doing tests. I have your genitors permission to make you my case study for graduation as a fully fledged counselor. You and me, sparkling, against the world." Roto had already been certified as a teacher and a speech therapy specialist but counselors were in dire need and he included that into his educational plan. All he needed was a case study and a conversation and outline of action with Ironhide and Ratchet had been all it took to get permission. He was ecstatic. Orion was a wild child and perfect for his objective: High Energy Mechlings and Their Care and Behavioral Management.
Orion smiled. "To-To."
Mr. Roto smiled and chuckled. "To-To and Orion." Putting the infant on his shoulder, he began to rock him and pat his little back. In a short time Orion was asleep.
=0=Outside in the hub
Revet arrived with 'Vette after taking him for the morning. Pausing sadly at the door he bucked up and entered. Laret, sitting on the floor with a clutch of Seekerlings smiled. "Revet, I watched your broadcast this morning. It was wonderful."
Revet smiled and paused self consciously. "Thank you, Laret. I think I need a lot of practice."
"No. You just need confidence," the older femme said with a smile. "Are you going to give me 'Vette?"
"If I have to," he said sighing. "This is hard."
"It always is," Laret said taking the infant. "But your pain is my gain."
Revet smirked and chuckled. "I'm working in the wrong business."
"I think you won't get an argument from any of us," Laret said with a chuckle as she set the tiny sparkling on his little bottom in the middle of the clutch. "There. Instant friends."
Revet smiled and turned to go. "Thank you, Laret, for helping us with the babies. I never worry when I leave him here."
Laret smiled as Revet walked out the door. She looked at her bounty, four colorful Seekerlings all patting the little 'Con/Autobot infant. 'Vette sat smiling and patting them back. "As me to do something hard, Revet," Laret whispered as she watched the babies, her spark completely enchanted.
=0=Youngling School
Sunspot sat at the table working out the geometric shapes that were going to be quizzed later that afternoon. Measurement of angles was incredibly important to a youngling who someday would fly in space. Knowing where you were, where something was and how to get there was a matter of life and death. Ope sat with him and from time to time she would ask Sunspot for help.
The little yellow and white Seeker was very good at math. It was his strong suit. Reading was a little bit harder but no one worked like he did. School was his dream, his constant pleasure. He was Mr. Terradive's little helper and when a new youngling entered their class he and Turbo would take the newbie into their embrace.
"Turbo," Spirit said standing back from his painting. "You moved."
Turbo got up and walked around the easel to look at the picture Spirit had been painting. "I don't see it, Spirit," Turbo said shaking his helm. "I was sitting there all still."
"But you moved your servo," Spirit said pointing at the picture.
Turbo looked at it and then frowned slightly. "I think I did."
"You're so fast," Spirit said nodding. "I think you're going to be Blurr when you grow up."
"I want to be fast like him," Turbo said nodding. "I'm pretty fast."
"You are very fast, Turbo," Spirit said. He put his paint brush down and considered his painting. "I like this picture. You look like you."
"It's a great picture, Spirit. You can almost paint as good as Silverbow," Turbo said nodding. "Let me paint you."
Spirit nodded and the two changed places after they took the painting Spirit made and hung it up to dry. Terradive, sitting nearby smiled and shook his helm. His kids ruled. Turning back to his reports, he continued to monitor the younglings who went through their day according to the personal plan each had. It was a lovely day in his classroom and he enjoyed every single moment of it immensely.
=0=Mimi
She sat on the table as Neo polished her little servo. It was so tiny that it was almost scary to handle. She was 'chatting' to Neo and Neo 'chatted' back. She was the incredibly beloved little femmeling of a pair of youngish mini-cons from the village rescue and they worked hard in the electronics shop creating all the inventions of the science division as they were handed over for implementation. She was a very young couples' very young infant and incredibly doted upon. Her nature was loving and warm, trusting and generous. She was the most remarked upon and admired sparkling in Autobot City. She could sit on Optimus's thumb and not fall off.
"There you go, my little lady," Neo said finishing up. "Now you can go break sparks right and left."
Mimi, listening to her smiled the big face splitting smile that she gave to everyone everywhere who even thought of looking at her. She flapped her arms and then looked at her servos, mesmerized that the little yellow digits of her little yellow hands were so shiny.
"Your mechfriends will love them too. So shiny," Neo said leaning on an elbow as she studied and admired the little femme before her. "You have many. I think Han and Orion are going to be sitting in the corner a lot because you are so wonderful."
Mimi looked up at her and smiled. Tweeting softly a gentle sound, Mimi held up her arms. Neo picked her up and cuddled her against her cheek. "I love you, Mimi."
Mimi patted Neo's face and smiled. Tweet was all she said.
=0=A little bit later
They both sat up in their cribs, the darkness surrounding them. Blue optics turned and caught the attention of red ones. Both pairs of optics frowned in unison. No one made a move for a moment and then they both swatted each other with their dollies. Both missed and sat considering that. As they did both began to move closer to each other, a slow and painful process. When they were closer, they swung again landing blows.
Both sat back and looked at the other. Frowns gave way to surprise and then humor. Then the frowns came back. Moving closer again, they swung hard. Both landed blows. Sitting back down, they smiled.
Score.
As they exulted in their victories they didn't notice Mr. Roto standing up and moving to their cribs. Staring down at them he frowned too. "What are you two doing?"
Both sparklings startled and looked up. Both of them lay their dollies down and put on their most innocent expressions. Roto, suppressing his need to laugh shook his helm. "You two did a bad. Now it's time for a sad." With that, he reached in and took both their dollies. Holding them up, he leaned down slightly. "No more dollies. You both know better." He turned and tossed them gently onto a table nearby that was used to clean up infants.
They both looked at the dollies and then Mr. Roto. Orion pointed at the dollie and looked at him. "To-To."
"No dollie, Orion. You did a bad," Roto said shaking his helm. "Both of you, lay down and recharge or I will have to put you both in the chairs of doom."
Han and Orion looked at each other. Both frowned.
They both ended up in the chairs of doom.
=0=TBC
2011 (11)