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Fractures
Chapter 2 - Impact
Ratchet paced in front of Haphazard, thinking. What the slag was he meant to do; that symbol was branded so deeply into her spark casing he doubted it could be filled in or ground out without killing her and he could tell it wasn't recent either.
"You're going to need to tell me how this happened." She jumped off the table.
"Why? I'm trying to get rid of it,"she screeched, panic evident in her voice. "I don't want everyone else knowing about it." She stood, quaking hard enough that small components were rattling.
"This would not leave my vocal unit unless you wished it." She held her head walking in small circles.
"No, no, no, no it hurts so, I don't know what to do, I don't even have a purpose."
"Why were you branded?" She stopped groaning.
"He hates me, I don't know, Megatron said I was his and would be till I'm deactivated. But I'm not, I won't be controlled." She continued to rant for an hour before Ratchet finally made her stop, by which time she'd already set several claw marks in a bench and dented the top.
"You need to recharge," he sighed, "and you need to be calm. I would rather you do not cause yourself damage." She nodded, still shaking, although the rattling had stopped.
"Where do I stay?" she asked, half heartedly looking towards the door as her claws flexed and retracted.
"Stay in the medical bay for now. I'll keep watch over you." She nodded gratefully and lay on the table. She moved fitfully, trying to feel comfortable, for the next 2 breems Ratchet waited for her to fall into recharge before going into his office and keeping an eye on her through the monitors, and started running deep system scans.
Partway through her recharge, she moved off the berth to wedge herself between a bench and a wall, the cannon resting on her knee; uncharged but ready none the less.
5 cycles later, as she shimmied out from the tight space and stretched her joints, Ratchet came out of his work room; he would have preferred to have a good recharge but her mental state worried him.
"You may wish to connect to the world wide web, to master human speech and behaviours." She sat down again on the bench and began processing the information from the internet. She would pause on occasion to question him and go back to the net, optics dull as she did so.
A resonating knock sounded on the locked doors. Ratchet opened them to Optimus who looked over at Haphazard quickly.
"Were the repairs more troublesome that you believed?" he asked.
"Haphazard went into recharge while I was making the repairs." Optimus nodded, he could see her dull optics, as she stood, slowly blinking at Optimus. Not expecting him to be there, she gave a short bow avoiding any optical contact.
"Ironhide wants to begin your weapons training." She nodded and followed him down into the lower part of the base.
The doors were open and Ironhide watched her movements, trying to decide on the best style of training. Optimus led Haphazard in and left;
he would watch from the monitors in his office to see the Autobot's potential.
"First we're gonna see what your targeting is like." He made her stand on the mark. "You can't leave the circle or else you fail; understood.?" She nodded, both cannons out and ready to attack.
"The targets will be all shapes and sizes, and they will come at you from all angles. You have to get rid of them ASAP,You'll be hit with low level radiation tags and we'll see how much damage you'd have taken after the rounds finish." Haphazard discovered Ironhide wasn't kidding when he said they'd come from all angles. After 10 minuets Ironhide stopped the attacks and told her to stand still as he ran the scan.
"That has to be some of the worst targeting I've seen in along time," Haphazard would have been long dead if it was full on fight. massive trauma to her chest armour, sides and shoulders. "How did you ever survive on Cybertron?"Haphazard merely shrugged.
"Just did." Ironhide was still shaking his head.
"Did you even use your targeting systems?"
"I don't have any." He didn't reply after that, instead they tested weapons strength and armour. After the tests he called in Ratchet.
"I need to speak to Optimus, can you give a tour?" Ratchet shrugged, less than enthusiastic at the prospect but complied. He showed her around the lower base first; showing rec rooms, fitted with a tv large even by Autobot standards and a couch sized for the Autobots, as well as desks with human sized computers and chairs.
Ratchet noticed how distracted she was.
"If anyone is to help you, you need to speak up." She jumped slightly.
"I finally found somewhere I might fit in, but only one person doesn't believed I'm a Decepticon."
"Optimus and Ironhide don't believe you're a Decepticon."
"If you say so." They had headed up towards the communications room when a bellow echoed down the hall.
"But Optimus he is useless."
"I've told you Ironhide." It was Haphazard who flinched and made a strangled sound in her vocal processor.
"He has no targeting systems, its armours is weak at best and those cannons will barely dent a Decepticon, what more proff do ya need" Ironhide bellowed out again Ratchet looked livid as he strode off purposely round the corner to sort out Ironhide.
Haphazard thought 'Wonderful not only are they convinced I am a Decepticon but I'm a weak one at that.'
She headed in the opposite direction determined to prove Ironhide wrong. Bumblebee was entering base when he heard the argument.
What concerned him more was the dull sheen in Haphazard's optics as she headed into the lower part of the base.
In the training room she was reprogramming the drone to have the same impact as Ironhide. The shots would have live ammunition, and it wouldn't stop after 10 minuets.
"I'll prove I'm not weak," she said, determinedly. "I'll prove I can beat Decepticons."
Ratchet pushed the door open to Optimus Prime's office.
"Ironhide you're beginning to sound like a Decepticon," Ratchet snarled, Ironhide looked at his long-time friend and medic, annoyed. "Do you even have any idea of how old she is?"
"Ratchet did you just say 'she'?" Optimus looked mildly surprised at the idea.
"Yes, she."
Ironhide schooled his features for a neutral expression. This had little effect in detouring the snarling medic.
"I didn't know that."
"Haphazard has managed to convince herself that you believe she's a Decepticon!" Ratchet growled.
"But she should have told us," Ironhide grumbled. "you don't even get a faction when ya scann her."
"It would have been helpful." Optimus said. "How old is she Ratchet?"
"From what I can determine, not much older than 270 Vorns." Ironhide gulped. She was hardly past being a sparkling, and was close to the equivalent of a human teenager,
"Are you certain Ratchet?"
"Yes, she hasn't had a final upgrade yet." An alarm sounded, and the monitors showed it came from the training room, just as the strained voice of Bumblebee came across the speakers along with gunfire.
"I could use some help here, 'Hazard's reprogrammed the training unit!"
They came to the training room at a full run, weapons out and ready to battle the drone.
It was focused solely on Haphazard. She ducked out the way of its blasts as Bumblebee tried to distract it, Ironhide shot it twice before Optimus tackled it, keeping it pressed to the ground.
Ratchet grumbled as he sought to shut it down, his fingers flying over the keys. As he began to reprogram it, it fired off a blast catching her in the chest. She doubled over as a few tiny sparks jumped across her frame; Optimus growled and ripped a cable out of the drone's neck, making it sputter and collapse.
Ratchet ignored the console and scanned her, making her sit back looking at the damage to her chest.
"You are one of the silliest Autobots I've come across." he muttered, surveying the damage. The sparks were coming from a pair of snapped cables, the outer plates had small chips and a large dent from the impact, and the smaller plates that were normally visible lower down had slid up, interlocking to form a heavy shield around her spark.
Ironhide stood over her, looking down at the smaller Autobot.
"You need to stop being so reckless," crouching down as his hydraulics complained at the position. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
She winced as Ratchet finished on the wires and pulled her upright.
"No, just living up to my name." Bumblebee shook his head as she was dragged off the medbay.
"Next time, we think of a name that doesn't involve a reckless nature." Optimus commented.
"Even if it's fitting?" Bumblebee piped up, earning a huff from Ironhide.
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