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The first things I notice when walking into the medbay were the giant tools. I stared skeptically at them as flashbacks of the scientists, the experiments, and the labs filled my mind. Optimus seemed to notice this and held me closer to his chest and used his extra servo to block my view of the tools

"Do not worry Phoenix, those tools are rarely used." I sighed

"I'm sorry Optimus." He looked down at me with concerning optics "I was chased, caught, and experimented in by various scientists who had the giant surgical tools." He continued to look at me sadly with a hint of anger. "That's also the reason I have scars."

"Scars?" Optimus asked. He looked to Ratchet and silently asked for an answer

"According to human terms scars are a mark left on the skin or within body tissue where a wound, burn, or sore has not healed completely and fibrous connective tissue has developed." Ratchet vented

"May I…" Optimus started

"What?" I asked

"May I see?" He finished. I sighed and lifted my shirt high enough so he could see the scars all over my stomach. He stared at the scar that stretched across my stomach. He ran his digits over it. He touched it ever so slightly. I shivered from the touch. "Are there any others?" He asked hesitantly. I nodded and showed him the ones that stretched across the base of my wings and the ones all over my arms. "Who did this? Do you have any knowledge of them?"

"A group of masked men that go by the name MECH. I tried to defend myself but just got beaten for it." Tears started to come to my eyes and I struggled to keep them in "They electrocuted me till I passed out. And still even when I was passed out the beat me. They would cut and bend my wings then cut me open to see how I operate." My voice was shaking from trying to hold the tears back. There was a sudden red light that came over me that made me jump. I looked up at Optimus in alarm.

"Fear not. That was just Ratchet's medical scanner." I looked away from Optimus' comforting expression towards Ratchet. He started to scan me again. I lifted my hands above my head to try and block it but the light never touched me. I looked at Ratchet who had an expression of fear and shock. I looked at my arms where my blades had come out.

"Sorry… Instinct" I looked down

"I was unaware you were armed." Optimus said as he studied my blades

"It's ummm… only when I am threatened." I said slowly looking up to him "I also have guns."

"You have firearms?" Ratchet asked "May I see them?" I sighed knowing the answer

"I can't transform them out unless I am threatened." I saw Optimus think a minute before setting me down

"If it is okay with you, I am going to become a potential threat."

"It's fine." I answered. He backed up and pulled out his guns. Within a second mine were drawn and pointed to his spark chamber. I looked at him instantly calming. Ratchet walked over and examined my guns.

"Those are energon infusion blasters!" Ratchet nearly yelled "I didn't know you could have those!"

"I think we are getting off topic." I started "Ratchet you were going to tell me what I am." I looked at him. He vented and looked at my blasters once more before I put them away

"According to our archives you seem to be a techno organic. One species that must not fall into the hands of the Decepticons."