Hi again!
If you couldn't tell, I've been posting every day, lol. My wish is to keep you followers from having to wait very long. However, this is the last part I wrote having already been saved in my documents, so from now on, posting will be a bit slower, for I'm going to be having to find time to write currently.

Anyway, I will still keep them frequent! I'd also like to add, that the name Megatron is mentioned in this part, as being deceased... and yes, I'm aware that's not true to the currentness of the series, but these parts are old and I didn't want to change them all up. So! With that reminder now I'm finished!

Read on...


Starry Surprise

pt7

Ratchet rested his limbs for a moment by withdrawing from the operation table and standing in silence, closing his optics. He had been working six human hours, non stop. Even with advanced cybertronian technology, it took time to execute the prestigious task of spark chamber work. Elita One's life force, her very being, was now implanted within her chamber, but though it glowed brightly, she had not awakened. She needed a jump start so to speak, a power pulsed with a strong current into her body. Ratchet sighed heavily just as Optimus Prime stirred. He had been in recharge after Ratchet completed the patch work on the leader's torso. Optimus grunted as his processor registered the still sore pain that coursed through his side.

"Uhh, Ratchet..." he began slowly, sounding tired despite the fact he had just been recharging for four hours. Ratchet opened his optics quickly.

"How are you feeling Optimus?" Ratchet inquired. It was late into the night. The children had been taken home and the other Autobots were in recharge. The still beaming over head light system was the only source of light in the dark and quiet base. Optimus moaned and attempted to lean up on the platform directly across from Elita One's still lifeless body.

"My systems are considerably better. Thank you Ratchet," Optimus replied after a moment. Shortly after, Optimus was able to bring his legs down from the platform and sit strait up on his own. He let his optics adjust to the room's dimness then settled them onto Elita One's body.

"How is she?" Optimus asked, wondering if Ratchet had succeeded.

"She...well. I have the spark successfully transferred into her chamber, but she has not yet taken life. I have calculated that all she needs now is a jump start. By hooking her up to a power source, we can circulate through her systems. Similar to a second birth," Ratchet concluded. Optimus contemplated on this.

"Will her memories still be in tact?" Optimus inquired finally.

"Yes, unless Starscream did something to the spark while in Decepticon hands," Ratchet replied. Optimus blinked, thinking further.

"What power source will you use?" Optimus asked.

"I don't know, the generator won't work for this purpose. I'm thinking it will require a spark jump from another bot, but the consequences could result in considerable power loss from the volunteer. Though, I'm not sure if it would result in going off line," Ratchet finished, working with a few cables that he had kept attached to Elita's body during the operation.

"I will do it, Ratchet," Optimus said suddenly. Optimus's mind was tortured. What if Elita One wasn't the same when she came to life? What if she had forgotten everything? What would he do then? He refused to follow that line of thought too far, because he found that it disturbed him greatly.

"I thought you might say that," Ratchet sighed, beginning to ready the cables, knowing once Optimus had his mind set, he would not be swayed. Ratchet then proceeded to hook Optimus Prime's own chest up to Elita One's. Prime tried not to be troubled by what would happen in the next set of minutes, but he could not deny the anxiety that rose in his spark. He suffered to retain it. He did not want those emotions to channel into Elita One and have them be her first bitter feelings once she awoke. After the next few minutes or so Ratchet was prepared.

"Alright, Optimus, are you ready?" the medic inquired, holding one last wire close to the Prime's chest. Optimus nodded.

"Affirmative," Prime replied, he sighed once and Ratchet attached the last cable, carefully to Optimus Prime's chamber. Almost immediately, a rush of blue power filtered through the tubes, channeling to Elita One's lifeless body where the cables were placed. Optimus could not feel any pain, and he didn't feel like he was becoming weak until thirty seconds had past. Ratchet could see Optimus was growing tired. But then, both of their attention was brought to the body of Elita One. Her body was now glowing with life and Optimus used what strength he could to witness the opening of her optics. Intense impatience gripped his spark when finally, her optics flashed open. That soft, crystal blue glow that had become so familiar to Optimus now stirred his spark. Elita One lay unmoving, that was, until she blinked. Ratchet quickly began releasing the cables from Optimus's spark and Elita's. It was fast, hard work but Ratchet finished before Elita One had made a peep. Optimus became relieved and sighed heavily, standing, though clumsily, from the platform. Elita One's eyes dilated and she blinked a few more times before they swung from side to side of the ceiling in perplexity.

"Where am I?" she asked out loud.

"With friends," Optimus replied. His voice brought a flash of recognition to the femme and her eyes darted over to meet the source of this voice. The sight of Optimus Prime was enough to enlighten Elita One's eyes twice as bright as before and a smile flitted across her face.

"Optimus..." her voice was so soft but powerful at the same time. Optimus's spark jumped, knowing now that she remembered him, and all was well with her.

"How...how did you find me?" she asked, lifting her back from the platform. She was slightly weak, and Optimus supported her with a reassuring hand.

"It's a long story," Ratchet chuckled.

"But one I will not hesitate in explaining to you," Optimus promised her with a smile. For a moment, and a moment too short, Optimus realized in Elita's gaze something he hadn't before; what it was he couldn't distinguish but he wanted to know. But in a flash it was gone, and replaced with what he could distinguish as worry and fear.

"Wait, is the war over?" she asked suddenly. Optimus slowly shook his head.

"No, it is not. But Megatron does no longer live," he answered.

"I should not be out of stasis. Optimus, what have you done?" Elita inquired. Optimus was startled. Instead of feeling thanked he felt opposed. Why?

"Elita One, I don't understand," he said.

"I was sentenced and forbidden out of stasis until the end of the war. My spark power, it is too dangerous if used in Decepticon hands. If they learn of me..."

"They already have. Your body in stasis was found by a bounty hunter and brought to Starscream, the newly appointed leader of the Decepticons. He extracted your spark for your power, and it was I and my Autobot squad here that recovered you. Through Ratchet we were able to bring you back online," Optimus interjected. Elita One's face of worry grew wearier.

"So now, I am ruined. This is not what the Ancients intended," Elita sighed. Optimus was looking at the femme sadly with concern.

"I'm sorry and I know your pain. I too have suffered with similar disappointments through this war," he confessed, looking down. It was then that Elita realized she had completely disregarded the fact that Optimus had rescued her and successfully kept her power from falling into the wrong hands.

"Optimus, I am greatly indebted to you," Elita said softly, looking up at him in gratitude. He looked up at her, slightly comforted.

"I was doing my duty as an Autobot," Prime replied. Elita gently placed a hand on his.

"Even so, you saved my life. I don't take that fact lightly, no matter how regular that duty is to you," she smiled a soft genuine smile and a strange new feeling swelled inside Optimus Prime's spark. He blinked and looked away to suppress his surprise at this new emotion. It was like nothing he had felt before. It surprised and scared him.

"Optimus, despite what you think, or feel, your system power is low and you need to recharge," Ratchet cut in. Optimus didn't take his optics from Elita's but he did acknowledge Ratchet's concern.

"I understand friend," Optimus answered, "And you yourself should be getting into recharge," he returned to the medic.

"Yes sir," Ratchet replied.

Optimus and Elita One nodded then the medic headed off for his room. Optimus gestured Elita One to follow him. She did and presently conversation ensued.

"So what base are we at?" Elita inquired.

"It is a new base, which we secured on a planet called Earth. Here we have small organic friends called humans and a different set of rules we must maintain. I shall go through the details with you in the morning but for now, you can recharge in here," Optimus motioned towards an empty recharge room and Elita smiled. She didn't feel ready to go into sleep yet, considering she was finally awake from a cold, dark sleep. But she consented.

"Thank you," she stepped in and settled down as soon as Optimus had walked away. She felt safe and secure.

TO BE CONTINUED...


Thanks for reading! As I mentioned before, this is as much as I've had saved so far, so I will be in the process of writing pt8 and hopefully have it up to you all soon! Meanwhile, thanks so much for favoriting and following my story!

-Stokin D Embers