Today is Whiteout's 1st birthday and im happy! My little sparkling is growing up! So please review and say happy birthday for little White to be happy. Gifts are accepted. Please r&r
Disclaimer: don't own transformers. I own whiteout, jumper, and zircona.
Chapter 2: Upgrade
Whiteout was yawning as Sunstreaker awoke him the next morning bright and early. The youngling's helm nodded as it fell before snapping back up. With an abrupt snort, he said, "I'm up… not sleeeeeee…"
His helm fell again.
Sunstreaker chuckled as he kissed the chevron and lifted his adoptive creation into his arms, "Sure, kiddo."
"Can… I… drink some Energon?" Whiteout asked tiredly.
"Not until after the upgrade. Let's go," the yellow mech said as he left their quarters with his twin in tow. They walked silently through the halls of the Ark towards the medical bay where Ratchet was already preparing his equipment.
"Morning Ratch'!" the twins eagerly greeted. It was loud enough to rouse Whiteout from his drifting sleep.
"NOT SLEEPING!" he shouted.
Ratchet winced at the loud cry in such a silent room before stating, "Don't worry Whiteout, you'll be put to sleep anyway. And please don't shout, Zircona will wake up and cry. Poor little femme gave me trouble last night as is."
"Oh, sorry," Whiteout immediately apologized.
Zircona was Wheeljack's and Ratchet's firstborn femme. She was a month old and had inherited Wheejack's family disease. The disease was slow in the beginning, but as Zircona would receive her upgrades, the disease would worsen times 10. Not a single bot that was sparked with the trait would live past their adult frame. Zircona would die a young adult femme without the chance to explore the world on her own. It was an inevitable death- and a painful one.
Ratchet took Whiteout back to a private room, leaving the twins in the waiting room for several groons of –obviously- wait. Upgrades were tedious and if one thing went wrong, the process to fix it was very aggravating and tiresome. By 11AM, Ratchet came out of the private room, finished at last. The twins looked up from their datapads they held in servo towards the CMO, glancing around the medic's legs for a certain youngling.
Ratchet stepped aside and beckoned Whiteout to move out into the twins' view.
Whiteout's doorwings were drooped in shyness as he stepped out. Some of his facial chubbiness had sunk down to reveal smoother cheekstruts; his visor no longer looked blocky as it had been before, but straight and almost sharply angled. His chevron swooped back a little on his repainted helm. His arms were thinned out and no longer had their chubby appearance. New white armour plating gave Whiteout more movement in his arms. His frame had slimmed down from their bulkiness to a more moveable, curved out frame. Whiteout's legs were longer than before, adding height and would provide for a faster walk with longer strides. One would look at Whiteout and could easily compare him to an average 10 year old human child.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe smiled at Whiteout.
"You look wonderful White!" Sunstreaker said gleefully as he stood up and knelt before the youngling. For once, Whiteout was taller than him in a kneeling position. The youngling continued to flush and smiled bashfully.
"Quite an optic catcher if I must say," Sideswipe added next to his twin.
"Thank you sires," he quietly said under their attention.
"Now run along you three. I have things to tend to. Be sure to fuel Whiteout, twins," Ratchet ordered.
"No problem," the twins both said and the three began to walk out of the med bay and out into the halls of the Ark once more.
Arriving at the rec room, Whiteout wished he could curl up and hide. Every optic turned to him. His ivory armour plating caught the attention of every mech, femme, and mini.
Compliments came out at him.
"Looking good White!"
"The brighter white suits you!"
"What a cute little angel!"
"Aww, look who is growing up!"
He would have turned as red as Cliffjumper's paint.
"Alright you hooters!" Sunstreaker hollered at every bot in the room, "Mind your own business and go back to what you were doing! Those who dare make my sparkling feel uncomfortable will suffer the consequences!"
Sure enough, they all turned away, yet they continued to speak briefly about the youngling before returning to their previous conversations. Sideswipe led Whiteout to their usual spot in the rec room as Sunstreaker went ahead and retrieved their Energon.