A/N: Hello! I am posting the next Chapter today because I will be out of town this weekend (I'm such a rebel lol). Anyways, this is a few hours after the last Chapter. Delta has been upgraded. Yay. So, some of you have asked if he will be a triple-changer. The answer to that, is no. as cool as it would be, that does not work for what I have planned for the sequel (spoiler alert).

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any shape or form. I only own the story and any and all OCs in said story. If there's someone you're not familiar with, it's probably an OC.

{Blah} = Symbiote Bond

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Systems at full power…

Comm. active…

Tracking Systems active…

Energy levels 100%…

{Master. Master Delta, wake up. It's over.}

Delta slowly comes out of stasis, the metal ceiling of the MedBay greeting him. He felt…heavier. A form appears above him, shining a light in his optics. His optics squeeze shut at the sudden brightness and he groans.

"Knockout…seriously?"

There's chuckling.

"Told ya he wouldn't like it."

Delta cracks open his optics again, this time, the light was nowhere to be found. His visor slides down, protecting his optics as he slowly sits up, Breakdown right beside him, helping him.

"Take it easy kid, you just woke up. Your systems are gonna be out of whack for a bit until you get used to everything."

Delta swings his legs over the side of the Berth, and lifts up his arms, looking at his new armor. Knockout steps forward again, and begins scanning Delta. He looks at the results.

"Well, Delta, your systems seem to be adjusting well so far—Talon's as well. However, take it easy for a while just in case."

He nods, "Run around the ship screaming, and play keep-away with the Insecticons. Got it."

Breakdown snorts, coughing when Knockout levels a murderous glare at him. Though he'd had his reservations about the beastly Mechs in the beginning, Delta had soon gotten on friendly terms with them, just like he had with the troopers. Playing keep-away with the larger Mechs was definitely something he'd done before. The resulting injuries had been a pain to repair.

Grinning, the turquoise youngling slides off the berth. He stumbles once his peds hit the ground and Breakdown holds out a servo to steady him. He was now almost as tall as the blue Mech, coming up to just under his height.

"You're a lot bigger than before—that means heavier too. You're gonna have to find a new center of balance."

Delta nods in understanding. Breakdown turns, facing Delta. Lifting up his servos, the older Mech allows Delta to grip his forearms. Holding on to Breakdown's arms, Delta shifts, taking a shaky step forward, looking down at his peds. He stumbles a few times, but some words of encouragement from Breakdown and Talon, and soon, they make one full lap around the MedBay. Breakdown helps Delta over to the berth, the younger Mech sitting down with a sigh, suddenly feeling really tired.

Knockout places a servo on Delta's shoulder.

"Alright, Delta, that's enough for today. Get some rest. Once you've got your strength up, we'll get you a new vehicle form."

Delta nods, leaning back against the berth without arguing. He watches Knockout and Breakdown head towards the door, turning the lights off as they go. Delta sighs again, this time in contentment. His optics slowly close, and he's soon deep in recharge, a smile on his face.


Megatron turns as the door to the Command Center opens, Knockout and Breakdown walking through.

"Ah, Knockout. How did everything go?"

"Very smoothly, My Lord. Delta's upgrades were a success and right now he's resting."

"Good. When he wakes again, have him come see me after you take him to receive his new alt mode."

The two Mech nod, before bowing and leaving. Once the door slides closed, Megatron faces the window again, humming in thought. Even after all this time, there was something about Delta that intrigued him. He didn't know what it was…however, he was determined to find out.