Hi everyone! It's been a while since I last updated. This chapter is kinda like a filler with some future references. It's also dedicated to Shizuka Taiyou for her birthday which I believe is today. :)

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Chapter 10

Arrivals

The med bay shined under the pristine fluorescent lights from above. There had been very little activity besides the occasional scrape, but that did not stop the files and reports that had to be sorted endlessly throughout the day. Ratchet sighed as he sat in his office, on the opposite side of the med bay, that was connected by a single sliding door. As he situated himself comfortably and propped his legs upon his desk, he glanced among the medium pile of data pads half heartedly before reminiscing of the events from the previous day. He'd never seen parts fly until he saw Jazz plummet Kistle on the side and effectively grabbed his sparkling before flipping to the ground besides Prowl. That would have been the end of the conflict, but Kistle ended up being a stubborn femme and deliberately retaliated against Jazz. His reaction had been nothing short of …brutal. So now she was in stasis lock on a berth, a top priority patient, with completed surgery on her spinal cords. He was still working on her sensory units on the right side of her body from the side of her neck to her lower thighs. Then he would have to remake her left leg, there was no possible way for it to be saved. Despite the circumstances he did believe on a minuscule scale that Kistle should have known the signs that signaled the fact that Jazz and Prowl had been the little one's creators. Then she wouldn't have been so idiotic to actually attack back. Everyone knew that new creators' paternal instincts were the worst when they had a new spark.

Despite the trauma Razzberry had gone through, he recovered fairly quickly wanting nothing more than to be left back on the ground, free to crawl to his little spark's content. He didn't want to wander very far though when he realized that his creators weren't going to follow him. Wheeljack had shortly after given Razzberry an antivirus check and effectively dispatched any chance of him getting sick. That didn't make Ratchet any less mad at him though. Wheeljack was now looking and or creating an effective way for Ratchet to forgive him once again. Lately Ratchet could see that he was beginning to get creative. Out of the corner of his optic he noticed a white data pad in his stack instead of the dull grey color they usually were. Curiosity getting the better of him, he began to read:

Dear Ratchet, how do I love thee?

Let me count the ways:

Ratchet pinched his nasal plate, for the thousandth time wondering to himself what he ever saw in that idiotic scientist that was his bonded. He didn't know how he should react to such a poetic way of forgiveness. Should he be disgusted that this was the best he could come up with? Or should he chuckle at his attempt?

Silently he subspaced the white data pad noting to himself that he would finish reading it later. He grabbed the closest data pad to him and groaned when he realized what it was. Earlier that morning, when Jazz and Prowl were back to normal, their programming having considered that there weren't any more threats, the command center had gotten a message from a small group of neutrals. Kistle was supposed to have told them about it when she landed, but with the fight that pursued well... Ratchet gave a short glance to the med bay on the other side of his door. So now the base was expecting the new arrivals to come in later that evening with five Autobot soldiers. Ratchet grinned as he read the report. He'd be amazed if the neutrals even made it towards evening with these five. Just about everyone he knew were either annoyed or afraid of the five. He and Wheeljack excluded of course. And Perceptor, Ratchet added to his thoughts. Further along it appeared that the tame little scientist was on the shuttle of neutrals as well. Had it really been that long since he had last seen Percy?

Finally deciding to finish some of the reports, Ratchet quickly got to work establishing lists of supplies and tools he would need to be able to check on the neutrals' status. He also needed more space for patient reports…

The hours passed and Ratchet watched in silent agony as the breems passed slowly by on his chronometer. He was almost done; the only thing left to do was to instruct his minio-….uh…assistants on the proper procedures for the new patients. Once he finally finished, he instructed them to wait in the med bay while he went with the Prime with the welcoming party. Briskly, he walked through the halls until the final door opened, the setting sun leaving hues of orange in every surface its light touched. Taking his place close to Optimus, he waited as the small group of neutrals walked gingerly towards them taking care to avoid any plant life or rocks. Once they were close enough, the neutral leader spoke up.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Optimus Prime. We are truly grateful for accepting us into your care."

"There is no need to thank me. It is a pleasure in itself knowing that there are still more Cybertronians out there then ourselves." Optimus replied, his voice steady and deep. After a few seconds he continued on.

"Allow me to introduce you to my officers."

Optimus went through all of their designations and services, the only really noticeable reactions being when they saw Razzberry chirping away in Jazz's arms. Seeing the sparkling seemed to have calmed their nerves and they were able to relax in spite of being a new planet. Razz on the other hand, quietly chirped in his creator's arms, happily staring about the many new things around him. He'd never been outside of the base yet and being able to feel the wind smooth over his surface and hear the rustle of the trees had considerably brightened the sparkling's curiosity. Prowl and Jazz stood together silently, but content as they felt Razz's part of the bond flutter and bubble with each passing second. Unfortunately, all too soon they were all ushered back into the base. Razz left out an indignant squeak when his creators entered the base. He wanted to stay outside and he relayed his wish to them, hoping that they'd grant it, but alas they rejected it softly. Pouting slightly, Razz allowed his creators to continue walking towards their quarters without any hassle and drifted into recharge as they stroked his helm. Once the family unit entered their quarters, Jazz gently placed Razz down so he could recharge peacefully. Silently Prowl nuzzled Jazz's cheek and they both slipped out to finish the fresh piles of data pads that would surely await them in their offices.

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As many of the base's inhabitants lurked around, it was hard to distinguish the words of one bot from another when there was so much chatter about. Most of it though was general, like where the major facilities where, who else was on the base, and how to download from the planet's satellites and surf the World Wide Web. But if one was listening enough, they could also gather new tidbits of gossip that flowed ceaselessly from the new arrival's glossas as they rested from their long trip in one of the recreational rooms.

"Do you remember that transmission we received earlier? No, not that one! The one when we were in Gamma Nebula 34.6. You remember what they said about some questionable information from one of the 'Cons they captured?"

Bluestreak stopped to a halt when he heard the string of words come from one of the new arrivals. He was going to take a few finished reports to Prowl, but the conversation was starting to become tempting to listen to, especially when a 'Con was involved. Deciding that it would be worth being late, Bluestreak went into the room, grabbed a cube of energon, and sat down at the nearest table he could find so that he could listen. Quietly he told himself that he was not doing anything bad by eavesdropping and he calmed his conscience by adding that perhaps what they were saying was useful information. Even if the Decepticons were quiet for the past half decade, that didn't stop them from reaching the planet. But as the minutes dragged on Bluestreak was deciding whether or not to leave since the more he listened the more dull he began to feel, but suddenly a sentence popped out that piqued his interest.

"…was like fighting with a shadow was what he said. Said that she would sleaze her way around him find his blind spots and then began to rip him to shreds. No matter how he tried to grab her, she would always evade his claws and then he said that when he would turn around all he could see was the glint of the blades she wielded and his energon flow from its tips."

"Are you sure that's what the prisoner said?" The mech next to the one telling the story interrupted. "It seems kind of skeptical to me. I mean the Decepticon was huge for crying out loud and your saying that a femme not even close to half his size beat the living slag out of him?"

"Shut your yap. I'm just telling it like I heard it. How the slag is I supposed to know if it's true?" The now orange red mech stared back at his companion, obviously annoyed with his sudden interruption.

'A rogue femme?'

Bluestreak finished his energon and hurried out of the room, thinking he could make it to Prowl's office and not be late. But as he rounded the corner, another conversation caught his audio receptors and he stopped to listen to the brief conversation that belonged to a supposed bonded pair.

"I don't see why you don't like this place. It's certainly the prettiest place I've ever been to."

A light teal femme with a white tone walked a few steps and then stopped to stare at the mech close to her.

"That's cauze yav nevah been to Cybertron. Ya waz created afta the war. That pranet, she waz a beautifur ting. Always shinin'…"

The mech was a dull shade of brown, like bark and sawdust mushed together. His faceplate was much narrower then most mechs' would have been and his chest was much too large to be carried by the pair of pipes that were his legs. Despite his strange and brazen appearance, the femme looked at him with caring optics, smooth and warm, and wrapped an arm around his. Bluestreak smiled fondly. Love really was blind.

"I know, I wasn't born when it was still such a lovely planet, like you were. But I like this planet very much so far. Especially all the green. It's such a lively color and all the shades just give it so much expression…"

Slowly the femme's speech started to crumble and instead could be heard as a distant mumbling.

'Such a strange couple…' thought Bluestreak before he continued treading towards Prowl's office.