Chapter II:
Ratchet didn't like the idea of having the new-comer living with them on base. The medic sighed inwardly. Okay, so he hated the idea. So far he had been less than forth-coming, besides a few small bits of information about who he was. Which weren't really the best for his personal situation, in Ratchet's mind.
When Bumblebee, Jazz and Ironhide came back from the planet, there were a lot of hushed whispers. A lot of Cybertronians were afraid of the large bot. Optimus Prime of course, was more graceful with his meeting with the stranger. Only a few Autobots had been permitted to join the interrogation. Even Optimus was curious about the foreigner.
One of the few other Autobots had been Perceptor. Perceptor was a young scientist who found everything mechanical interesting, and to him, the other TransFormer was a mechanical marvel of sorts. Ratchet was less than impressed though.
"This is not an interrogation. Just an interview of sorts…"
Optimus Prime reminded Perceptor and Ratchet.
"Hmph, whatever you say Optimus," Ratchet told him. Optimus sighed.
"He's still… fragile, clearly. The way he walks and his optics are viewing things. We need to just be careful."
"He's not really giving us anything anyways, Sir. I don't see why we don't just wait it out." Perceptor suggested.
"The main reason being the Decepticons. We don't need him on their sign." Perceptor simply needed understanding.
"Between the three of us, we will get the job done." Ratchet suddenly chimed in, though he didn't feel as secure about what he was about to do himself.
Optimus Prime was of course, the first one to talk to the only survivor from the fallen planet. Prime really didn't know how this TransFormer was going to react to the questions, so he proceeded with great caution.
He was there with Bumblebee, in case he needed some back up. The strange mech was a few feet taller than Optimus himself and well masculine built as well.
"You are currently being kept here on Cybertron in the Autobot base. Do you understand?"
Honey coloured facet optics looked over the tall mech. Silently, he shook his helm for a few minutes.
"I currently do not register the terms you are using. Could you express yourself more clearly?"
The Prime sighed. He really began to doubt how well this was going to go.
"What are you called? Do you have a name?" Optimus requested. He seemed to be able to translate to the best of his ability.
"I am simply called Prophesier." His voice was oddly calm but thick with age.
Optimus Prime nodded.
"What is your vehicle mode?" He asked calmly.
Prophesier shifted slightly in his seat. He seemed to be looking at Bumblebee.
"Yellow one…" He started off slowly. Prime blinked.
"I think he means me. I'm Bumblebee," Bumblebee offered his name slowly.
He seemed to take the information in.
"We just want to know more about you, to help you. Also so we can help return you to your home."
The mech shook his helm.
"No one's left…. Not that I know of," His voice was dry then.
"I don't remember everything now, but mostly a virus."
Optimus nodded sadly.
"I'm a flier. A 1920's Airship but I haven't been able to fly in a long time."
"Do you know how long?" Optimus asked.
"No."
Bumblebee looked at the mech. He was very tall, with an unusual color scheme. He was half black. His helm was sandstone with large symbols that looked like his faction, which was golden-black.
"Are you an Autobot or a Deception?" Bumblebee asked.
Optimus gave him a look. He didn't want to jump into the quarry until later on, but Bumblebee was starting to think that this was getting slowed down with Optimus' caution.
The mech simply looked at him, once again not understanding.
"I do not know these tribes. I am called a Changer. That's all I've ever known."
Optimus nodded simply.
"You're electro. They're so many different colors and energies. "
"It is due to my function. I am Creator of many on my planet."
Optimus Prime nodded. He was trying to understand everything that the mech was explaining to him.
"Are you a Prime?" Optimus then asked.
"I really do not know what that means but I was a leader my faction."
Optimus looked at Bumblebee for a moment. The mech seemed nervous.
"Don't worry. This won't take much longer," Bumblebee said to Prophesier. He didn't like the idea of the mech becoming too nervous. He still might be able to do something to them, without realizing it.
"We just need to look into a few things."
"Yes." Optimus began again.
"We need to do a physical examination, before you can rest. Just so we have a complete understanding of each other."
The mech began to tense.
"What exactly do you plan on doing?" He wanted to know.
"My medic will examine you so we have more knowledge of the TransFormers you come from." At that, Prophesier began sputtering.
"No…no. I won't be examined or probed at!" He then shouted.
"Kay big guy, take it easy." Bumblebee said and held his hands out in front of him.
"They just want to make sure that everything is working right." Bumblebee was hoping that hearing his voice would calm the mech down, but so far, that didn't seem to be helping.
"No!" He shouted.
At that, the mech began thrashing around, but Optimus was able to hold him down long enough.
"Bumblebee get Ratchet now!"