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Ratchet leaned back, observing his work with a critical optic. Their Decepticon prisoner was resting comfortably on a berth inside the cell. His energon reserves now at safe levels. The Autobot medic took in the battered form of the scout, rubbing his chin. He could buff out a lot of these wounds. His thoughts stopped as he observed the wounded Mech's mask. Ratchet reached out a servo, inching it toward the metal that covered Metalhead's faceplates. His digits barely touched the steel before he slowly retracted his servo, shaking his helm.

Ratchet was about to turn around and leave when his patient shot up and wrapped a servo around his neck cables, causing the medic to let out a strangled gasp. Metalhead was muttering something unintelligible, his optics where dimmed and unfocused. Ratchet realized the bot was still out cold, he must be having a braincore flux! The medic placed his servos on the scout's shoulders, before shaking him.

The ex-Con's optics focused on the medic, before they widened. Metalhead quickly released Ratchet before scrambling away whispering apologies. The Autobot looked flabbergasted, a Decepticon apologizing, the idea was ludicrous, but here they were. Ratchet lifted his servos in a nonthreatening manner, "It is quite alright, I have dealt with many that have suffered from nightmares. Tell me when did you start having them?"

Metalhead calmed down, before placing his helm in his servos, "Back during the war."

Ratchet guessed as much, he slowly pushed the scout down onto the berth, "Get some rest, I will give you a physical tomorrow."

The masked mech didn't question it, only nodded before falling back into a restless recharge. Ratchet got up and made his way out of the cell, before heading to the control room. It was late at night so everyone was recharging. The medic accessed the base's computer, digging into their files on the Cybertronian war. The CMO typed in Metalhead's name, watching as a file popped up. As he read, Ratchet's optics slightly widened. The Con scout was labeled an Autobot Sympathizer and was severely punished by Megatron himself. The medic dug deeper pulling out more information. Metalhead was Decepticon captain during the war, leading an elite team of shock troopers into the most dangerous and contested regions of the planet. He fought with the ferocity that Decepticons where known for. Ratchet's optics widened as he read a Decepticon report of the events leading up to Metalhead's punishment.

"We entered what we believed to be an Autobot armory. Wasn't that hard really, one Ion detonator and boom, we were in. We spread out through the building, quickly realizing that we were not in an armory. Heh It was an Autobot nursery; Sparklings were all over the place. We waited for the order to dispatch them but it never came. I looked over and the captain had frozen up, coward. One of the bots took a shot at a Sparkling and the cap went after us like a swarm of angry scraplets. I left immediately to go get Lord Megatron, and well you know the rest Soundwave. Can I leave now?"

Ratchet placed a servo over his faceplate, he remembered all too well of the massacre at the Iacon nursery. Metalhead had tried to save the Sparklings, for that he had the medic's respect. He heard metallic clangs, signaling someone approaching. Ratchet turned to see Optimus walking into the control room, the Autobot leader had an inquisitive look on his faceplates.

"Is there any news on our prisoner old friend?"

The CMO stepped out of the way and allowed the Prime to read what he had. Optimus did so and closed his optics in remembrance of the war, "It would seem that Metalhead's spark is in the right place, we will let him out of the cell tomorrow and keep him under close observation."

Ratchet nodded in understanding, before turning around to his work. Optimus bid his medic goodnight and went back to his quarters.

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Miko arrived at the Autobot base early in the morning, in fact the stars where still out by the time she got there. The teen was unsurprised that Ratchet was working, the bot never sleeps! The medic groused out a warning for the girl to stay quiet, which Miko begrudgingly agreed to do. After a minute of waiting the Japanese girl was bored, she wanted to see Metalhead. Making sure the medic wasn't paying attention Miko slipped away and ran towards the holding cell. She was concerned about the scout's health; she needed to see him for herself. As she made it to the cell she slipped through the steel bars, making her way over the berth. The cell's bed was strange, since it was on the floor. The Asian teen shrugged before climbing up her sleeping friend and sitting on his chassis.

"Hey Metalhead…Metaaaaalheeeeaaad." The girl whispered loudly.

The Mech's optics opened and widened as they focused on Miko, immediately coolant began dripping from his optics, causing the girl on his chassis to gasp in surprise. Unknown to Miko, Metalhead wasn't seeing his little human friend but the light pink sparkling that was crushed in front of him, "I'm sorry."

Miko tilted her head, "For what? You didn't do anything. What's wrong Metal?"

The Mech shook his helm, before gently taking the girl into his servo and sitting up, "Ah sorry, my mind is still a little foggy. What's up?"

The girl stared at the ex-con for a moment before smiling slightly, "I just wanted see if you were all right."

He chuckled slightly as he repositioned the teen to where she was sitting on the palm of his servo, "I'm still online so that's good. Let's hope your Autobot friends don't try to change that."

Despite the humor in his voice Miko frowned, remembering Arcee's actions against the scout. The Asian girl sighed before telling her friend about a movie she had seen recently, it involved zombies and a woman with a machine gun leg. The movie had a lot of cheese but Miko loved it anyway. Metalhead listened as the girl described the gore in detail, causing the Mech to wonder if she should be watching such things.

The two were so enamored in their conversation that neither one of them heard the cell door open. Miko widened her eyes when a very large cannon pressed against Metal's helm.

"Put her down, now." Bulkhead looked down at the con with extreme rage in his optics.

The scout gently placed the girl on the ground. Miko looked up at the Wrecker in anger, "Bulk what are you doing?!"

"Miko, come here now."

The teen was about to defy him when she felt a single digit push gently on her back. Miko looked up; Metalhead gave her a reassuring look with his optics, before turning his attention back to the angry Autobot. The teen hesitantly stepped behind Bulkhead. Metalhead was about to say something but was interrupted as a large servo slammed into his masked faceplate causing him to fall backwards with a surprised grunt.

"Stay away from Miko, Con."

The scout sat up, his red optics narrowed in a slight fit of anger, "Or what? You're going to scrap me?"

The large green bot growled placing his cannon under Metal's chin, "I'll do much worse than offline you. I'll rip out your spark chamber and make sure you're online to see me shove it down your fragging throat!"

Metalhead released a grating growl, "I'd like to see you try."

"Bulkhead, Metalhead stand down now."

Miko sighed in relief as the Prime walked in to diffuse the situation. The scout stood down immediately, directing his optics to the ground. Bulk kept his weapon trained on the ex-con until Optimus placed a servo on his shoulder. The Wrecker huffed before stomping out of the cell. Metalhead shook his helm at the blatant disrespect to the Prime.

Optimus looked down at the young female, "Miko what happened here?"

The spunky teen sat beside Metalhead and began to recount what had transpired minutes ago. Optimus nodded in understanding, "I will discuss this with Bulkhead at a later date. I came here to tell you we will be giving you free roam of the base, as long as you are accompanied by one of my Autobots. Now you are to report to Ratchet for your physical, I will escort you there."

The ex-Con gave a salute before gently picking up Miko and following the Prime out of the cell. As they passed different doors, Miko would tell Metal where each one lead. As she did this the scout looked at the Prime inquisitively, he made no move to stop the girl as she spilt the proverbial beans. They finally made it to the medic, who was fiddling around with a couple tools. Ratchet turned to regard his visitors, "Ah Metalhead, please stand over there on the X."

The masked Mech did so, before waiting for further instructions. Ratchet walked over with a scanner in his servo, "Please bring out your melee weapons."

Metalhead's servos where replaced with serrated swords in a flash. The medic looked them over carefully, looking for any problems, he then asked the scout to continuously change his servos. Ratchet observed the transformations carefully, "Alright, looks good, now do the same with your ranged weapons."

The swords where replaced by servos once more. Two spinning barrels appeared on his wrists, before they clicked and stopped, ready for use. Ratchet nodded in appreciation of the weapons, "Ah, these are neutron assault machine guns, very powerful."

Ratchet continued to observe the Mech as he transformed various parts of his frame.

"Alright, please remove your mask so I can finish up."

Metalhead hesitated, before sending a glance to Miko who was giving him an encouraging smile. The scout closed his optics before raising a servo to his mask. The medic and Prime widened their optics as the mask was moved away from the ex-Con's faceplate.

"By the Allspark." Ratchet took in Metal's faceplate, realizing that this was his punishment for defying Megatron. Ratchet did a quick check of the Mech's audio receptors and optics, "I could patch you up Metalhead, and you'd only have a few scars after some work."

The scout shook his helm in silence. The three in the room understood his refusal. The medic put away his tools before taking out a glass container filled with a clear liquid, "Well at least take this, it's a sedative. It will help you sleep, and it does a good job at keeping the braincore fluxes away."

Metalhead took the vial carefully in his servos, before thanking the medic quietly. Optimus turned to his old friend, "Ratchet would you please show Metalhead to his new quarters?"

The medic nodded before signaling for the scout to follow him. Metal picked up Miko and followed Ratchet through the corridors. They came to a normal looking room; it was bare besides a berth. Ratchet stayed near the door as Metal explored his quarters. Miko frowned as she took in the boring room, "Ugh, this place could use some…everything!"

XxX (Onboard the Nemesis)

Soundwave approached his master, a set of coordinates on his visor. Megatron observed the information "Is this accurate Soundwave?" A slight nod was the mute Mech's response. The Decepticon leader chuckled darkly, "Then we better prepare for some guests."

The coordinates on Soundwave's visor disappeared. The location of the coordinates? The planet Venus. What warrants the Decepticon's attention? Simple, a Decepticon beacon was transmitting from the planet's surface. Long ago Megatron had sent a large force of his own army into hiding, where they decided to hide even he didn't know. This army is large enough to easily take over a planet, and now Megatron knows where they are.

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