Regali

Vega

Serenity

Ratchet shook his head.

"I'm not familiar with these designations." He handed the datapa back to the sparkling, and she chirred unhappily. She had been certain the mech would have known the designations. He had made mention of his time during The Great War and what cybertron was like before it, so he had been her best bet to find out about the names. Her audio receptors folded down slightly, and the sunlight that streamed in through the window glinted of them. It was midday the day after the battle with Starscream, and Optimus was still being kept by Ratchet in the medbay. Sari's key reparation of Prowl was one thing, but her re-activation of Optimus was something else entirely. It had shaken the Prime, and Rix had decided to spend the night in the medbay for company and comfort. The sparkling had missed the battle, having been kept away from the battle by the Sari's friends while the Autobots tried to 'negotiate' with the decepticon.

Not to mention the fact that she had felt guilty. Her episode had only shown him attacking the group, not how it would all play out.

After the battle with Starscream, the sparkling had taken it upon herself to order her episodes, with some help from her creator and Ratchet. There was an area that they had placed episodes they couldn't figure out where to put, and drawings accompanied some of them. They were clearly drawn by the sparkling, and she was very proud of them

She gave a hop over to Optimus and handed him the datapad, and made an unhappy chirp as he shook his head. But then he stopped and frowned, pondering on the name.

"Regali…" He spoke, before moving to get off the berth.

"Don't you dare." Ratchet's tone was harsh, and it startled them both. He was glaring at them, but they both knew who it really was directed at.

It seemed that the incident had rattled the medic more than was realized.

"Ratchet-"

"What do you need?"

Optimus exchanged a look with Rix, and she shrugged her shoulders, as if to say what do you want me to do?

"There's a datapad in my room, the fifth on the shelf. It has a poem on it, and I believe that's where the designation is..." The medic walked off before he finished his sentence. The sparkling pulled herself up onto the berth with some help from him, cuddled up to his side, and basked in his warmth while they waited for the medic to come back. He gently wrapped a servo around her, and she accepted back the datapad, clutching it close.

"Thank you Optimus."

"You're welcome Rix." He was glad that the sparkling had taken very quickly to manners, as she was very polite and would usually apologize after a tantrum.

Eventually Ratchet returned, followed by Prowl, a Rix cooed, her wings swaying softly.

She reached out her arms and the mech obliged, settling her so she rested against his chestplates. Accepting the datapad from the mech, Optimus started scrolling through, occasionally tapping. The group waited in silence, Ratchet going over his scans while Rix showed her drawing to her creator.

"It's very well done Rix."

Compliments weren't the ninja's forte, but Ratchet had described it as more of giving encouragement, and recommended that the rest of the team should do the same. Whether they liked it or not, they were all involved in raising the sparkling. Ratchet may have had the most experience with sparklings, but he had never had one himself, and she had attached herself to Prowl who, fortunately, had grown fond of the idea of being a creator. Rix had endeared herself to all of them, and it was very obvious that she considered Bulkhead and Bumblebee as brother figures. Bumblebee let her win games on occasion and sometimes she genuinely won, and his boisterous personality while winning had rubbed off on her somewhat.

"Yeah! Eat my dust fragger!"

He had at least had the audacity to be a bit apologetic about her first swear.

And Rix had promised not to say any others.

She was obviously pleased the compliment, grinning up at him while she drew some more on the datapad.

"Here it is." Prowl set Rix down onto the berth, the sparkling settling back against the Primes side as he lowered the datapad to her level.

Glory to Regali

Our leader our healer

Regality she is

Our Divinity's gift

In cybertronian form

Our protector

And her Gloria

From our Divinity's sorrow

A femme who was gorgeous, with what could only be described as multiple wings around her, and creature so gentle with the sparklings surrounding them. The femme laughed, a regal sound.

Regali.

She was laughing, a creature perching on each shoulder, while she cradled one in her arms.

Optimus was holding her with both servos, Prowl's resting against her back and rubbing small circles. Ratchet quickly scanned her as per usual after an episode, and added the scan to the file he was building for her.

"Huh…" She rubbed at her optics, leaning up in the Primes hold. "That one was different."

"How so?"

She tapped at her arm in nervous habit, before answering.

"Usually it's like a TV show, where I'm one of the characters. This time it was like I was an audience. So not bad different, just… different." Shivering as the Prime handed her over to her creator, she scrambled to grab the datapad as it slipped off the berth. The Prime caught it and gave it back to her, exhaustion creeping in both of them. Both ninja and medic exchanged looks, before Prowl carried her out of the room, ready to settle them both down for recharge. Ratchet grumbled at the Prime to lay back down, and, albeit with some arguing, the Prime fell into recharge.

The medbay was quiet without the ambiance of both sparkling and Prime, and Ratchet let himself fall into the nearest chair with a groan.

He could hear the TV from their rec room, and it's audio was at a lower volume and a different show than usual. He could make out enough of the audio to tell that their resident humans had picked the TV show this time.

Sari's babysitter and her group of friends had demanded to be allowed into the base whenever Sari happened to be there, Fan citing that the young girl was her responsibility. Fan had hugged the girl close after they had been reunited, tears streaming down her face as she tried to calm down.

Usually Bumblebee would pick fights with whoever over what to watch, but they were all tired. He was too tired to pick fights, Ratchet was too tired to complain, Bulkhead had gone to recharge a while ago, and the rest of the base was trying to relax.

And he wouldn't admit it, but he had been afraid. Before the 'confrontation' with the Nemesis , he had forgotten that fear that Decepticons caused. Starscream may have become more egotistical and insane over the years, but he was still second in command and air commander of the Decepticon army for a reason.

The mech was dangerous. But now they had no idea where he was, and the team would need to go through some training in case they ever had to deal with anymore Decepticons, especially since they had the All-Spark.

But that was for another day.

Right now…

The notification blinked in the corner of his datapad, and he hesitated to open it.

But he did, and couldn't decide on whether to smile or frown.

Ratchet

I'm coming to earth