Nano-kilk - half of a Cybertron second

Klik - Cybertron second

Breem - Cybertron minute

Joor - Cybertron hour

Cycle/Lunar-cycle - Day or night

Meta-cycle - Cybertron week

Orn - Cybertron month

Vorn - Cybertron year

Deca-cycle - Cybertron decade

Mega-cycle - Cybertron century

Siren talking through datapad

::Comm Link::

Quintesson: You are the one named Kup. You are Cybertron's chief of secutity.

Kup: Nah, my names Teaspoon, and I'm Cybertron's chief dishwasher.

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Rodimus Prime: Last big party of the summer folks! Let's go out with a bang!

Ultra Magnus: Just once, couldn't your attitude reflect the gravity of the situation?

Rodimus Prime: Not if I can help it!

First Aid sat waiting for the flight to reach the location. There had been no information giving to him about what he would be expecting. How many were there? What bot was injured? How badly were they injured, if so? Those were the thoughts that went through his processor as the cycle ended to give way for the lunar-cycle. The ship would continue to fly still having nearly ten more joors to go and with those thoughts running within, First Aid knew he would not find recharge easily.

It would be a few cycles before he returned, and thoughts of Siren's wellbeing sprung up. Did Ratchet go to see her? Was she doing okay without him there? Well, of course she would, knowing how often she would hold real conversions with him and he knew he would never tire of them. It was interesting to find such a level of intelligence within a beast like her.

That made his thoughts stop. Should she even be considered a beast? In frame, yes, but in processor…no, she was more than one would be. It made him wonder to how she was doing. Maybe he should invest in a holoscreen like she's been begging him to do. At least that way he knew she would have something other than datapads to reread again. He should see about getting some more readable datapads too for her. Something new that she could read other than his medical ones.

With a vent First Aid drew his helm back to lay on the ships wall. Optics closed as he tried to will his processor quiet. It didn't help much at kliks later they would come back in force. So, he stood up and paced hoping to exile some energy to see if that could help get him into recharge. After twenty breems he knew it wasn't helping as he thought it would have.

"First Aid?" he turned to the femme's voice and gave a surprised greeting at seeing the familiar frame. "Nebula? I thought you were still at the Academy." He stated moving over to her to give her a hug making her give a small laugh. She pulled back giving his frame a look over. "I still am, just shadowing the pilots."

"Pilots?"

She smiled. "Yeah, I choose to learn more about piloting ships like this. I wasn't doing too well with the physical aspect of the Academy, so they gave me a few choices to train in something else. Since then I've been excelling enough that they let me do my first shadow mission." Excitement flushed into her faceplates as she spoke.

"That's wonderful Nebula! I remember when I shadowed my mentor after finishing all of my studies."

"Yeh, I'm hoping to graduate with top marks. That way, I can throw that in my sire's faceplates." She replied with a slight bit of venom. "He thought it was funny to send a message of how disappointed he was that I couldn't shape up to what he was expecting since I was sparked from him." Nebula gave a snarl at the last. "From the great Commander Longdive."

First Aid laid a servo on her much smaller shoulder in comfort. "Hey, don't think of him. He's just trying to get a rise out of you knowing how you don't care much for him. I know you will show Longdive that it doesn't always take the physical aspect of being a soldier to do great things." He said in earnest gaining a small smile from the femme. "I think you'll make an excellent pilot."

Nebula looked at him with her smile, then gave a small nod of her helm. "You're a really good friend, First Aid. I'm glad to have met you all those vorns ago." First Aid grinned even though he knew she couldn't see it, but Nebula could feel it for certain as her own smile grew a little.

"Are you sure? I mean, I was kinda…overcharged at the time and I swear I didn't mean what I did." He stated sliding into a nervous laugh as the memory came forward. That made Nebula give a snort. "Ah, that was one way of meeting a bot." her visor flashed in her glee. "Just next time First Aid, make sure it's on a berth and not the floor. I had a pinch in my back strut for a few cycles because of that."

He gave a small groan as he looked up before glancing down a little at her. "Well, if you were a bit taller I wouldn't have run over and fell on you. Just so you know, you make a very comfy place to lay on to recharge."

Her jaw sprung open at his words before a laugh erupted from her vocalizer. "You aft!" she said giving him a push to his upper arm as he gave his own chuckle. "At least I don't weight five hundred tons."

"I do not!" he yelled with good humor. "I will have you know femme, I am of good weight for a mech of my size."

"Uhum, keep telling yourself that my friend." A yell for Nebula was heard making both glance over to the area. "Well, looks like I have work to get back to. We still have nine joors to go so try and get some recharge, okay?" He gave a nod to her. "I'll try."

"That's all I ask for Aid. We don't know what we may expect with being so close to Decepticon controlled area. Be prepare if a fire fight happens." She then jerked her helm to a berth. "Get some recharge, it'll help past the joors too."

"Will you be getting some recharge also?" he asked heading to the berth turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"Yeah, once my shadowee's shift is over." She replied turning to walk back towards the pilot's den. "After this is done, we should go out for some energon. It's been a while since we did so." That was the last First Aid hear her say before she had gone too far for his audios to pick up her voice. With a few wiggles on the berth he settled himself to inter recharge, this time taking less time than before.

First Aid came out of recharge with a jerk before giving his helm a shake to clear it some. It was then he took notice of the shift in gravity telling him that they were descending to the ground. They had arrived at the location and so, he readied his medbag in case there was any that needed fixed. Glancing up he found Nebula walking over to him as she readied a gun held in her servos.

"Do you really think we will need that?" he asked making the femme look up. She gave a small shrug. "You can never be too careful. More so where we are at." The ship gave several jerks before settling on the ground. "You ready?" she asked as the hatch started to lower.

"As much as I ever will, Neb." He replied.

"Hey, don't worry as much, our scanners didn't pick anything up around us so we're clear at the moment." She informed the medic. "We even did a few round-a-bouts of the area to make sure. Though, we should still hurry if we can. You can never be too sure if things can change in breems."

First Aid gave her a nod before walking down the ramp to look around. Buildings surrounded the small ship providing some coverage from the sky as they wondered through empty streets. "It's a little sad to know this war had destroyed this area. When I was last here it was a good market place and had decent bots to chat with."

First Aid looked to her seeing her stop by a building that had crumbled in on itself as she laid a servo on the remaining wall. Her visor dimed as her thoughts reminded her of what had been here before. "There are times I hate this war. So many have died and we both know more will continue to be snuffed." Taking several steps towards her, he laid a servo on her shoulder gaining her attention seeing the frown pulling at her lip components.

"That just means we would cherish those we are close with even more and will be willing to keep them as safe as we can." He stated. "Let's get going, we're almost there." Nebula gave a nod pulling away from the ruined building.

Breems later the two found the building where the coordinates lead them too. "Oh thank Primus! Took you long enough you fraggers." A large purple and white femme appeared with arms crossed as she looked down at the two bots. "Let's get this one the road, shall we?" she said half turning to the inside. "They're here bots, get those turbofoxes going. We're leaving."

"You're going to have to carry Bluefire, Skybreak." A voice stated from inside.

"Yeh, yeh, I know, Phasewing." The femme replied walking into the building leaving the two bots to glance at each other in question. Soon several bots and turbofoxes wondered out. The large femme came back out carrying a brute. "Let's get going, we don't have much time before another patrol flies over. Don't worry your little helm there, medic. Only this brute is injured." She stated walking passed First Aid.

Nebula gave a snort before following the femme to lead her to the ship. First Aid returned with a scoff but took to the back of the group. He counted nine bots and five turbofoxes with only the one turbofox being injured like the femme stated. Well, it made this mission a bit easier as the ship came into view. Several other bots went over to the group to help them into the ship with swiftness not wanting to remain there any longer.

Skybreak paused with one pede on the ramp before turning her helm to the side as if listening for something. Optics widen when she caught the sounds of jet engines. "Hurry! Seekers incoming!" she shouted running up the ramp ignoring the yelps from the brute that was being jostled in her arms. Quickly setting him down as Aquatalon took over, the femme moved back outside pulling out her sniper from subspace along the way. A rectangle shaped glass on the left side of her helm moved forward then snapped into place above her optic giving her the scope to snip.

"Move! Start the ship up NOW!" she ordered as the last few bots dove inside as the ships engines could be heard whirring to a start. Maneuvering the gun into position she zoomed in on her first target and kliks later she pulled the trigger. Without needing to see her work she moved to the next one and shot.

By now the ship was gaining air, relieving the ground of its burden yet Skybreak stood unaffected by the sways as she moved to another target. Balls of fire were shown in the sky in the distance as the ship lifted into the sky with speed being gained. With the three hits she took out in near rapped succession, the last two began swooping and twirling to make it harder for the femme to fire upon them.

With a sneer on her lips she pulled her gun up knowing it would be useless to try and follow them at the speeds they used to keep from being shot out of the sky. Turning, Skybreak ran into the ship towards the front with a servo tightly holding onto the back of one of the pilot seats. The pilot quickly shifted to the side to keep out of the seeker's firing range. A loud click came from behind letting everyone know the hatch was closed as several shots outside sounded off when they hit metal.

"Contact Sigma Nine! They're the closest to us and could help with air cover if we get close enough." She ordered as the ship tilted again before being angle nearly straight up. Yells of surprise were heard from the next room with thuds of frame hitting the walls from the inertia. Having held onto the seat Skybreak had kept her pedes under her making sure to focus of the radar that showed the two seekers. "Do we have a top hatch that I can use to try and shoot those seekers down?"

"No, this is one of our smaller shuttles, mainly used for transportation within the city limits." A bot answered for the pilot who was concentrating on keeping everybot alive even though most were being flung about in his evasive actions. Skybreak growled letting her optic look up quickly to the window before going back down to the radar. "Get Sigma Nine! NOW! Make sure they know you are coming in hot." The bot that answered her quickly did as ordered.

Turning on her pedes she stormed back to the hatch only to be jostled off them, the lower right of the hatch exploded, forcing her backwards from the blast. A screeching yelp was heard with a scream following it a klik later before Skybreak could turn to see what had happened. Boltgear gripped the jagged burned edge of the ships wall with one arm while the other had taken a hold of Glowstar. One pedes dug into the metal floor with the other bent where he had to kneel from the focus of the air whipping around him. Her screams were barely heard over the rush of wind that flew past the gaping wound on the ship, her frame being flung around making it harder for Boltgear to hold Glowstar.

Making sure to find servo holds Skybreak made her way over to the two as quickly as she dared. Helm swiveled around to find one of the turbofox shifting madly as the air force him towards the opening. Pedes now moving only on air when the ship shifted once more to dodge more of the fire fight making the air grip the brute fully. Optic widened as she moved to take hold of the flying beast but found she was inches too late. Glowstar screamed in panic when she found the brute heading straight at her at an alarming rate.

Boltgear nearly went with the two when the brute hit the femme full on, breaking the hold the mech had. He yelled for the femme feeling large servos grip him before his own hold on the ships walls falter. Both stared as the femme and brute tumbled in the air before the distance lost them into tiny specs. Glowstar's screams still ringing in their audios. Skybreak quickly looked behind her to the other bots to find many had found servo holds to grip while the remaining turbofoxes had taken to bumping into the opposite side of the hatch.

It was at that time she found only three huddled there meaning the screeching yelp she had heard first had been from a turbofox. From the three she could see, both Bluefire and Grip were the ones to have flown out from the hole leaving Nethertide, Goldrush, and Coreshock as Boltgear's remaining pack.

"How much more must I loss to those fraggin' FRAGGERS!" Boltgear yelled out, optics blazing in his rage.

"Skybreak!" the femme turned to see a bot half hanging out from the doorway into the pilot's den. "Sigma Nine is here! We were able to contact them!"

The purple and white femme shifted back to look out of the hole her grip of the walls never loosening. As the bot had stated a patrol of Autobot seekers swooped down onto the two Decepticons quickly taking them on. Three of the six broke off to surround the shuttle as their brothers continued to follow the Cons to make sure they couldn't keep on the shuttles tail.

Now that the shuttle didn't have Decepticons after it, the ship's speed slowed letting the air pressure soften from within. Though none made to move from their holds until the ship landed where Sigma Nine was stationed. First Aid glanced around taking in the looks of shock, anger, and loss that had taken a hold in the bots they rescued.

His focus turned to Nebula when he felt her servo on his lower arm. A frown pulled at her lip components as she also took in the bots. "They've lost so much."

First Aid glanced back to them to see them huddle in a group to help comfort each other. All but Boltgear who seethed in his rage and anger. "Yet, we both know more will be lost as this war continues as it does." Nebula lowered her helm as that. "And there's not much we can do, is there." All he could returned was a shake of his helm and he felt her grip tighten some on his arm plating.

Siren grinned on the inside as she dodged between Ratchet legs making the mech fume and waved the wrench in servo threateningly at her. All that made her do was bark out in her own way of laughing, and hey, the patient was done being fixed anyway. Nearly three cycles into her stay with Ratchet, Siren found that the Medbay was where the mech literally worked and recharged. Where he recharged was a room off from the Medbay that held his berth, desk, and several other things that showed he lived there. That meant Siren grew bored quickly.

Many of the datapad the mech held were pretty much the same as the ones First Aid had and so already knew what they would say. So, she took things into her pedes to give her the entertainment she was craving for. That entertainment was messing with Ratchet. "Primus! I will never watch that fraggin vixen again for that mech! I would sooner jump into the slag pit before doing it again!"

Glance back to the mech only to duck her helm at a flying wrench that zoomed by to close for comfort. "Do you want me to take her for a walk? The vixen's probably just pint up with energy." Finals perked at the mention of even stepping outside. Outside was really tempting for her.

The bot that had suggested such thing had been none other than Wheeljack. Okay, maybe not the mech she wanted to be around seeing as said mech had just gotten a leg reattached from one of his project blowing up near him. It was also probably the reason the mech smelled of explosives like it was his own scent with a bit of rubber underlining it. You know what, if she gets blown sky high it'll be worth it if it meant not staying in the medbay for another breem.

With shifting hops, she gave a small whine gaining both mech's attention. "See! Told you it could be that!"

"Fine, I could use a few joors away from that slaggin pest of First Aid's pet! Get going then." Without further encouragement the white mech hopped off the berth and moved to the vixen. He glanced around seeing only a vest on the turbofox but could not find the leash. "The vixen doesn't seem to have a leash, Ratchet."

"Uh, oh, just go, the vixen will follow you. First Aid trained her not have need of one." He stated turning away from the two. "Oh, and her names Siren."

Wheeljack glanced to the vixen that sat waiting. "Well, Siren, let's get going." His fins flashing bright blue momentarily taking her focus before she gave a yip and bounced around the mech in eagerness. He gave a chuckle and walked out of the medbay into the hall with Siren following. Too focused on getting out of the building she didn't see Ratchet glance over his shoulder towards her with a frown and narrowed optics.

Wheeljack took to watching the vixen that kept to the right of him, never wavering very far from him. "First Aid mush have trained you well. I wonder what his techniques are to achieve such a thing." Siren didn't stop the optic roll at him mutterings. As the mech was a scientist she figured he was taking in observations of her as they went. He must not be around many turbofoxes then if he's trying to work out training techniques.

It made her a little weary knowing this mech could very well see more than what most bots can about her and that she knew a lot more than what was normal for her kin. Finals twitch back at that thought. Wheeljack would be the mech to devise such a conclusion about her. Glancing over to the white mech, who had his optics glued to her with a concentration that made her plating shift some in nervousness.

"Your optics are different." He stated stopping making Siren stop also to look up at the mech. "They seem to hold more awareness than what I've seen in many other cyber-beasts." Primus she was right, he's figuring it out and he's only been near her for a few breems. Wheeljack took a step back from her as if sensing her anxiety. "I do not mean any harm, it is just fascinating to know cyber-beasts could hold intelligence. It is not unheard of but very, very rare. You could even say only three records of such thing happening over the span of when Primus sparked the Thirteen Primes."

At this, Siren could only tilt her helm at him in her confusion. His fins flashing in his amusement. "You are not the first to be recognized as an intelligent beast." He paused in thought. "Why don't we go to my workspace and I'll let you see the records…That is if you know how to read glyphs." Siren only gave a slow nod trying to take in the calm why the mech was going about this. Shouldn't he be freaking out about this?

Then again, Wheeljack was always one bot that could take things in stride without causing much trouble. Her thoughts took over her processor, going over all that had just happened. So, she wasn't the only beast to have had this kind of thing happen to them. He even told her there had been five other accounts of it happening. Where they were walking too didn't take long and Siren quickly scoped out the mess that was Wheeljack's workspace.

The mech then went about searching through the mess of parts, projects he had, and tossing aside several burned things. Siren could only guess it was what caused the mech's blown off leg from earlier. "Ahh! Here it is." He shouted out in glee, fins flashing bright as he turned to her to show her the datapad. Cracked at the top and really old looking, but still usable.

"I've read all there was about the five known beasts that held bot like thoughts." Siren took the pad in her jaw before setting it on the floor. Glancing up at the mech she found him turning away as he spoke. "I'll let you read in piece. It is incredible to have met one."

Taking this as her que to read she settled down and once she was comfortable she began.

It is a delight of mine to have known such a cyber-beast. When I had met Mystic, the poor cybercat was injured terribly, and I didn't know what I could do to help him. I was glad that Grooves was with me when we came upon Mythic as he had training to fix cyber-beasts. Once we were able to move the beast without causing more pain we took him quickly to Onyx Prime—

Siren stared at the name in shock. This was the first one she was reading, and it dated all the way back to that Prime. That meant this was really, really old.

-to see if he could help the beast further.

-Mythic was always at my side. He never left. I would find at times when I vented about the fighting he would always be there to listen.

Glancing back up to the section above to the one she now read. It was like a gap between the two. That meant some of the journal had some of the file corrupted over time leaving large gaps. It made sense with just how old the text was telling her.

-Mythic has been acting worrisome lately. So much that I go to Onyx Prime while he is not busy to ask what to do for the cybercat I have befriended. With Onyx Prime being a beastformer himself it would make sense that he would understand cyber-beasts. I do hope to Primus he can.

-His optics hold so much. His fear, joy, and love. For once I understand now. I understand him. It has taken me many, many deca-cycles but I can finally understand my cybercat. It was all thanks to Onyx Prime who granted me to learn the way of speaking with beast speech. I tried to speak with other beast but found they do not hold the intellect Mythic does. I realized later after Mythic had taken a grave wound to his frame that I was granted the sight of his spark.

He granted me the cherished sight of such a venerable spark of light that was our lifeforce. Mythic knew he would not make it to see the next cycle and it was his gift to me that I would be the one to see his very soul. That was what made him different from the other cyber-beasts. It was the spark of a bot that he held within the frame of a beast. No other beast held such a spark and it broke my own spark to know I would never speak with one such as him.

-Vorns have past and not a cycle goes by that I don't think of Mythic. His golden optics, black plating, and the amusing way he would recharge. I miss him greatly, but I know he walks with Primus now and it lifts the hurt from my spark. There have been times I wished for his presence again. If only to let him see the bundle I hold in my arms now.

But, then I would not have given my sparkling your name. He even holds your golden optics and I can't help but see you in them. Maybe Primus gifted you with life again, to start over as a bot and not a beast. I would give a thousand thanks to Primus if that is what happened, but even it is not so, I will still cherish my little sweetspark.

Beast speech. Spark. It tumbled around in her processor of all she read. And the fact she read some bot's personal journal. Didn't even know the bot's name just that the bot knew of a cyber-beast by the name of Mythic.

"Have you finished the first one? I know there is not much of her life with Mythic, but it still tells a lot more than the other two." She looked up towards Wheeljack as he kneeled next to her. "Sadly, not many know of this. Over the mega-cycles many of the copies were lost and it was only on pure luck I found this one. I've searched about beast speech too, but couldn't find anything about it. Only that many bots who had beast forms could commune with cyber-beasts."

Suddenly the mech turned nervous causing Siren to eye him. "I know I shouldn't ask you of this but as a scientist I gain a curiosity of things. To know that you could hold a spark within you." Siren blinked taking in his way of asked to see her spark. Truthfully, if it had been any other bot that was a stranger to her she would have growled at that.

He still is a stranger to her even if knowing of him from the shows, but it was because of them she knew she could trust him. Well, maybe not his deranged shattered glass self. The sounds of shifting plates were heard as a soft blue light lit the area between the two. Awe fell on the mech's faceplates before he looked away kliks later. Siren had learned later, after opening the plating over her spark the first time, that it was scarred to be shown another's spark.

Having done so to Wheeljack, it told him of the level of trust she gave him by letting him view her spark. That she had let him see her soul that held all she was. Siren understood his curiosity about a spark being within a beast's frame. It was like he said, rare of that happening in the first place.

"I thank you." He whispered, this time his fins showing a deep pink when they flashed. It was rather cute to see the different colors that flashed as she let her plating cover her spark back up. Wheeljack looked into her optics in thought. "It's only fair I let you see mine since you gave me such trust in seeing yours." Her optics widen when she watched his chest plating shift aside.

Siren couldn't help but panic when the mech did that missing the way his fins flash bright pink. No, she could only focus on the pale blue light of his spark. It moved in a playful way that made Siren think of the times he was very enthusiastic about things. Just like Wheeljack had done, Siren had to look away. It was just too much to see of one's pure being of life. Though, she couldn't help but be amazed to have seen his spark.

Looking back at the mech she found him smiling, or what seemed like he was with that face mask of his. Siren could only guess he was with the way his optics were squinted a little. Suddenly he held out a servo like he wanted her to shake it. "Let's start over…or well actually be introduced like bots normally would and not through the Doc. The names Wheeljack."

Siren wished her mouth could move for she would have been smiling at the mechs antics. Humoring him she lifted a pede and laid it on his servo. His digits wrapped her pedes and shook it a couple of times. Knowing her name and that she didn't speak he went forward. "It is a pleasure to meet with a lovely femme as yourself."

Siren felt her spark speed up some at his words making her frame heat up. For the first time Siren found out how a bot could blush. And who knew Wheeljack could be smooth. Without knowing it, she found her helm tilting away from the mech but couldn't help but glance back at him as he lowered her pede. "I hope we can be friends." His fins flashed blue with his words.

This time her spark did a flipping feel within her. Siren didn't know what was going on with it and for now didn't want to know. With a nod to the mech their friendship had begun.

Okay, i don't know how Wheeljack came into it but he blew into this chapter without warning. I was just going to have him visit the Medbay and then, then all that happens. See this is what happens when my mind wonders while i write. Though i cant help but love how it turned out.

Steelcode - Right, i can never be too far my my dog without her following me.

wolf girl811 - Well, the wildlife has a different purpose that will be revealed in the coming chapters. Oh and i love the Assistant Nurse bit you did! As for the T-cog, Siren was born without one so she doesnt have the ability to shift forms. She's basically a monoformer, just not being able to have the choice to remove the organ if she wanted too. I would love if she did have an alt form but it is not to be. Brahah ohh Primus, Molten Master! It wasnt until you said something that i realized just how similar Molten Master and Sideburn are. Both went after red things...now i need to bring in Molten Master again just for that. Hmm, for Starscream, i havent really given much thought on what mash up ill be doing with the mech. I have a love for the Armada version but will see as the chapters come out.

Whoo that was a lot to get out.

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