Chapter 9
I am so sorry, I didn't post the right chapter for chapter 8. I did mean to finish the scraplet episode. It is now up for you to see. The Change chapter should make more sense after you read Scraplett! Pt. 2. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review.
Ratchet and Optimus shared glanced both thinking the same thing? Should they really tell the flock that Max wasn't one of them?
"Well-" Ratchet started trying to think up of a way to tell the flock without disappointing them
"Right after we left, Max started screaming in pain. You Ratchet," Angel said pointing to the old medic, "scanned her and found out she was really one of you. I turns out that Optimus Prime is her true Sire… whatever that means. Anyway Ratchet scanned her a little while later to find out that she has a really complex proto-form that explains that she is the last healer of Cybertron, making her a big target if Megatron was to ever find out." Angel smiled.
"How did you guess that?" Ratchet asked in disbelief.
"I can read minds, remember. But I have never read a robots mind so I am guessing I am missing a few parts.
"Actually, no. From what I can remember that's all that happened." Angel smiled greater. Happy with what she had accomplished. Fang started getting mad.
"Where is Max?" he nearly yelled, not happy with her not there, and to add on the story Angel just explained was not on his list of what he wanted to happen. Plus, Ratchet said was true. Small footsteps came from the hallway. Ratchet, Optimus and the Flock turned to see where the noise was coming from. Optimus not realizing the shadow pulled out his blasters and aimed it toward the figure. He stepped in front of Ratchet and the flock. The figure stopped walking forward.
"Oh, Fang, my spark is broken." A very familiar voice replied. Fang stepped out so he could see the shadow. Glowing blue optics appeared
"Spark? Who are you?" He asked
"What you don't recognize me. And Sire," she sighed, "aiming your cannons an Autobot." Optimus stepped back lowering his cannons, but not putting them away completely. Just in case this was a Decepticon trick.
"Identify yourself." He demanded. The figure continued stepping forward until the light of the main room came upon her. A small femme emerged from the shadow. Optimus' optics widened at the small femme, mostly purple in color other than her helm and shoulder plating. Those were covered in a light turquoise. Her bright baby blue optics shinned brighter than any other optics he had seen. She had a saddened expression across her face plate.
"Sire are you sure you don't recognize me?" she said, coolant filling in her optics.
"I am sorry, other than Max. I have no other off spring." He replied sadly
"But… I am Max." Everyone gasped at that. The small femme looked down at the floor. She snapped her helm back up when engine noises came from the entrance of the base. Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all came in and let their human charges out before transforming and gaping at the small Autobot.
"Who is the new femme?" Arcee asked as she looked over her
"Arcee it's me-" Her optics went wide before she fell into immediate stasis. Optimus ran forward and caught her before her helm could hit the ground.
-Max POV-
I drifted in darkness before a bright light flashed before me.
"We meet again youngling." I smiled as I recognized Alpha Trion's voice
"Hi, Alpha Trion." I said trying to hide my sorrow
"I summoned you because I felt your sadness. Why do you weep?"
"How did you know I was sad?"
"I am the Sire of Optimus Prime. When his sparkmate, Elita 1, had you I immediately had a bond with you. This allows me to contact you like this and feel your emotions. So I ask again, why do you weep?"
"When I told Sire it was me he had this look of disbelief on his face plates. Fang didn't trust me either."
"Optimus Prime has been through a lot of war and he even had his memories swiped by Megatron during it. He simply doesn't remember you. You have to make him remember."
"How do I do that?"
"I will handle that, but I need your body to relax to do so."
"Ok."
-No one's POV-
Max's optics shot open. Optimus looked over to her and stared as an image started to form. A 3-D image appeared before the Autobots. A planet covered in metal showed. 'Cybertron' Optimus thought. He watched closely as his sparkmate, Elita, was in front of him with a medic standing before her. Her chest plates were open reveling her spark chamber. She hissed and coolant fell down her face plates. Optimus wanted to reach out to her and cry but he kept his emotions in check. He continued watching as a piece of her spark was removed, sending her into stasis. The medic walked over to a nearby table where another spark piece was sitting.
"Oh, Primus, our life giver and sustainer, please let the two sparks of Elita 1 and Optimus Prime join together, in creating new life." The two sparks merged together and levitated in the air "Let this sparkling live a great life in her Sire's arms." The glowing dimmed came back down into the medics arms and slowly a small purple and turquoise femme appeared. Coolant formed in Optimus optics as the memories filled his processer. "Now that this femme is born, Optimus, what do you wish to name her?" There was silence as the Prime thought
"Soul." He smiled "Her name is Soul." The image dimmed as Max's optics slowly shut.
-Max POV-
I met the darkness once again. A bright light appeared before me before a cybertronian figure appeared in front of me.
"Who are you?"
"Max, it is I, Alpha Trion. This is just my true form." I looked at the figure closer. He had a muscular body, much bigger that Optimus'. He had two metal pieces that came down and somewhat performed a beard. He was mostly blue in color with some white in places. He had glowing blue optics that stared down at me.
"Oh." I paused for a minute "I have a question."
"What is it youngling?"
"My real name is Soul?"
"Yes youngling. Optimus named you that because you reminded him of what was in his soul or spark when he was Orion Pax."
"Who is Orion Pax?"
"Orion Pax was Optimus' state before he was granted a Prime."
"You aren't born a Prime?"
"No, one isn't born into greatness, rather one must earn it. Optimus was once a clerk in the Iakon hall of Records named, Orion Pax. But as he learned more about Cybertron's past he became very concerned about the corruption in the high places and inequality among the masses. Orion became inspire by the words of a gladiator who named himself after one of the first 13 original Primes, Megatronous. He vowed to challenge Cybertron's leadership and demanded the all Cybertronians be treated as equals. He turned revolutionary very quickly and rounded up a group of loyal followers, Soundwave, chief among them. Orion began talking to Megatronous, who then became a sort of mentor to him. When Megatronous left the gladiatorial arena, for the political he saw it would be a good time to shorten his name. Soon enough Megatron appeared before the High Council to propose his vision for a just society. He proclaimed the need to over through the old guard with force and demanded to be named the next Prime. But humble Orion did not believe in violence as a means of achieving justice. The sparks and processors were moved by his words. Orion was worthy of being a Prime, but he had to get the Matrix of Leadership before he could earn the title of Prime. Megatron raged war on all who disagreed with him, through his growing army which he named Decepticons. He wanted to claim the Matrix wherever it may lie. Over time the warfare consumed our planet in which poisoned it to the core. Orion journeyed there, hoping to get rid of the ill effects but came before the life giver to Cybertron, Primus. Primus sensed the nobility within Orion and bestowed the Matrix before him. It when then that a humble Orion Pax became Optimus…" He paused for a minute before continuing "the last of the primes."
"So it was because of Megatron that Optimus was named a Prime."
"I can see how you see it that way, but Orion's words are what gave him the title of Prime. Not Megatron."
"Oh."
"Now you need to return to your Sire."
-No one's POV-
Max's optics slowly came open to see a bright white light.
"That's it, follow the light." Max groaned as she woke up. She looked around to see the worried face plate of Ratchet. She blinked a few times and continued looking around. Her optics met Optimus' optics, they are misty and you could tell he had been crying.
"Ok Max, please follow the light." Max sighed and followed Ratchet's light with her optics. Once he was done she sat up and looked at him
"Hey Ratchet?" he turned around to face her
"Yes?"
"I would like to be called Soul from now on…if you don't mind." Soul looked to the ground
"Of course not…" he paused for a minute "Soul." His face plates formed a small smile. Optimus walked forward
"Soul, my precious Soul." Ratchet then shoed everyone to the other side of the hanger, leaving the two alone.
"Ah," Soul groaned in pain as she held her helm in pain. She had a terrible processer ache. Optimus placed a servo on her shoulder plating.
"You should rest. You also need more energon." He turned his helm to see Miko, Jack, and Raf all by the railing with worried expressions on their faces.
"Is she going to be okay?" the young 12 year old boy asked.
"She will be just fine. Some rest and energon and she will be just fine." He looked back down at her and smiled. She went back into stasis and Ratchet came over. "Will she be okay, Ratchet?" He vented and scanned her
"It's hard to tell. I have never seen a healer before. I have heard of them, but never saw one, let alone had one as a patient." Miko looked at the ground, a million questions filling her mind
"How is Ma-, I mean Soul a healer. What is a healer? Are you a healer Optimus? Who was her mom? How come she didn't know she was cybertronian?" Optimus held up a hand
"I will answer all of you questions later Miko. Right now I think it is time for you to go to your residence." Miko raised an eyebrow
"Oh, you mean my home?" The prime just simply nodded "No way am I leaving, uh, Soul here, on her own. She needs me." He looked at Bulkhead. He stiffened and walked over. Just then Soul's optics opened
"S-sire?" she looked around until her optics met on Optimus' "Where am I?" He smiled
"You are safe and out of harm's way." Miko ran over to the duo. And bombarded her with questions
"How did you become cybertronian? Does it hurt? Is your world all blue because the color of your eyes? What weapons do you have? Do you-" Soul put a digit over her mouth
"Can I have a little breath time…Please?"
"Come on, Miko. Let's go home." Bulkhead said as he scooped her into his palm. "Ratchet is more than capable of helping her." She sighed and Bulkhead transformed, her landing in his passenger seat. Arcee took Jack home, the same with Bee and Raf. They all drove out Ratchet walked over
"What is a healer Ratchet?" Soul asked
"A healer, as read in the archives is a rare cybertronian that can heal any other cybertronian with his or her emotions."
"Oh." Soul said letting this poor into her processor. She turned to her Sire
"Sire," He looked over to her "I have something for you. I found it in my storage compartments." She pulled out a cybertronian bracelet with the language of the primes written all over it.
"Where did you get this? The only people who knew the prime language was myself and the original thirteen." He paused for a minute "Elita…"
-Somewhere in space-
A figure sat in the pilot's seat of a cybertronian space craft. She looked onto a familiar green and blue planet.
"I will soon be there for the rest of my tem to aid them in the ending of this forbidden war." The figure smirked and continued on through the atmosphere.