.::Energon low::. .::Energon low::.
The warning flashed in the corner of his vision. Memories of his last battle came rushing back. His last assault on a trine of seekers had gone terribly wrong. A new seeker had cloaking abilities and had been flowing his movements from higher up in the atmosphere and reporting them to his trine brothers below. The golden bot and his brother had moved into an ideal ambush position on a large skyscraper, with the path of the seekers directly below. As he and his brother had leapt for their marks, the seekers wheeled out of reach. His brother had been lucky and had managed to grab hold of a different seeker that made the mistake of flying to close, whereas he on the other hand, had no such luck. While plummeting in free fall he fired his cannons, while at the same time pitifully attempting to avoid the con's fire. As the ground rushed up to greet him he angled him fall to a nearby pile of rubbish, hoping it would do something, anything, to lessen the impact. After that all he could remember was darkness and error messages on his display as stasis overtook him.
Transforming to his bipedal form he gently gathered the unconscious girl into one of his servos, her pack in the other. Crossing his fingers he opened a com-link to Ratchet
"Ratchet?" He questioned softly over the link exhaustion creeping into his voice "Is it possible to get a ground bridge?"
"Sunstreaker! Is that really you?" Ratchets astonished voice came through the link. "Where are you, what's your status? We thought you had offlined" The Medics voice betraying his shock as he punched in Sunstreakers coordinates.
"I'm fine, for now" Sunstreaker replied impatiently "I have a fleshling in critical condition Ratchet, be ready to receive her."
"What is her status" Ratchet questioned with concern.
"Multiple laceration, a deep burn on her left side. She has energon all over her Ratchet." Sunstreaker replied sadly as the ground bridge opened up before him.
"Slag" Ratchet exclaimed angrily "We might lose her, I'm surprised she is not offline already" his frustration evident.
"She's strong Ratchet." Sunstreaker said softly as he appeared before Ratchet, looking down at the form in his servo. "She offlined Sideways on her own, if anyone could survive this much poison flowing through their body it would be her."
"She did WHAT!" Ratchet exclaimed unsure whether to be more surprised with the fact that a human, a young human at that, took out a ruthless fully grown decepticon warrior. Or that the notoriously self-centered golden bot was speaking with admiration in his voice while talking about a "Squishy"
"It's true Ratchet. I may have been just emerging from stasis, but I saw most of it happen" Sunstreaker said respect evident in his voice. "She took out his legs, and while he was down, planted a small well contained EMP bomb to fry his circuits. A very well planned attack if I must say" as he placed the small form in his hand onto the berth Ratchet had readied for her.
"Primus" breathed Ratchet as he scanned the girls still body. "I still can't believe she is still alive" pulling out sterile cloths, gauze and bandages. "Help me clean out these wounds" he said handing Sunstreaker a pile of cloths. "We need to get her cleaned up real quick" Sunstreaker set about cleaning the girls wounds, while Ratchet rummaged through his cabinets looking for the injection that would help counter the effects the Energon running through the poor girls veins was having on her body. "Why must we be so toxic to humans" he thought to himself. "Sometimes I think it's more trouble than it's worth."
Half a cycle later they had her out of the danger zone, both of them shocked that they had not lost her. "Why don't you return to your room and get some recharge?" Ratchet asked Sunstreaker wearily
"If you don't mind, I would like to stay." Replied Sunstreaker while he sat upon a nearby berth.
"If you wish" Ratchet replied in disbelief. "Though while we have the time, I'd like to examine you and patch you up a bit. You look like a mess." Sunstreaker thought about making a run for it, for old times' sake, but he knew that he would not last much longer without medical attention.
"In Primus name, you make the girl look like she has a slight cold" Ratchet exclaimed as he scanned the golden bot in front of him. "How the pit are you still online?"
"I'm not entirely sure." Sunstreaker replied wearily "I thought I was scraped for sure." Leaning back against the berth more relaxed than he had been in some time.
"Well you aren't leaving here for at least a few days, I don't think Scrapletts could make a worse mess of you" Ratchet scoffed, passing a large cube of energon to the mech before him. "For now Drink up and get some rest. Your self repair should kick in sometime tonight, there's not much I can do for you tonight" sighed Ratchet as he walked over to the girl and hooked her up to a monitoring system. "I'm going to get some recharge, If the girl takes a turn for the worst this will let us know" Ratchet announced as she turned and headed to his office.
A loud alarm was ringing in his ears as servos shook him out of recharge. "Sunstreaker I need your help." Ratchet shouted as the golden bot awoke. "She's going into cardiac arrest, I need you to hold her down while I get the crash cart." Said Ratchet with worry in his voice. "I'm not going to let her die this easily, not after what she has survived."
Restraining the girl he looked down at her pained face and reached out to her as he would a fellow bot
"Hang in there; you have to hang in there" Sunstreaker raised his head as the pulse reading on the monitor suddenly became regular and the girl stopped convulsing. Sunstreaker vented in relief as he sat back in his chair.
Finally after what felt like vorns Ratchet came back with the crash cart. "Stupid thing was buried!" Exclaimed an extremely vexed Ratchet. Noticing that the girls pulse had returned to normal. "This girl is more and more a mystery every time something happens" he thought to himself and ran a scan over her. The results came back wrong, very wrong. He scanned her again thinking he may need to recalibrate his scanner, but the results where the same. The girls organic makeup was shifting. "Sunstreaker" Ratchet vented with concern.
"What do you want this time" replied a tired and grouchy Sunstreaker.
"She's changing" Ratchet replied unsure weather to be fascinated or concerned.
"She's what?" Exclaimed Sunstreaker.
"She's changing, her genetic makeup is shifting. She is becoming one of us" Explained Ratchet "Though how I'm not entirely sure. I believe it was the energon, but nearly all cases where a human has been exposed to that much energon they simply died. This is a medical mystery."