A/N Hello First Transformers story here, wanted to post today in honour of DotM coming out in Britain. I've had this idea and oc in my head for ages, I just had to write about her. I hope you guys like it! And by the way, I don't mind flames at all, just so long as they're not just 'You're shit' and more 'This, this and this are crap' so I can improve xD Concrit is best though :L Enjoy!
"this means a bot is comm. linking"
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She was plummeting faster than she could comprehend. Her sensors had turned themselves off in an attempt to preserve energon and because of the blistering heat she had gained, the same heat that was quickly increasing, encasing her entire body. Her crash course was set to end in a collision with an organic planet known by its natives as 'Earth'; not many of her kind had ventured so far but, unlike Cloudstriker, most had a choice.
Her systems put her in stasis lock just after entering 'Earth's' atmosphere to protect her spark and pain receptors from the immense trauma it was about to take, her descent was nearly at an end. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only minutes, her journey came to an abrupt halt. The shockwaves that reverberated around the crash site rang on for minutes, the vibrations from the initial blow created tremors that travelled for miles before petering out.
After only a few days of being in stasis lock and isolation, Cloudstriker was finally found. A scout had picked up her faint energy signal and she was uncovered at last. He looked over her still chassis and whirred in worry, while contacting his friend, a CMO, through their comm. link 'Ratchet, I need some help.'
'What with now?'
'New arrival.'
And that was all it took for Ratchet to reply with an 'On our way.'
The scout clicked in relief and looked over the Cybertronian again. From the look of their chassis, she was a femme and pretty beat up. There were burns on her armour and sensitive wings from when she entered the atmosphere, a few sparking wires and (More worryingly) leaking energon and coolant. Her wings were the most badly damaged from the impact, because they were more exposed and had less armouring than the rest of her frame. His optics seemed to darken as he surveyed the damage, realising he didn't have any medical protocol downloaded to his processor and so couldn't do anything to help. He resigned himself to waiting, when he noticed something unusual about her. His spark jumped. This new femme was a neutral; there was no sign of any symbol on her, Autobot or otherwise.
Well, at least she was a friendly.
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Being trapped in one's own processor is every bit as unpleasant as it sounds and more. Cloudstriker could hear everything going on around her, such as the wind whispering through the trees and the organic, near microscopic organisms running around, but she couldn't see or move her chassis. Essentially it was a 'robo-coma'. When she heard ginormous shuffling feet and Cybertronian being spoken, she longed to reply. Imagine her luck! Not five minutes on this dirt ball planet and she had already been found - and by someone of her own species as well.
It wasn't long (Perhaps a stellar cycle or two?) after this revelation when she heard rumbling tires closing in on her crash site. There were metallic grindings and screeching as the familiar sounds of transformations met her audio receptors. It would have been comforting if she wasn't terrified that it was a Decepticon. Wishing she could do something other than lay there in stasis, she cringed as steady footsteps made their way to her. Then something clicked in her processor: if it was a Decepticon it would've attacked her by now. If she could've, Cloudstriker would've visibly relaxed... Until a terrifying thought passed through her helm. What if she was going to be an interface toy? She'd heard stories back on Cybertron before it was destroyed about femmes being taken in by the Decepticreeps, only to be offlined when they were past their sell by date.
Suddenly she could feel a weird tingling sensation, she was being scanned. Maybe she was being examined to see if she was suitable? Either way, Cloudstriker was terrified. Then she heard voices; the Cybertronians who had come for her were talking.
"The damage is extensive; we should get her back to the base."
'They're going to help me?'Cloudstriker thought as she let her guard down slightly, why would a Decepticon help anyone other than themselves? She cringed inside again as she felt the sensation of lifting. Although Cloudstriker didn't think they were Decepticons anymore she was still nervous of them, she was in a very vulnerable position and there was absolutely nothing she could do.
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It was a long ride to her saviour's/captor's base. A long, boring ride. She thanked Primus that her pain receptors had turned off in her crash; otherwise there would've been a raw, throbbing ache on top of her boredom. 'Dear Primus, their base is far away' she thought, wishing she could move or talk to the other Cybertronians, anything to alleviate the mundane feelings settling over her. She knew that if she couldmove she'd be fidgeting, Cloudstriker was never one to sit still. She heard muttered conversations over her chassis that she couldn't understand 'Probably this planet's native language, or at least one of them.'She thought glumly, sick of having only herself to talk to. She was going insane.
Suddenly there was a jolt as the convoy came to a halt, had they finally reached their destination? Apprehension bubbled up inside her, replacing the boredom that was there before. All of a sudden, she didn't want this journey to end. 'If they aren't Decepticons, then they must be Autobots or neutrals. Either works for me... Then again it could still be a trick.'Cloudstriker had plenty of time to ponder this as she was hauled up to what she supposed to be the medical bay. Seeing as she was still in stasis lock, she couldn't online her optics to see if she was right or not, but it was only logical to assume that that was where she was going. It was pretty much confirmed that that was where she was as she felt a sedative travelling around her frame, making her feel light headed and woozy. She was out like a light.
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Ratchet surveyed the damage done to this new femme's body, it was "pretty bad" as Bumblebee had put it. Her energon and coolant lines were ruptured in several places, though fortunately, her main energon line going to her spark only suffered slight damage. Her chassis was burnt badly, if he was going on the human scale he'd say second degree burns, there was slight damage to her protoform through the thin armour, especially on her wings, so they would need "patching up" so to speak 'come to think of it, why is her armour so thin?'he thought, frowning. There were several dents that needed hitting out before he could tend to the burns, the welding could detach after he'd attached the patches. Then there was the issue of stasis lock and bringing the new femme out of it after all of this. The shock of her injuries might offline her.
Sighing, he got to work, wishing that this damned war could just finish. So many casualties had been caused already back on Cybertron and then there was Jazz. 'Jazz.'Ratchet sighed heavily again and tore his thoughts away from his comrade, it would do him no good to think of the dead when a bot needed help to be kept with the living. He pulled his medical supplies out of his subspace and got to work trying to fix the new arrival's injuries, his spark a little heavier than before.
'What was that quote the humans used to say? Ah, yes: "Get busy living or get busy dying"'
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A/N What did you think? Were the few TF characters shown in character? I didn't think Ratchet would be all crazy and wrench wielding when he'd gotten a new patient in, despite what some fanfics may say so I tried to keep to the 'make lurrrve not war' aspect of him ;) And tell me if it's too long or short! I'm never to certain about how much to write...