It has been many cycles since my accident and I was finally released from Ratchet's ahem…caring servos. Prowl came to fetch me very quickly and asked if I was alright. Obviously Ratchet is a spectacular medic but while in his care I noticed many knocks at the door along with voices that definitely belonged to mechs many times. The voices often asked about coming in or complaining about an issue but Ratchet always turned them away. I did not understand why he would do that, what if those mechs needed help?

The medic often mumbled insults about them after they have left with the threat of having a wrench crushed on their helms.

He was odd.

But now that I was able to train, my mentor had to begin our lessons by irritating me.

Before anything my mentor told me rules and expectations that must be followed while I was under his instruction and care. No slacking off (Already a bad start), training will occur at the sun's first light, lessons in human terminology right after my training (Whatever that was), if Prowl is not present because of a mission I am still expected to train (Like I am going to get anywhere), never stay alone if I ever decide to venture into the rec room, do not follow any mechs anywhere unless Prowl, Optimus, Ratchet or Jazz tell me to, and the most important thing…..NEVER LEAVE THE BASE FOR ANY REASON.

He was sure to yell that one.

I wasn't sure why I wasn't allowed outside the walls but I didn't complain…I was used to confinement.

Now it was the first day of my official training and I think you can guess how this is going to turn out.

"Ok, let's start with something simple. Since it is obvious you cannot perform simple tasks like kicking drones or handling weaponry. What are you good at?"

Question of my life. Literally. What was I good at? Oh yes, getting in the way, injuring others in my vicinity, being lazy, making mistakes, injuring myself (by accident of course), and annoying everyone.

Great skill list Beat. Real Great.

"Well?"

"Uh….I'm good at punching!"

"As is anyone who is forced to punch something….What else?"

"I- I…..Oh I can keep logs really well!"

My mentor shook his helm and turned his back towards me. On my planet, that was a sign of rejection, why was he rejecting me? I have not asked for permission.

"Oh come now, with you living on Cybertron your whole life I am sure you were able to pick up a few useful things from the academy or the streets. Cybertron is now a planet where lessons are taught no matter what place."

Living on Cybertron? If only.

"No mentor. I never lived on Cybertron."

"No?"

Didn't he know? I only recently went to Cybertron when it was training season. Those were the Meta- Cycles where all of us lived and trained at the academy. When the season was over, I was sent back home. In honesty, I have never toured Cybertron. Ever. I have seen the beautiful lights of the Autobot Capital. Not as much of a light show as my home planet, but gorgeous nonetheless. When I arrived on planet, it was straight to the academy. After my time there was done, back home. No tours, no exploring…nothing.

"No. I go to the academy when training must begin. After it is done, I am sent back home."

"You have at least seen Cybertron beyond the academy walls correct?"

"No."

My mentor stared at me for the longest time, it made me uncomfortable. I looked to the wall so I would not have to burn under his gaze. "Why have they not let you out?"

"I am a danger to myself and others….or so the medics say. Windblade thought it would be best to keep me away from the outside. You know, just in case I ran into trouble."

Again he stared, again I turned to look at something else. He was probably judging me…It was expected. The only reason I was told that was because I have caused too many accidents. So many of the trainees are injured because of me, the threat of me hurting myself also poses an issue. "I see….get into a defensive position."

Already knowing what he meant, I slightly bent my knees and put up my balled up servos in front of my face. "Your servos are to high up, in order to properly attack your enemy you have to be able to see them."

Firmly but gently, my mentor placed my servos down just above my chest. Right below my helm. "With your servos placed in this position, it will make it easier for you to deliver an effective strike to your opponents face, neck, and chest."

Nodding my helm in understanding, I released my pose and stood to full height. (Which was nothing impressive. I'm short!) "Again."

Again? "Yes mentor." I did the same position but once again, I messed it up. "Lower your servos Beat."

I did but he kept saying it was wrong, how could I mess up a simple stance?!

After many failed attempts he placed my servos in the correct position and ordered me to not move an inch. If I did, I would be holding massive weights in each servo for many cycles. (I would not be doing that!)

As I stood there, I noticed that things were starting to get silent. I did not do silence! My frame began to slightly shake now that my nervousness was starting to set in. "Ment-"

"Focus Beat."

"But there is-"

"Beat…."

"I can't be-"

"Beat listen if you do not fol-"

Suddenly the doors to the training room slid open making me fall out of my position and Prowl turn around, a scowl attached to his faceplate. He looked angry for a moment, why? Was no one allowed in here?

"Jazz. What are you doing here? Can't you see I am in the middle of training?"

I craned my helm up and gaped at the figure leaning in the doorway. Smooth white armor combined with blue and black paint job had me speechless. Broad chest, strong legs to support his frame, well sculpted arms…it was as if Primus had built this mech with his own two servos. What really caught my attention was his visor. I know, many bots had them but this one was different. It seemed as if it were permanently attached to his faceplate. Did he have optics?

"Sup Prowler just came ta check out the guest Prime talked to us about."

Internally I melted as his voice filled my spark. So rich and deep….so….so….so…..mechly!

He stepped closer and I unknowingly shuddered as his fluent motions reached my mentor and I. Prowl kept a frown and the god like mech simply smiled. "You have seen, now leave."

Why in Primus was he kicking this mech out? Please let him stay! This would be my official first time of meeting another mech that was not Prowl or Ratchet. If the rest if this so called Team Prime looked like this, I would be a very happy femme. (Even if I did scare them away. At least I got to look at them.)

"Oh come on, just wanting to greet er. Hey there sweetspark, why would they send a cute little sparkling like yourself to train under a grump like Prowler ere?"

And the beauty I have just seen was shattered.

SPARKLING?!

I get that I look younger then I am but I'm no sparkling! The nerve.

"I am no sparkling!"

I balled up my servos in pure anger, in response he chuckled. Then his visor flashed on one side and he smirked, "I know, jus messin around."

"Oh…."

Is that how they play here? On my planet that is a form of disrespect and a challenge must be initiated. Ha not like I would want to start one, have you seen me? I'd get torn apart.

I was horribly misinformed of the ways Cybertronians behave; I have only seen hostile forms because well, that is what I got at the academy.

"What do they call ya?"

"B-ahem…They call me Beat."

Real smooth Beatster (Man I suck.)

"Hmmm Beat? I like that. I'm guessin yer a music lover?"

"Music?"

"Enough!"

Both of us turned to see Prowl glaring at us, "Jazz she has much training to do. Let us continue."

Jazz playfully put his servos up in surrender and backed away from us. "Don't be such a grouch Prowl, let loose. You do realize that eventually every single member of the team is going to end up seeing er right?"

My optics widened, what did he mean by that? Was I meant to be a secret?

"I know that Jazz but- Beat back into position- It isn't about that….I need her focused. Her time here is limited and if I don't get her to full potential, they'll kick her out of the Academy."

Getting back into position, I focused my attention on getting my servos in the right stance. My mentor wasn't wrong, if I did fail there was no hope of me becoming a Cyber Ninja. I would be kicked out and sent back home in a sparkbeat. In a way, that didn't sound so bad but I couldn't just give up and go home. My creators would be so disappointed in me. The last thing I want to do is fail them. Besides, this was my only way of getting to see Cybertron.

"Beat for the last time…Lower your servos!"

Are you serious?! Why was I still holding them incorrectly?! There was something wrong with me. What other reason could explain why I was such an idiot? Cursing myself, I put my servos below my optics and waited. When no response came, I assumed I finally got it right.

Hm, maybe there is hope for me after all.

"Beat, lower and do not curve your servos in so much."

Never mind.

Soon Jazz had gone because of some sort of work he needed to catch up on. I wanted him to stay, not out of affection but because he kept things interesting. Often distracting my Mentor long enough for me to catch a breath. But now that he was gone, I had no hope relaxing. For cycles upon cycles I stood in that stance. Every time I moved, another three cycles were added. At least they were not the weights.

"Hold your stance again."

Cords aching from the constant standing in single place, I slowly stood up from my crouched position and got into position. I could hardly stand, no refueling took place, no rest, no breaks…just constantly holding that same defensive position!

"Very good. Release."

Instead of simply releasing, I dropped to the floor like a rock and closed my optics. My nearly flat chest rose high due to my lack of strength. "How are you this exhausted? You have only taken a stance today. Clearly your former mentor was too easy on you."

No, he wasn't. He just gave up on me altogether.

I said nothing but lay there, optics still closed. He said that like I was nothing but a weakling! (I mean yeah I was but not that weak!) I was not unfit by the slightest, just clumsy and off balanced. I could still strike with a cyber blade….sure I would break something, nearly injure an instructor or myself but I could still hold it. That should say a lot, those things were not lightweight.

"Well time to get refueled. By this time mostly everyone has gone to recharge so you should be fine getting your energon."

My optics snapped open, what did he mean by that? Preparing to ask him I sat up and found the doors to the training room closing.

Wait.

He left me alone.

Oh Primus….

Oh Primus…

OH PRIMUS!

Carefully, I stood up in panic. Why would he leave me alone like that?! I did not know my way around just yet! Not only that but my legs were still in pain. How would I get back?

It was now clear.

I hated this place.