Sari scampered through the strange, metallic walls and saw a sort of familiar face, although seeing it made her even more confused. Sari froze as a thought struck her. She got up onto the huge table thing that Ultra Magnus was on. Sari noticed that he wasn't moving. And then she noticed that he was barely on-line, a strange thing was attached to his spark chamber, keeping him in this state. Sari gently tugged the thing attached to his spark chamber and inserted her key.
Sari's presence caused hundreds of alarms to go off. Elite guards were moving as fast as they could to capture the intruder, and when they found out that someone had unhooked Ultra Magnus from the spark support they moved all the faster, hoping that their leader was still online. What they saw shocked them to their core. An organic, was on Cybertron, crouching on top of their leader's chest, near his spark chamber and stuck something that was glowing white brightly, into his spark chamber. When the light faded, Ultra Magnus was getting and was speaking softly to the organic thing that had done something to him. Then they heard what he had spoken "How did you get here Sari? And how did you, well you did heal me, didn't you Sari?"
"Yes, Ultra Magnus I did, but I don't know how I got here; I think it, my key, brought me here. Or," Sari pulled a piece of glowing white crystal from her pocket and stared at it for a few seconds "This All Spark piece did. What happened to you, and why didn't anyone tell my friends? As soon as this happened I could have fixed your injury! Unless… They are still at large so, they might be interfering. But who did this to you? I'll kick their sorry solenoids from here to Earth and back! You are my friends' leader and I like you, even though you almost took them away. You are fair, kind, wise, and intelligent, you try to listen to all sides of an argument and you like to help others. So can I kill the miserable rusty, sorry, scrap of a Decepticon for you?" She asked, alternating from angry to cheerful.
"You are fierce and fiery, also sweet and you have a large caring heart. The spy is, I think, still on Cybertron, and no you can't, Optimus Prime, and his command would me upset if you got injured." Ultra Magnus was a touch surprised by the answer that Sari gave. But mostly, Ultra Magnus figured that Optimus was likely to befriend such a fierce creature, as well as gentle. He was also surprised by the conflicting nature in humans, but mentally shrugged to himself, figuring that, that was just how they were created.
"Ultra Magnus, Sir! Are you all right? Has the organic done anything to you?" asked the guards, expressions of worry, written all over their faces. Jazz came in a split second later and spotted Sari and Ultra Magnus.
"Good to see you up and around Sir! Hey there kid, how ya hanging'?" replied Jazz brightly.
"Great Jazz! I hope I can go home soon, no offense but, I'd like to go home soon." Replied Sari, equally cheery.
"She healed my injury Jazz, I believe that is the least we can do." Murmured Ultra Magnus quietly.
"I agree, come on Sari, I'll get you home." murmured Jazz, then one of the guards tentatively took a step forward, wary of the organic near his leader.
"Sir? There is an intruder and I believe it is that organic in front of you…" the brave guard informed.
Magnus, Jazz and Sari all sighed, and Ultra Magnus replied quietly "Sari healed me, as I've said before, she didn't mean to come here, although I have a hunch, mainly because she had said before, would have to fix my injury had she the means and heard previously, and merely wishes to leave home in return for the service she had done me."
Jazz was struck with a thought and asked, "Are there other injured bots? If so, and if you're willing Sari, Sari may be able to help some or maybe all of them."
Ultra Magnus pondered Jazz's proposal, and asked Sari "Would you be willing to help others, as you've helped me?"
Sari blinked once up at him and replied "Could you show me to them, then? I don't know how many I can help though; I haven't done much large scale healing. Well I sort of made one come back on line and the other, was well almost off line and horrendously hurt." This she said softly, and the way she did made it clear to the ninja and the leader that she hadn't intended to tell anyone else and that the memories haunted her. She was not boasting when she told them that.
She quietly fixed up the Autobots that she saw that were in the infirmary and wondered how long she'd been there. /I hope that I can go home soon; I really hope that my friends haven't figured out that I'm missing. That wouldn't go so well, I hope that they're all right. / Sari touched her key and felt energy draining from her into the key, it startled her a little, but didn't mind /I didn't know it could do that, oh well I hope that the key hasn't been drained of all its power, we're probably going to need it. / She leaned against the wall for some support and noticed that Jazz was watching her. "What's up Jazz?"
Before Jazz could answer the Cybertron High Counsel came into the room to speak with Ultra Magnus, pleased that their leader could command once more. Then they noticed a strange creature, but they couldn't sense it. Horror dawned on their faces as they realized that the strange and very small creature was, in fact organic, so therefore quite dangerous.
"Sir, t-there I-is an organic in this room! What should we order the guards to do, if they'll even get near it." Asked one of the braver counsel bots to her leader.
"HEY! I am not an it, I am a she, and my name if Sari for your information!" Yelled a cross Sari, she was tired, wanted to go 'home', and did not like being discussed as if she was both an animal, and not in the room.
"I-I didn't know that organics could speak. Fascinating, what planet are you from? What part of the galaxy is your species from, and how did you get here?" asked the ninja counsel bot to Sari.
"Are you a ninja? You seem to be like Prowl and Jazz, curious and quiet. I am from the western spiral arm of this galaxy a bit over half way away from the center of the arm and away from the center. We call it Earth; I don't know what you guys call it though." Replied Sari, eyes sparkling up curiously themselves.
"Actually Sari, we didn't know of your planet's existence until we landed on it, searching for Optimus Prime and his crew. It sure is beautiful though, and so full of life I am kind of jealous of Prowl, except he has to battle Decepticons on it." Replied Jazz helpfully.
"Do you know which Decepticons are on Earth Sari?" asked the ninja counsel bot, which had sensed her gentle and sweetly caring nature, and liked her.
Sari looked up at Jazz and Ultra Magnus, an unspoken question in her eyes, though none, but those it was intended for understood the question and the context it was in. One of the more conceited counsel bots demanded, "Why do you not answer his question, small organic? You should surrender every scrap of knowledge you have about the Decepticons to us, their mortal enemy if you wish to help us."
Sari's eyes hardened "Fine, I know Decepticons with better manners than you, Blitz brain is crazy, but not stuck up, Thickhead is slow but is not half as snotty as you and," She swallowed, a ripple of fear crossed her face as well as anger "And The evil old one isn't as conceited and rude, and you are as cruel and order happy as he is!"
"What gives you the right to call me those things? You are a pathetic, scrap of nothing and you would be wise to answer the question, and besides, you can't have possibly THAT much experience with Decepticons." Replied the conceited counsel bot, smug in his surety of the statement.
Sari's voice quivered with emotions that none of them could identify "Not enough experience, you say? They've destroyed half of the city I live in several times; they've badly damaged nearly all of my friends, and killed one of them. They have captured me, and the person who's taken care of me all my life is missing, probably due to them, and you have the audacity to suggest that I haven't had experience dealing with Decepticons! I bet you have never seen one in your life, much less trying to fight one, or protect others from their wanton destruction, because they feel like destroying things!"
"But Optimus and his crew, they're all alive. There weren't any others on his crew were there Sir?" asked Jazz to Ultra Magnus, and then noticing the tears racing down her checks silently, he asked, "Has anyone died after we left?"
"You've already said his name a couple of times, and no it was about a year before you even got here. He was offline for only a couple of, oh it felt like hours, but it must have been only a few seconds be-bef-before-" replied Sari
Ultra Magnus gently interrupted her "Before you brought them back online, was that what you were going to say? Jazz, since she knows you better, would you get her to calm down? Take as long as you need to though."
"Yes sir, I will. Come on kid, let's find a more private place for you to cry, ok?" murmured Jazz. Sari nodded tearfully, taking in deep, calming breaths.
Once the two of them were in an empty room, Jazz said, "That counsel member is an idiot, but not many had the courage to chew him out like you did… Although I can think of a few young bots that I met of earth who might've smacked him a couple of times for those dumb words of his."
"Bumblebee would, and Prowl might if he was annoyed enough. Though he would have come up with something clever that wouldn't get him into trouble, Bumblebee on the other hand would've zapped him with his stingers." Replied Sari, a smile forming on her face, as if seeing something funny.
"I was also thinking of Optimus, he might've taken a swing at the counsel bot, from what I've heard of him."
"Don't believe Sentinel, he's a pompous windbag who hates Optimus. He might've thought about it, but he wouldn't have acted, he's got a lot more self-control than that. I'm not calling Bumblebee impulsive, but he tends to rush into things before thinking, especially if…" replied Sari, defending, her, mostly, cool blooded friend. "He may get angry and argue, but that's mostly when SOME bots I've had the misfortune to meet are hassling him and he can't take the hours of not-torture that pompous jerk wad put him through. IS Sentinel always like that, or does he save his bile just for Optimus?"
"Nah, don't be so hard on Sentinel, he and Optimus have been friends for a long time, only recently have they seem to hate each other, although why is a complete mystery to me."
The counsel members and a rather reluctant looking Ultra Magnus came in right after Jazz had spoken, so Sari couldn't respond and another counsel member spoke "Has your ability ever been used by the Decepticons, can it destroy as well as heal?"
A haunted expression flickered across Sari's face and she replied "Yes to both questions, it only happened once and was destructive in the hands of… a very evil, and powerful, Decepticon."
"Are you better Sari? I can send you home soon, if-" Just then a bunch of medical bots went racing through, several badly injured Autobots being supported between them.
"Are you strong enough to help them Sari?" asked Jazz, "I noticed earlier that before the counsel came in you looked exhausted, after you touched that key of yours, what does it do?"
"It's what heals Autobots. I took energy from me to replenish it, I think, and I will help them as best as I can, now let me at 'em! I can help theses bots." Replied Sari, her honest want to help shone in her eyes and warmed the Autobots' sparks. She helped, and completely fixed, the injuries sustained by the Autobots, and again the key took energy from her. Sari didn't mind, though she was in desperate need of a nap. Sari was escorted to the next room by a cheerful Jazz and started to work. After a time Jazz left the room and she heard someone trying to sneak up on her. She peeked over her shoulder and saw the mark of the Decepticons and turned to face her opponent. She looked up and saw… the head intelligence officer on Cybertron. "What do you want? You're name is Long arm Prime, isn't it?"
"Yes, young human I am Long arm Prime, you have an interesting ability." Replied Long arm, an ominous feeling crept over Sari.
"How did you know the name of my race? No Autobot on Cybertron does except Jazz, Ultra Magnus, and, perhaps, Sentinel Prime. I've not told anyone else what my race calls itself, I've been rather busy." She asked, trying to buy herself time, praying that some of the Autobots she'd healed would wake up or Jazz would come back in soon.
"You're rather perceptive, for a youngster, I know that some… Bots would be interested in your particular abilities, and your key." Murmured Long arm softly.
"W-what d-do you mean 'my abilities' I'm nothing special." She blustered, hoping that he wasn't referring to the fact that she was part Cybertronian, and seemed to have a limitless amount of powers.
"Come now, I know that you are only partly organic, and that you have gifts. Please don't insult me; I have out, as have my superiors." Countered Long arm, a knowing smirk crossing his face.
"Do you mean the Cybertron Counsel and Ultra Magnus? They both called me an organic, which I am. You're crazy I'm not what you just said I am. That's just simply impossible!" Sari protested feebly.
Sorry for the bad stuff, I fixed most of it, I think, if there are any other mistakes in the chapter, please let me know.