HELLO!!!!! Sorry for the lateness! I've bee stuck with classes and then I got sick! I even had to be admitted to the hospital so... sorry!

Okay, a few things before you can start. One, this chapter contains a lot of information. Two, this is before Ultra Magnus's meeting with Ratchet, and three... I edited all the other chapters, fixed stuff that were messed up and changed a few things. Just to let you know that =D

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astrosecond: Cybertronian .498 Earth seconds

breem: Cybertronian 8.3 Earth minutes

cycle: Cybertronian Earth hour

megacycle: 12 Earth hour

klick: Cybertronian: Cybertronian Earth minute

nano-klick: Cybertronian Earth second

jour: Cybertronian Earth day

orn: Cybertronian 13 Earth days

vorn: Cybertronian 83 Earth years

solar cycle: Cybertronian Earth years


This was one of the times where Orion wished he wasn't head of sphere. Sure it had it's perks and all. You always had an excuse for being late to any class, you could leave in the middle of it for 'duties', and nobot had the right to bully, insult or assault you. After all, you gained the position through vote. And his whole sphere had voted for him. At first he had been ecstatic for the trust and admiration they all showed in him. That was until he had learned about the 'duties'.

One of them, was regular meetings for all the head of spheres way too early for his liking, where they would discuss how things were going, who was giving too much trouble and the ways to deal with it, future activities and events, all in all, they ran the spheres.

The spheres were different worlds all together. Some could be violent, some could be full of smart and calm mechs, others had some of everything and others were looked down upon. They all had different traditions, different codes, rules, beliefs. The existence of the spheres had been one of the reasons for the numerous gangs that had appeared. Many of these 'worlds' were based on one thing and one thing alone. Loyalty.

In other words, 'mess with one of us, mess with all of us'. This was also one of the reasons why it was so rare to see bots from different spheres together. It wasn't that it was prohibited or seen as something bad. It was just that the groups were so tight that they didn't see the need to leave their bubble of comfort, of familiarity. Some spheres even shared the same classes together but they didn't necessarily interact outside them.

Orion sighed. His sphere was difficult to handle. Not because the bots in it were trouble makers or violent. Though they did exist. But because he 'controlled' the last sphere, the one full of bots in their fourth frame. This meant, they had all been taken from their original sphere as soon as they reached adulthood and into his sphere where they would do deep studying and more advanced courses. It was also where they would answer their calling.

Right now there were thirteen spheres. Each had up to a thousand bots, some even more.

Ultra Magnus was head of the first sphere, since this was were the bots that were only now gaining access to education were and weren't mature enough to pick a leader amongst themselves. Many pitied him for the though job. But hey, nobot wanted to take his place.

The second sphere was led by Nightbeat, a tough, street-hardened mech with great love for puzzles and mystery. Always on the look out for the causes of any problems or suspicious activities, he helped Magnus enormously keeping track of the mechs in his and other sphere's activities and reporting to him. He helped keep a certain order to the bots. He was destined to be a great detective when he received his fourth frame. His only defect, one could say, was that he was not above resorting to dirty tricks in order to further his investigations, and sometimes, it showed.

One of the most ancient and wise mech was head of the third sphere. A gentle and exotic mech called Kup. He was a history teacher, one everybot loved. His talent for story telling and teaching had bots from every sphere want to be in one of his classes. It was rumored that he had been online before the school had been created.

The forth sphere was run by Hot Spot, a very young and good mech. Hot Shot always aimed to help others in anyway. He was studying rescue courses and most bots in his spheres were all taking courses related to 'assisting society'. This mainly meant they their classes were related to medicine, search and rescue and any course that would later serve to assist others. His brothers were all in his sphere and helped him check up on the most troublesome bots.

Onslaught, a strategist, ran the fifth sphere. He wasn't liked by many, but since one of his brothers was still in his third frame and had a lot of 'power' amongst the younglings, he had managed to blackmail most of the bots in his sphere to choose his brother as 'head'.

The sixth sphere was controlled by the troublemaker Sidesway. Magnus had no idea how this mech had managed to gain the title of 'head', but it hadn't been a total chaos as he had thought it would be. Sideways had incredibly turned out to be a reliable leader. He didn't feel loyalty as strongly as any other bot would, but he didn't like others messing with his 'reign', so using his skills to manipulate others, he always managed to confuse his opponents and mislead them into traps set by himself that would get them into a lot of trouble with Magnus and the board. In other words, his twisted personality brought chaos to others.

A gentle and polite mech called Miststream, was in charge of running the seventh sphere. He was one of the science teachers specialized in circuitry. Magnus didn't know how the pacific mech managed to do anything as head as he was somewhat of a pushover.

Now here was a mech that Ultra Magnus didn't trust or even like. But as director, he had no place in making his opinions known of even act on them. Shockwave, teacher and head of the eighth sphere, was a cold and indifferent mech. His sphere was full of either, very violent or uncaring bots. Shockwave believed in one thing and one thing only. Logic. It practically dictated his entire life. One of the reasons that he let the bots under his control run loose, was because he said that it was logical for younglings to seek means to vent off their useless emotions. What Magnus hated the most about the mech, was that he always had his own agenda, many times not showing for work, or leaving in the middle of it to go do Primus knew what. When that happened, he would leave his number one student Soundwave in charge of his classes which annoyed Magnus to no end.

The ninth sphere was full of the 'popular' bots. Jib, their head, was a very loved bot. He was one of the most popular younglings in the school. Probably second to a mech named Jazz. If there was something the bots in the ninth sphere were good at, were good shows, parties and any kind of creative event. Most of them were show-offs but they were more interested in being known by all and having fun then causing problems or being violent. It was an easy going sphere with much fun and games, much to Magnus horror. Those bots never took studying seriously.

Magnus didn't know how it happened. They wasn't even supposed to have been an 'election' for a new head. But somehow, Wheeljack, the new teacher had become head of the tenth sphere. The director was at first scared for the youngling's safety. After all, no matter how nice and friendly the engineer was, a head that blew himself up along some of the student was kinda dangerous. But the students loved him and his sphere was full of very calm and gentle bots, so he guessed there wasn't any problems. Key word being 'guessed'.

The eleventh sphere was very, if not, the most violent. Most of the gang fights were started or finished by the bots in it. Their leader was a very violent and indifferent mech named Cutthroat. Magnus hadn't wanted to give him the title of head. But it had been by vote and there had been nothing he could do.

Now here was a reliable mech. Skyfire, head of both the science department and head of the twelfth sphere was a gentle spark. He hated violence and aimed to correct by example. The bots in his sphere were rather calm but there were a few exceptions that were sometime a metal thorn in his side. But the students respected him and Skyfire always looked to make the bots in his sphere do everything with joy and never complaining about difficulties.

The last sphere was were Orion found himself. As said before, he took care of the newly framed bots that felt lost and vulnerable leaving the safe haven that was until recently, their spheres. Orion helped them adapt to another world, where they had to interact with bots they might not have ever talked to if they hadn't been taken from their small worlds. It was hard as many suffered the change, but Magnus was proud of Orion. He was a true leader, always referring to the bots with kindness, gentleness and patience. Magnus had no doubt that the mech would one jour become someone important with an important role in life.

Orion sighed. This meeting had been going on for cycles. There were only two more topics in the agenda.

"Onslaught." Called Magnus to the bot that seemed to have dozed off at some point. Not that Orion blamed him.

"Yes sir?"

"Have you told Prowl about the change of sphere?"

"Yes, just before class started, tomorrow he will report to Shockwave's classroom for his first class. Then, a bot from his new sphere, the eleventh, will escort him to the sphere's common room to meet the head, Cutthroat."

"Huh?" Came the groggy response from a dark red and purple mech.

"Cutthroat, " Started Magnus with a sigh. "You do remember that there will be a new bot in your sphere right?"

"Oh... yeah well, whatever." And with that, the mech went back into recharge.

Magnus controlled himself from doing something rash, like throwing something at the youngling.

"I still do not see why we have granted this bot a change." Spoke up Sideway from his place sprawled over the table. "So he's a little more talented then the others, big deal."

"Sideways, Prowl has already passed every test and course that my sphere will ever learn. There is nothing more for him to do here. The eleventh sphere is more challenging, more extreme." Miststream intervened, trying to defend the mech that until now had been under his care.

"But it's never been done before!" Sideways said angered glaring at the orange mech. He was a mech that liked tradition, and there was no record in their history that dictated a change of sphere, aside from that of the thirteenth.

"And what, do you suggest we do?" Skyfire asked. "Kick him out of the school still in his third frame?"

Sideways glared at the teacher, but said nothing.

"But, I'm worried about how he'll adapt. He's very quiet and doesn't like to be the center of attention or be bothered. Plus, he's peaceful and calm and doesn't like resorting to violence. Must it be the eleventh sphere?" Mistream asked Magnus, worry clear in his optics.

Magnus sighed.

"What's wrong with me sphere?" Demanded a now very awake Cutthroat.

"Well for one," Intervened Wheeljack "I hear it's very violent. I've had the honor of teaching the youngling, I don't think he'll like you sphere Cutthroat, no offense." He said cheerfully, ear fins glowing.

"Yes, that is my main worry." The head of the seventh sphere said.

"Well, if the mech ain't' strong enough to survive my sphere then he clearly don't belong there!"

Onslaught smirked, if his plan worked, he wouldn't be there too long. Genius he may be, but he wasn't a fighter.

"This isn't about survival, Cutthroat." Orion said a little angry. "The younglings are here to obtain education, not fighting experience."

Cutthroat snorted.

"Miststream, you will still remain as Prowls confident and may see him when you wish, the same goes for him. Just because he is moving from his sphere doesn't mean he'll cut all ties. And yes, it must be that sphere because it is the one with the most advanced tactical simulation programs."

The orange bot said nothing but the worry was still there. He'd see to it that Prowl was treated alright in his new sphere. He planned on visiting the youngling when ever he could.

"Alright, now that that is settled, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that starting from today, we have a new med bot."

Surprised gasps and outraged yells erupted from the bots in the room.

"What?! You've got to be kidding me?" Said Sideways.

"Oh finally, I was getting worried we wouldn't be able to care for the younglings if..." Skyfire said relived.

Jib laughed. "Now we have somewhere to send the teachers that can't stand the high volumes of music, I remember the other jour..."

Hot Spot looked worried. "I hope he's a kind bot that actually knows how to heal..."

Wheeljack stayed silent, silently enjoying the attention his friend was receiving, be it good or bad. Oh when the mechs found out who he was, some were gonna have a spark attack. The engineer giggled to himself.

Cutthroat looked giddy if not amused. "Oh goody, fresh energon."

"Another incompetent fool has come here?" Shockwave asked to nobot in particular.

"This one better be good..." Nighbeat said to himself.

"He's not like the last one or Mendless right?" Miststream asked.

"What are you mechs complaining about? This is good news!" Kup jumped in.

"Kup is right." Orion intervened, his sudden interaction startling some of the mechs. "The last med bot was a sprakless mech that filled the younglings sparks with fear, but from Magnus has told me, this mech is different, very different."

The present looked at Ultra Magnus, some doubtful, some curious and some relieved. Wheeljack shot Orion a thankful look.

"Yes, I'm sure some of you know the designation Ratchet."

Again the room was filled by the bots talking one over the other.

"You're kidding! HE'S here!?!?"

"Ratchet? Who's that?"

"You mean you don't know!?"

"Primus! I can't believe such a bot is here of all-"

"Isn't he from the Upper Levels?"

Magnus had had it. It was getting late and said med bot would probably be arriving soon.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled. "Yes, for those of you who don't know..." He shot Cutthroat a look." Ratchet is a very famous med bot in the Upper Levels..."

"How did an Upper Leveler end up here?" Sideways asked before Magnus could continue.

"He was, is, and always will be a Lower Leveler."

Some bots looked surprised by this information.

"I'm sure you all know about the pandemic that hit Cybertron millions of vorns ago." At the bot's nod he continued. "Ratchet was the mech that found the cure, and he was just a sparkling."

"WHAT!? " Cried some mechs.

"Wait, how old is he?" Asked Cutthroat.

"He hasn't left his third frame yet." Wheeljack intervened happily.

"WHAT!?"

"Wait, why are you so happy?" Jib asked.

Wheeljack continued to giggle before answering. "Well, Ratchet's my very good friend."

"WHAT!?!?!?!"

Orion sighed. The mechs could be such sparklings at times. "Wheeljack and Ratchet are both Lower Levelers, they went to the Upper Levels together where they studied their respective callings."

The engineer looked surprised that Orion knew this and shot him a confused look, which the red and blue mech caught.

"Not all of us are blinded from the outside world." He said. Many of the mechs ducked their helms in shame at the simple yet heavy words.

"He will be performing as CMO and I expect all of you to inform your spheres about him. Gentlemechs, I do not want to hear of bots harassing the medic on his first jour with us." The last was said as he glared at Kup's direction.

The history teacher put his servos up in defense. "Hey, I'll tell the twins and even threaten them if you want. That doesn't mean anything and you know it."

Several mech laughed at that. The twin terrors were famous around the school. Some of their pranks were legends and many waited for the next spectacle against whatever clueless bot they chose.

"Just, try and get them to at least meet the mech before they try to offline him." Magnus pleaded, a tired sigh escaping him.

With that, Magnus called the meeting to an end and every mech left to their own common room to wait for class to start.


Orion walked through the dimly lit corridors towards the thirteenths common room. It was a large chamber with tables, chairs and even sofas were the bots could relax. It served both as a rec. room and library, the walls full of data pads. Many bots stayed in there to study, skip class or hide in. The common rooms for all the spheres were also were you could fin any bot trying to not have to go back home.

Orion sighed. It would probably be empty as there were a few cycles before the classes started. Magnus was on his way to meet the new CMO and debrief him on the going ons of the school. Though he had no doubt that Wheeljack had told him plenty.

It had surprised him a lot when they heard the news that Wheeljack was going to be a teacher in their school. Not only that, they were all surprised to hear that someone from the Upper Levels had actually set foot in the Lower Levels. It didn't matter that he was a Lower Leveler. One would think that seeing the wealth and commodity of the 'upper society', one wouldn't want to leave.

When Orion first met the engineer/mechanic's teacher, he had thought he would meet a stuck up with a superiority complex. But he had been wrong. Oh how wrong had he been. Wheeljack was, for no other word... normal. If not a bit eccentric and ... explosive. He still remembered his first meeting with him. It had ended with both of them in them med bay, where Wheeljack learned the truth behind the fear in the optics of the younglings when the word med bay was said. The engineer had been so shocked at the brutality Mendless and the then CMO Breaker had shown when fixing them both up, that he had stayed silent through out the whole thing.

After that, Wheeljack had started ranting about how it was unacceptable for those two mechs to be allowed anywhere near a medical tool and starter mumbling about telling his 'friend' about it all. Orion had been amused and glad for the concern the other showed.

Reaching the common room on the ninth floor in the west wing, he checked his chronometer. He was always surprised by how long it took him to go from the meeting room to this side of the school. Exactly ten breems. The school was divided into four wings. The north, south, east and west wing. The north and south were where the spheres one to six were, and in the east and west wings were the spheres from seven to thirteen. There were three more buildings surrounding the school. One, was the med bay, the other two were the training grounds. The two of them together were almost as big as the school. It was amazing how they were still standing. Training classes were the only ones the younglings ever took seriously. It was serious fun, as his friend Ironhide always said. Once inside, he picked one of the lone sofas near a window at the back of the room. There wasn't anything to see. Ruins among ruins and pure darkness was all he could see. It was depressing. He longed to see the stars. He had only seen then in holo-vids and even then they had been beautiful to his optics.

Orion shook his head at that thought. It was a Primus-sent gift that that mech was actually a kind spark bot under all that bad ass fiasco, or many bots would be offlined.

::Orion!::

::Yes Ironhide?:: Responded Orion into his comm. link.

::Finally finished with the meeting? How it'd go?:: Was he laughing? Orion groaned.

::Everything I told you was talked about, and no, I did not ask for real live simulation programs for training.::

:: Ya're no fun Orion, ya know that right.:: He responded with a pout.

::When are you coming? Or do you intent on skipping... again?::

::Nah, I'll go, but when it's actually time to go. I can't believe the hour you guys meet, five cycles before the bell rings? Primus, I wouldn't want you job.:: Laughed Ironhide.

::And I suppose that is way you voted for me when some of the others voted for you.:: Orion asked with rebuke.

::Please, I can do many things, an early wake up is not one of them. I get cranky, and you know that when I get cranky, things get blown away::

Orion sighed. ::I'll meet you when you come, I'm tired and going to rest till classes start. Don't bother me until then.::

There was silence on the other side of the comm-link. ::Are you still thinking about it?:

::About what?::

:You know what I'm talking about. You're always this... moody around this time.::

::Well of course! Today is his creation date!:: He responded surprised that the other even had to ask.

Ironhide sighed. ::You have to let go Orion, how many centuries have passed?::

::Not enough.:: Came the dry reply.

::Fine, go get some rest, I'll meet you before class.::

With that, they both closed their comm-links. Leaning back into the sofa, he off-lined his optics and tried to get some rest, the image of a certain sparkling hunting his dreams.


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