The tests will begin today as scheduled. I had Prowl collect a wide range of music from every genre on earth. I wanted as many from each nation as possible, the more data the better.

The test subject is very curious about her situation. She is not aware of what is being performed today and we rather keep it that way. Beat, a Cyber Ninja trainee was not hatched on Cybertron like most Cybertronians. Instead, her femme creator placed her on Eurythma. The most musical planet in that part of the galaxy.

At first, her planet origins had nothing to do with Beat's continuous 'mistakes.' That is until, Magnolia and Jazz made quite the discovery. The trainee reacted positively to music! Her concentration had incredibly advanced during the time music was present. Beat does not seem to be aware of how she performs when music is playing and when it is not. Quite odd.

After some research on the trainee's home planet, I quickly came up with a theory that upgrading on the planet caused her systems to deform. This could explain the reason why her frame is shaped differently or why her processor absorbs information differently.

These are only theories that have yet to be proved correct. For the first test, we will start with a playlist of music that Magnolia was happy to provide us with.

"Why must I have these wires on my helm?"

Beat fidgeted as her mentor delicately placed the small wire on the tip of her hat resembling helm. She had no idea what was going on, he would not tell her anything! All her questions were either ignored or avoided altogether.

Prowl sighed as he placed the last wire on the back of her neck cables. "I told you already trainee, for observation."

Beat internally rolled her optics and crossed her metallic limbs over her small chest. Observation he says….He would never do anything to her so why was she worrying? Raising an optic ridge she argued with herself. Screaming at her processor to stop thinking.

"Beat listen to me!

A harsh tap to her shoulder blade caused the petite femme to hiss in pain and shamefully looked up at Prowl's glaring optics. "Apologies…."

"Stand here and do not move, I will return shortly."

"Where are you going?"

"Stay."

With that, he left the training room. Beat growled as she watched the doors close. What the frag was going on?! Locking her legs to stay in balance the petite femme frowned. No one ever told her anything! Didn't she have a right to know what anyone was doing to her? It would only make sense, right?

Pfffft what made no sense was to keep dwelling on it, no one was going to tell her anything. She wouldn't understand it anyway (Benefits of being an idiot.) Shrugging the klutz stood, deciding to focus on last night's events with Magnolia.

That creepy lullaby the earthling sang made Beat rise from her berth and crawl to its origin. She did her best to ignore the constant thumps to her helm and the vibrations that crawled up her limbs. It made her want to move around and jump in the air…..it made her want to dance.

Primus forbid that! She would no doubt run into a wall or kiss the floor.

Yet, she couldn't help but feel this way when Magnolia sang. The same feeling came over her when Jazz allowed her to listen to music while studying. Her ped tapped to beat (heh the use if her designation was so common!) On certain songs Magnolia would sway her hips side to side causing both Jazz and herself to be hypnotized by the woman's grace and carefree attitude. How did Magnolia do it? Move the way she did when something was playing? It seemed so effortless when she did it but what if Beat tried it?

DISASTER.

Or would it?

Maybe Magnolia would be generous and share her secrets with her.

As Beat began thinking of the ways to ask Magnolia, a sudden beeping sound tingled her sensors making the small femme wince. She smacked the side of her helm and blinked, "What in name of Primus was that? Perhaps that is my processor's way of saying stop."

Suddenly the beeping sound returned, thumping twice each time. She smacked her helm again but it did not stop. Soon it started to beep faster and faster. Beat shook her helm at the irritation that had set in, as she struggled her weight forced her to lean back and fall onto the training mat with a crash.

Beep beep

Beep beep, beep beep

Beep beep

Beep beep, beep beep

Sitting still, the young femme finally came into realization that the beeps were in a tempo. Not a bad one either, with some other sounds it could turn out very well. Noting that no one was around, Beat tapped her servo on the mat after some beeps and smiled. Sounded great together.

Now creating a system of rhythms and humming to it, the sensation she felt the other night returned. It was gladly accepted. She wanted to get up and move but was afraid she would injure herself in the process.

As her helm bobbed up and down, the beats stopped. Beat frowned as her enjoyment ended. Where was Prowl?

More importantly, why was there a beeping sound? Was she finally going insane?! No not like those two twin mechs! She was already stupid; no way she would ever turn mad like the others. Frag that!

Deciding to leave and seek help from Ratchet, she began to crawl towards the exit.

Until…

The doors to the training room opened and out came Ironhide and Wheeljack. Her optics widened with happiness when she saw them appear. "Oh yes! Ironhide, Weeljack how wonderful to see you! There is something incredibly wrong with me and I need to find Ratchet! Could you take me to him please?"

The two mechs looked at each other and smirked, without a word they drew their blasters and pointed them at her.

"Wh-what is the meaning of this? Why are you pointing those at me?!"

"Better put that music on, sweetspark."

"What are you talking about?! Please don't do this! What have I done?"

This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock (A rhyme), that's right (On time)

Beat blinked in surprise as the lyrics tingled in her processor. Was this what she thought it was? But where could she have gotten it from? She didn't remember sharing any files with Jazz, heck she didn't even know how to share any files! Could she even do that?

Ironhide shook his helm as Beat was clearly not paying attention and shrugged. He would blast her but not with a force strong enough to terminate her. Just…..stun her. "Lesson one femme!"

Beat suddenly looked up in fear, bottom lip component quivering in utter terror from the weapons pointed directly at her.

"Always pay attention."

It's Tricky is the title, HERE WE GO!

Beat shut her optics tightly as she heard the blast leave the metal weapon, this was the end. Destroyed by the ones she was supposed to call allies. Why would they do this to her? Did Prowl have this planned from the beginning? It didn't matter, she would feel the pain and then it would be gone once she was permanently offline. Only a quick flash of pain…

That never came.

Confused that she was not feeling anything, the femme popped her optics open and gasped in complete shock. She was currently in the air, jumping up to avoid the attack! Since when did she get so agile?! Clearly this was a vision her processor managed to conjure up.

Landing gracefully on the ground Beat gaped. She didn't know whether to be frightened, nervous, shocked, confused or proud. Perhaps she should be all of those. "Did-Did-Did-Did-Did I just dodge that?"

Wheeljack chuckled, "Indeed you did. Nice move by the way. Didn't know you could actually fight."

"That's the thing though, I can't!

"Guess you're learning now, huh?"

The trainee felt as if she were attacked by a virus. She didn't know what was going on! She was BEAT, the idiot of Cybertron not some awesome leaping Cyber Ninja.

:Combat initiated. Preparing to engage. Synching strategies to sound waves:

"What?"

It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky, it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)

As the song began to play once again, Beat felt herself begin to drift off. Her frame was still active, alert but her? No, she was beginning to fade away. That once wreck of a femme Beat started to drift as the rhythm of the music beamed. She was scared but for some reason, it felt so good. Confidence….that was feeling.

A feeling she had never felt before.

Ironhide shot another blast and Beat unexpectedly smirked. Looking up, she back flipped as the energy went past her.

Day two.

The last experiment went very well! As I suspected Beat is heavily influenced by tones, rhythms, tempo etc. This is because having to live on a planet where music is the living foundation of the native species, her frame and processor began to 'transform' in order to survive and keep up with the others. Completely fascinating! Her processor absorbs the waves that the music sends out and transfers it into enhanced combat performance.

Beat was clearly shocked by her sudden ability as well. When the experiment was over and Prowl appeared to take her, many questions were asked. None of her questions were answered, much to her disappointment and silent anger.

Today she has been brought back with the choice of song chosen by Sam Witwicky.

What was the name of it called? La Bamba? Terrible choice for a name but these are humans after all.

"Are you prepared for today trainee?"

Beat gazed at her mentor with irritation; he still would not answer her questions about yesterday. Did he see what happened to her?! She managed to dodge several attacks from Ironhide! (Let's say that one more time.) IRONHIDE! One of the best shots.

To be fair, she had the feeling that he wasn't actually trying to hit her. Which was perfectly fine to her! If he really wanted to blast her, he could've easily. She was just training after all.

What really caught her off guard was how she did a back flip! She couldn't even walk correctly but as soon as the music that randomly appeared in her audio receptors started…..wait.

Snapping her vision to Prowl she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as Wheeljack and Ironhide made their appearances. The clumsy femme had a feeling that she knew what was going on.

Just like yesterday, prowl made his way out of the training room. Leaving her to the two brutes before her. They were overly eager to shoot at her again.

"Ready Beat? It's going to get harder today."

"I'll never be ready. But I will try my best."

"Good."

Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti

She had no idea what was playing in her helm but she didn't care. It sounded great! The tingling sensation returned and her posture converted into a defensive position as she saw Wheeljack charge at her with balled up servos.

Hopefully she would survive this.

Today's combat experiment went quite well. Beat managed to hold her own against Wheeljack for a while. Beat did not get a single attack in but she did a fantastic job avoiding Wheeljack's punches. Prowl will force his student to actually attack on the next encounter.

It still shocks all of us that Beat does not realize the music is the one thing that aids her. Prowl suggests that we say nothing to her. Apparently, it is better if she didn't know and at this point I am inclined to agree. We will see how things continue for the remainder of the weeks.

It has been a couple of weeks since Beat had started these series of experiments and she stopped questioning it at this point. All she knew was that she magically turned into the best thing since well….never! She was becoming great in combat and she had no idea why. Every time she was called for training a bright feeling was clearly noticed on her faceplate. She felt extremely happy when it came to training. Who would have thunk?

As usual Wheekljack and Ironhide appeared making her grin with joy. "Hey Beat."

"Hello!"

Ironhide smirked as she stood next to them; she was so small compared to him. It was almost adorable. As odd as the femme was he had to admit training her was kind of fun. She didn't really hit them but watching her jump around with the flips made him laugh. Quite a show every time.

Pity that Prowl asked them to actually attempt to directly hit her. This was her final test to see if she would actually be able to perform on the field in the near future. Results would be sent to Windblade as a checkpoint in their training.

"Get into position Beat….we're starting."

"Already?"

"Yep."

Stumbling to a further distance from her sparring partners, she awkwardly stood. Locking her limbs in place. She impatiently waited for the music to start but she didn't realize that whatever was about to come up would change everything.

Why do they always send the poor?!

Her optics widened in shock.

Sharpened digits sliced into black armor before jumping back and growling like a mad beast. Ironhide looked at his armor, to see nothing but tiny droplets of energon seeping through. He watched as Wheeljack charged at the femme with his swords and couldn't understand it. One minute she was just dodging their attack with hardly any thought to it and next thing, she was attacking them like crazy.

Beat lacked any formal training which is why he had not deliberately tried to hurt her but when he saw her digits transform into sharp talons, he knew something was wrong. She was stimulated by music, that much he knew but he wondered if the type of music had any effect on her. This was not what he expected from a femme who could hardly look a bot in the optics without flinching away.

:Ironhide to Prowl:

:Prowl here:

:Are you seeing this?!:

:Yes. Apparently Beat reacts to music but her battle techniques change with the music. Interesting:

:Interesting?! The femme actually managed to seep into my armor!:

:I saw. Ratchet in monitoring her movements and changing the music periodically:

:What the frag is playing right now?!:

:Rock and some heavy metal:

:Metal? Wait that loud stuff Miko often plays?:

:Yes:

:Oh Frag:

Why was she so angry?

For some reason, anger and hate had overcome her. A hatred that held no bounds, she needed to hit something….hurt it. Destroy it. When she saw Ironhide and Wheeljack she evilly smirked, the two fools who started to attack her would perish.

Woah, what was she saying?!

She didn't think like that!

The punching to her processor was causing pain and fear, which in turn molted into anger. When the pain set in, she felt her optics scrunch up and split in two. Her vision had blackened making everything worse. A burning pain stabbed into her frame, she could feel it but not see it. All the pain had crawled its way into her thoughts.

The pain of her past.

The cruel words thrown at her.

The random beating from fellow trainees.

She hated it all! She hated those who had harmed her. She wanted them to feel all that she has felt. The pain she endured would be felt by others.

The sounds of rushed movements made her helm turn in a careful. She couldn't explain it but she knew that something was coming at her. Fast. (Pity she couldn't see!)

Lockdown override. Weapons engaged.

Instinctively, Beat jumped in the air avoiding the two blades that attempted to cut her in half. While up she felt her arm shift in a painful motion. Twisting and bending in abnormal motions….It hurt so much! She screamed but did not stop the transformation until she felt something powering up. What was going on?! Gasping Beat felt something hot erupt from inside her and fling itself from where her arm was.

"She can use blasters? Wheeljack look out!"

Blasters? How could she be using weapons when they were disabled?

Agh! Why did her arm hurt so much?

As soon as she landed on the ground a swift hit to her face sent Beat flying backwards. Her inner struggle was put at ease as she felt the attack. Digging her talons into the ground, she stopped herself from moving and slowly stood up.

Faceplate damaged. Damage analysis: 7% Calculating counter measures. Synching movements.

Watching her scream again in pain, Wheljack gazed as the side of Beat's arm opened up and out came a tube. He tilted his helm to the side in confusion. "What are you going to do? Blow a dart at me? Haha!" Beat shook from the pain but grinned. Out of the tube popped a grip bar and she gripped it tightly. Her digits felt for something; touching it she laughed. "Boom boom!"

Pushing the trigger, a blue blast came from the small tube. Beat was pushed back from the force but smiled. "Boom."

"Jack you idiot!" Leaping into action, Ironhide tacked his friend to the ground, barely missing the possibly deadly blast. "When Ratchet said we would be helping the femme unlock her hidden potential, I didn't know they were going to throw us in a death trap."

"Agreed. Prowl ya gotta shut down whatever it is you're doing to her! I think she is intentionally trying to harm us! Hurry up before I have to shut her down the hard way."

Up above in the observation deck, Prowl nodded. He did not expect this reaction from Beat when Miko's music playlist started…..well, then again. Shaking his helm, he switched the music off and shut down the sensors on Beat's frame.

"That all you got femme?!"

Pulling up the tube weapon attached to her arm, she pointed it at them and stuck her metallic tongue out.

Target locked.

"I won't miss this time!"

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, something loud snapped in Beat's back. Both warriors winced at the sound. Beat hurled forward in a quick motion, Ironhide raised an optic ridge as he saw Beat suddenly fall to the floor. The powerful mechs rushed to her side. Optics were closed, intakes slow and uneven, no response. "Is she going to be ok?"

The main entrance was opened and Prowl rushed in, pushing the two mechs aside.

"She will be fine, just give her a second."

"That's nice but what the frag was that Prowl?!"

The cyber ninja did not look at his allies as he held his student. "She transformed…"

"Yeah we saw the freaking claws! I thought only Blackarachnia had that ability."

Prowl closed his optics, "I am not sure what happened."

Optimus, final report of the experiments. This last test was the most interesting yet. We played a rock song from Miko's personal playlist called B.Y.O.B from System of a down. Beat reacted in a way I have never seen before! Her actions turned violent and destructive. She attacked with speed, managing to deliver effective blows to Ironhide and Wheeljack.

Her weapons, which were disabled before are now active. Well they were when the music was playing. They immediately disabled when the music was shut off. I could not reactivate them manually which led me to the conclusion that her weapons are attached to her cerebral unit. Making them impossible to activate or disable from outside forces. That is a major risk factor.

The thing I cannot grasp is that her weapons only activated when that specific song was played. Before we played this genre, it was music with a 'fun groove' as Jazz put it and only non-hostile attacks were done.

Another thing was transforming is VERY painful for her. That I cannot explain nor do I have a theory behind it. She is Cybertronian so transforming should be as natural as consuming energon. She cried out in pain several times as her weapons were used. I have checked for viruses, rust, over moisture, leakage, detached wires…..basically everything. Nothing was wrong!

Beat is currently in the med bay recharging, often waking up to ask questions. She cannot remember the events after the rock music was played and feels no different from before. Which is completely understandable, when nothing is playing the femme loses touch with her skills. Walking improperly, falling randomly and not focusing at all. To function at even the basic level, music must be playing in her processor. With that said, she is currently not fit to operate out in the field but hopefully that will change very soon.

Prowl and I will be going to your office to discuss some options we have come up with so that Beat may have an easier time doing things.