After Season 2 Episode 3 Orion Pax Part 3 – Redone

Orion Pax, or Optimus Prime, somehow had regained his memories and left with the Autobots, leaving Lord Megatron in a fury, despite the set of coordinates he had gained by decoding from the Iacon archives.

While most of the Decepticons were happy to have their arch enemy off their ship, acting as if he had always been one of them, one bot had another thought on their mind.

With Orion gone, Scrap should have been free to return to her duties and with them, her training. But when a whole day had passed and no one had seen the little human, Airachnid was beginning to worry and set off to find her.

With her expert hunting skills, Airachnid carefully evaluated the last place Scrap had been seen, finding the faint trace of her footprints on the floor. From the spacing she could tell that the human had been running. Straight to a vent that was hanging off one hinge. Clever girl, going where we can't follow.

Changing her optics to detect heat, Airachnid walked alongside the vent from the outside, wondering how far Scrap could have got in such a place. She was a tough little human, more than any other the hunter had come across. Even M.E.C.H weren't as challenging as her.

Carefully she walked along the outside wall, head down to follow the path of the tunnel. The further she got, the more impressed she was. And the more worried. She was beginning to detect blood.

Then she came across the headset, dropped on the floor. Scrap's lifeline to the world, had been left on the floor like nothing. For her to do that, she must be in trouble.

Increasing her step, Airachnid hurried to continue onwards until she finally detected a human sized heat signal. It appeared to be stationary, just sat in one place. Gently, Airachnid knocked a little away from her, hoping the vibrations would get the girl to stand or move but when nothing happened, the spider took more direct action, punching into the wall.

The hole enabled her to look inside and see the human with her head down and her body slumped. She hadn't even moved when the wall beside her had been forcefully destroyed.

"Scrap?" Airachnid asked, forgetting it would do no good.

Scrap just remained where she was, unmoving. Not even her chest moved. Airachnid slowly reached out and picked her up and brought her to the light, suddenly seeing the blood on her hands and knee.

Airachnid knew a fair bit about humans from hunting them for several months and one thing she knew for sure was that human blood was not dark blue. Something was wrong with Scrap.

Hissing, Airachnid held her tight and began running towards Knockout's medical bay, storming in on the two cons as Breakdown buffed his partner's back in an interesting and embarrassing position. "AIRACHNID!" Knockout screamed, jumping away. "What the frag are you doing?! You could at least…"

"Screw your vanity Knockout, Scrap needs your help!" Not in the mood for his games, she placed the body on a nearby table, watching as she grew even colder.

Breakdown blinked. "Scrap? What's wrong with her?"

"She's dying." Airachnid put bluntly, leaning back. "I think something has entered her blood from that cut."

Knockout was already scanning her, rushing around to try and find out what was going on. "Where was she?"

"In an old energon transport shaft. Looked like she was hiding from something." She frowned, arms crossed. "You two are her guardians; you should have noticed she was missing first. Instead you were here buffing each other!"

"Enough Airachnid." Breakdown mumbled, looking down. "You don't need to remind us."

"You may only have one eye Breakdown but I would have hoped you kept it on her."

"Will the pair of you pack it in!" Knockout shouted, almost catching the two with his arm as he turned on the spot. "Scrap has been poisoned by energon."

The pair both shut up, realising the danger of what that meant. "Will she be alright?"

Knockout shook his head, looking down at her. "I have no idea how much entered her blood. If I can't get it out of her… it will destroy her."

Breakdown suddenly clenched his fist and pushed Knockout backwards slightly. "Then get it out!"

"Do you think I would have if I had a way!" Knockout grunted. "I can't think of a way to get it out of her!"

"Dialysis."

The two mechs looked at the femme as she tapped her cheek, thinking. "What?"

"Remove the fluid slowly, clean it, then put it back in."

Knockout thought for a moment, considering it then shook his head. "That might work on us but Scrap is human. We have no idea she would survive such a method."

"Human blood is thicker than energon." Airachnid said with a smile. "You can trust me on that."

As the red medic looked ready to argue back, Breakdown stepped in. "Look, it's this or we let her die! So unless you can think of something else, get a move on!"

Unable to think of a comeback, Knockout nodded and shooed the pair out as he began improvising a device to remove the energon from her blood. After a few minutes, in which Scrap only seamed to deteriorate, he had something that should do the job and carefully steadied himself as he pressed the smallest needle he had into her arm. She moved from the pain but then fell still.

He watched in hope as the blood began to trickle down the tube and into a device that attracted the thicker, heavier energon out of her blood and stored it separately while the clean blood was pumped back in by another needle. The process was painfully slow, only collecting a few micro drops of energon every few minutes but at least it was working.

Knockout became engrossed in his work, watching her vitals as they slowly began to improve. When he could see a small drop of energon in the separate container, and was sure it was actually working, he allowed Breakdown and Airachnid back in, on the condition they didn't squabble.

Airachnid didn't stay long; just long enough to point out her headset was missing then left. Breakdown was a little less vocal, instead going to Scrap's little home and almost destroyed it as he opened it up, grabbing the few bits of her bed she had and cautiously moving her so she was a little more comfortable.

Time went on and as the second container had its bottom filled with the off coloured energon, Scrap's vitals showed a slight peak and the pair watched as she winced a little and slowly opened her eyes. Even they could tell that her dark green eyes were pale and distant, her skin, normally filled with life was pale and unnatural for her.

Their sparks flickered a little.

But she smiled. "Hey." She wheezed, her throat dry.

"How you feeling Scrap?"

"Like I got a big needle in my arm."

Breakdown grinned. "Actually, you have two."

"Oh, then two medium sized needles." She tried to laugh but ended up slumping. "Head rush."

"Try and sleep bug."

"We're going to help you get better."

The human smiled a little at their kind words but then her eyes drooped and she fell asleep. Knockout stared at her for a moment then looked away. "Remote deactivate. Code: Red speedway 90."

Breakdown looked at him a little funny but Scrap's headset suddenly turned itself off with a bleep.

Looking at the makeshift dialysis device, Knockout kept very still. "I don't know if this will work."

"It will. Scrap's tougher than she looks."

Later

It had been several hours since the energon had entered Scrap's body and, without knowing how much still remained, Knockout and Breakdown could only watch as the container slowly filled, extracted from her blood.

The pair would keep a constant optic on it, watching as it increased, waiting for a time when it stopped changing but every time they thought it was over, another bit would be found and they would be forced to wait all over again.

If it was good or bad, Scrap had regained consciousness and would no longer slip back and forth. She often complained of the pain or light headedness but there was little any of them could do pardon offer comfort and support.

As the pair started doing tasks to help pass the painful time, the door to the bay opened and the medics were joined by non-other than their lord and master. He didn't look impressed. "Knockout! I have been summoning you. How dare you disobey me!"

Any other day, Knockout would brush the comment off; he would joke or play his way out. Today, there was something more important at risk. "My apologies my lord but…" He looked back at the human, lying on some bedding. "Scrap is seriously ill and I have been treating her."

Lord Megatron looked over at her. "How ill?"

"She… may not make it."

Megatron kept still for a moment. "I see." he brushed past the red bot and walked straight over to the sick human, looking down on her. "Scrap."

"Lord… Megatron." She wheezed.

"I have been informed of your condition, Scrap. And I will tell you now; I do not accept weakness in my army. And even with the unexpected interference of Starscream, I am convinced that you completed your task well and have indeed aided our cause." He lifted his head. "Once you have recovered, I will expect you to report for duty."

The bots in the room could not believe what they were hearing. And neither could Scrap. "You… you mean…"

"I gave you my word and I shall keep it." With that said, the imposing bot walked back out of the medical bay, hands behind his back.

As the door closed behind them and they were left in silence, Breakdown leant towards his partner. "Did he just…"

"Yeah." Knockout smiled as he looked over at Scrap, resting on her bed. "Guess she's worked her magic even on him."

A Few Days Later

Lord Megatron's little talk gave Scrap's body the spark it needed, and by dawn the next day, her skin was brighter, her eyes clear and her mind as sharp as ever before. Her only complaint was from the large bruise she had on her arms where Knockout had stuck needles into her.

Knockout had laughed at her. "Well, if that's your only problem, you're fine!"

On hearing she was recovered, Airachnid and Soundwave both came to see her, even if at different times, both telling her they were expecting to see her later to continue where they had left off. But first, Scrap had something she had been looking forward to for several months.

To officially be made a Decepticon.

She had no idea what to expect but she thought it was going to be simple. What it turned out to be was most of the vehicons stood around the bridge, all of them stood stiffly in place. The senior officers stood on the walkway, looking remarkably pleased as they watched Scrap walk towards them.

Primus. Scrap thought, looking around. This is a bit more pomp and ceremony than I expected.

Megatron stood right before her then lifted up his arms to the side. "Decepticons, here me well. It is not very often that we hold a ceremony like this, where one of our own is promoted among our ranks. But never before have we had the extraordinary ability to welcome a new species to our ranks." He looked down at Scrap and smiled, showing the rows of ravenous teeth. "Scrap here has indeed proven herself not only to be a worthy medic, but an impressive intelligence officer. With these qualities, she has proven herself worthy of joining us."

Scrap was amazed to hear such praise but then saw something turn up on her screen. Action: Kneel. She quickly looked over at Soundwave who was looking at her so she followed his advice and eased herself to one knee.

Megatron nodded at her action. "Scrap, do you swear to do all within your power to help the Decepticon cause? To follow orders without question? To do all you can to defeat the Autobots?"

"I swear."

"Then, rise, and join us, Lieutenant."

As the human stood up, the whole room bust into an unusual noise of clapping and Scrap found herself laughing. Finally she was a true, real, member of the Decepticons.

She had found her place.


2019 A/N: So I have decided to finish off Season 1 with these last three updates. There were no really changes, spellings mainly and Soundwave's speech pattern was updated… oh and I did add in Scrap's rank as Lieutenant. Anyway, I will be updating soon so keep an eye open.