The Wisdom Years II
Disclaimer: I don't own the transformers…but I saw a continuation of sorts for Transformers Prime is scheduled to air next summer on the HUB a few years after the TFP Movie took place. The network itself confirmed the report.
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"How could you do something so irresponsible?!" The lime green CMO roared.
'Just give him a minute to yell and it'll be over soon…' I sighed in my head.
"Look at this! You know damn good and well your bones cannot handle this kind of strain!" He ranted; seeming to grow increasingly irritated every passing second.
'Then again I've been wrong before,' I sighed out loud this time, "It's not that bad." I grumbled.
To my chagrin, the Medic caught my statement. "Not that bad!" He thundered, "YOU'RE SHOULDER IS SHATTERED!"
"I am aware." I scowled.
"I hope so; the stupidity you possess is boundless!" He scowled.
"Oh would you give it a rest?!" I snapped, "So I made a mistake…Everyone makes mistakes."
In my defense, Ironhide hadn't said the hand-cannon was that powerful.
He just said it was a bit more than I would have been used to…
I'm not quite sure how those two sentences got mixed up for him in terms of definition.
It was only a matter of time until Ratchet was moving about the room grumbling to himself as he gathered the necessary tools to fix up my arm. I didn't trust the human doctors, they weren't well experienced and I did not get along with the main human CMO. She and I practically tried to glare each other to death every time we saw one another.
"Jacky," Ratchet said sternly as he transformed and activated his Holoform, "I'm most likely going to have to apply nanites to the wound to help it reform and reset."
"I figured it wasn't completely shattered," I drawled humorlessly.
"I may have overreacted a bit," He sighed grumpily, "but you cannot afford these mistakes. I will have to notify your superiors." He said albeit a tad sadly.
"Another fact I am also aware of," I laughed lightly.
"That's be enough out of you smartass," Ratchet scolded good-naturedly and gave me a light thump on the forehead, "However, promise me you will be more careful." He murmured as he began to gently maneuver my arm to make his work a little easier, "As much as we all encourage your retirement you would be missed if you do ever choose to leave."
"You know what," Perceptor mumbled from the background, "She reminds me of Kup. She won't give up her military family until her dying breath. He's was the same and I don't even know if he's online or not."
"Family," Ratchet questioned?
"I've been here for-."
"Fourteen years," Ratchet and Percy interrupted at the same time.
"And you two call me the smartass," I huffed, "But yeah, I've watched everyone grow up. It feels like I'm home and with family. I really don't know what I'd do if I had to leave. Unlike you, I can leave the military…but this battle of yours doesn't leave a lot of options when you're Cybertronian."
"You've got that right;" Perceptor said wistfully, "Many of us didn't start out as fighters. For example, Sideswipe owned a business back home and Jolt was an electrician."
"Does that count?" I mused since Jolt used electricity to fight but Ratchet just shrugged.
Perceptor hummed thoughtfully, "We all know Prime was a data clerk…Ratchet was already in the Medic field but I do believe Wheeljack worked alongside him sometimes." Ratchet nodded, "I thought so…I already dabbled in science and engineering," Perceptor paused.
"What about Jazz?" I asked carefully.
"He was a messenger…" Ratchet sighed, "He was quick and had a good memory. He loved being able to travel all over the place."
"How's he doing?" I asked as we all gazed over at the slumbering silver mech.
"His nanites are still working at one-sixteenth of the pace they normally do. Until I can find a proper formula for long-term nanites to speed up the process he'll stay in Cryo-Lock for another three vorns or so…" Ratchet paused, "But that's even a risk. Cybertronian bodies were not meant to be in such long states of inactivity."
"Remind me again how long a vorn is?"
"About seventy-three earth years," Perceptor answered.
"So, I guess none of the humans in this generation will ever meet him…" I said a bit sadly. Everyone seemed to recall fond things about Jazz. Even Prowl, a newer arrival who had come by himself, spoke fondly even when recalling parts of the past where the mech would annoy him during work without end.
I was especially fond of hearing the story of when Jazz managed to hack into Prowl's quarters on the Arc despite being almost completely intoxicated.
Prowl was a good storyteller when he told personal stories like that…which almost never happened. But he had felt the need to when he arrived and discovered the state of his close friend.
"There," Ratchet's Holoform stepped back, "That should do it."
I looked over to see my arm in a bind and it appeared to be shifting. "That shift you see in the coloring should be the nanites. If they ever stop please tell me right away."
"I thought you were still testing nanites?" I said suspiciously.
"Medical nanites are much simpler than the full scale nanites needed for Jazz," Perceptor explained, "The nanites our bodies use are set to remain active until we offline as they control things such as our coloring, self-reparation, and even numb pain and set in reformats if one needs to be upgraded. Medical nanites on the other hand have a one track function of repair and are programmed to offline themselves and revert to atomic particles when their job is deemed done."
"That's amazing," I smiled, "Thanks again Ratchet."
"Try not to hurt yourself again. And as repayment, I expect a favor." Ratchet shushed any complaints, "You're supposed to go to the human doctors and I'm technically not supposed to even be giving you these nanites. So consider the favor to be because of the nanites."
"Fine," I sighed and shook my head light-heartedly, "What did you need?"
"Blurr arrived the other day and no-one will ride with him because he causes…what was it called again Percy?" Ratchet sighed.
"I believe Lennox referred to it as a barracuda." Perceptor called without looking up from his work.
"Ah correct," Ratchet mumbled, "I need someone to pick up the items at the warehouse and a human to direct him. If you go with him he'll be more careful because you are injured."
"At least that's the theory." Percy grumbled.
"Hey, the bot might be a little dense but he's actually quite selfless." Ratchet said, "If you had been there with us when we landed on Velocitron and witnessed what he had done for us you'd be singing a different tune."
"I doubt that."
"No you see here!"
"I think I'm going to go…" I said quietly and carefully made my way down the ladder with my one good arm while the medic and the scientist began to bicker.
I could only hope it didn't evolve into a violent argument. I had almost gotten hit with the wrench once when Ironhide ducked the throw.
Scared me half to death
This is mostly a filler chapter for the next one. The real action will start during Jacky's ride with Blurr and Sideswipe.
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