A recollection by Wasp…
"Damn Trechercons!" the red form of Wasp thought as she determinedly blasted away at the enemy. Her face betrayed her determination and fear. Her blue optics narrowed, her teeth gritted, her lips set into a slight frown. Her aim was dead on, it seemed that nothing escaped her eagle-like sight. Above, the two-toned brown form of Phaedras' shuttle mode flew. She spotted the diminutive Servabot easily, the red paint job gave her away. She turned about and came in behind her and then let fly two missiles. Wasp heard her coming just as the missiles launched at her. She blasted one, then the other. The smoke from the first two eclipsed the presence of two more. She managed to get one, but the other hit her in the chest. As she fell, she felt lasers hitting her in the legs, arms, and face. She heard Forges' voice cry out her name and then there was nothing. Unconsciousness claimed her. Forge ran up to Wasp, she surveyed the damage and quickly transported the ruined form to the medical bay. Turnpike, the medical officer, was shocked to say the least. She'd seen it all, but this was down right life threatening. Without a word, Forge left to return to the battle. Turnpike set about stemming the flow of energon first, which wasn't easy due to the extensive damage. The chest and face had priority over all else. She repaired the ruined circuits and melted mechanics in the chest and checked to see if the brain module was undamaged. Wasps' life signs were sporadic. At times she flat lined, at others she convulsed. The white and red form of Turnpike did her best to keep her alive as she worked feverishly. It wasn't long after she'd finally gotten the chest all fixed that the aquamarine, orange, blue, and light green form of Tetra Reris walked in. The Servabot Commander stood over the small form with a saddened face.
"How is she?" she asked.
"Not so good, I'm afraid." the white and light yellow form of Turnpike said, "I'm the best, but I'm no miracle worker, you're going to have to use the Matrix, its her only hope."
Tetra Reris nodded slightly, then touched her hand to Wasps' shoulder. She concentrated, calling upon the healing power of the Matrix. Slowly the wounds mended, unfortunately the face was totally gone and therefore nothing there could be healed. "That's all the Matrix can do." Tetra stated, "You'll have to scrounge for a replacement for her."
"That I can do, but it won't be pretty." Turnpike said softly.
"Do what you can." Tetra replied.
Turnpike found the parts and gave Wasp a new face, which she hoped the little lady never would see. It wasn't exactly what she was born with, no lips, no cheekbones, only a battle mask and a set of wrap around optics. Wasp awoke sometime later.
"Better not, Wasp, its a new face." came the medics' statement as Wasp went to touch her face.
Wasp looked at her, "So?" she noticed her voice was different, "What gives with my voice?"
"I had to make due with a battle mask, it tends to change the voice a bit." Turnpike stated.
"Guess I can get used to that. My vision is a bit different too, but that's okay. I'm alive at least, thanks Turnpike." Wasp nodded.
"You're welcome, Wasp." Turnpike smiled.
Wasp noticed the looks on the other Servabots' faces as she entered a regular meeting a day later. She figured it would happen, and didn't let it faze her, she just let it slide by her and went on as if nothing had changed.
The present. Ater the story is told.
"Eventually I did get used to the new me. Until recently, I had no idea what I looked like. The shock of seeing what Turnpike had done with what supplies we had." she shook her head, "I'm still in shock. When you showed up, by Sequista I wanted to disappear."
"Why?" the golden form of Goldbug inquired.
"Because I was a bit repulsed by what my face was like and I couldn't have you seeing it again."
"It doesn't matter about your face. I told you that already. You're still the same being on the inside, and that is all that matters." Goldbug stated.
"Thanks for listening, I needed to get that off my mind." she nodded.
"No problem." he said, "Want to hear my history?"
"Sure." she replied.
"Well, one day me and First Aid were..." he began.