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::
Core Coding – Spark (Another word for her being, their essence, as the Spark is what is them, is who they are as a being)
A/N: Okay, it's been awhile I know. Been dealing with sickness and trying to get myself motivated to type here and there. I haven't given up, love writing this too much to do so, just when you're sick it sucks a lot out of you. And as you can see, there will no longer be Transformers' quotes, instead I will be using parts of the chapter song title for that part for now on. Kind of like a shift for the future chapters.
So, for everyone to know, Siren is at the age of 8 vorns, 3 orns old in this chapter. That being said, there is a couple of time jumps. So, in the first part she is that age, the next jump just add to her years.
Skyfall – Our Last Night
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all together
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
And face it all together
At Skyfall
(At Skyfall)
A vorn later
Pedefalls sounded in a relaxed speed of a jog from the maroon vixen. The area between the Medbay to the apartments, then towards the labs that housed a bot named, Wheeljack, for cycles at time were known to her. With having walked these streets many times, both with and without a friend alongside her, grew to Siren being recognized by bots that traveled the same streets as well.
The first time she had traveled alone had made helms turn towards her in wonder of who's pet she was or why she was traversing alone. Over time, as she walked down these streets with either Wheeljack or First Aid they grew to know her by sight and left her alone once the novelty of seeing a wondering turbofox wore off. And so, most of the time she was left alone to her own devises with only a few bots, mostly a group of femmes, cooing at her as they gave her attention. She will never admit to enjoying those bouts of attention, never. Nope, nadda…okay, she did. A lot.
Soon the building she was heading towards came into view as she rounded the corner. First Aid was busy with training under Ratchet so that left Siren free time to pay a visit to her friend after not being able to for several cycles. Just like First Aid, Siren was being taught by the CMO to see how much knowledge she held and if she could put use to certain ways of fixing a bot. So far, its hasn't gone well with her fixing any bots, but Siren made a good assistant during times of high pressure of patients.
They were in the middle of the war she knew would come around with. Only now, did she know where at in the war they were towards. Well, as a good estimate as she would have seeing that the war took a good amount of time before hitting the points of losing Cybertron. As of right now, Praxus was the front of battle after battles over the two fractions. Many of the patients being brought to the Medbay were manly civilians from Praxus in need of medical attention. The Autobots were split between getting bots evacuated and fighting off the Decepticons that were pushing against them. It made holding the line in Praxus harder.
Slowing down to a walk, Siren weaved her way past mechs and femmes coming and going from the labs. At this time, many were taking breaks from their works or projects, so the hallways were a bit packed as she made her way to the one lab the usually housed the bot she was looking for. Soon Siren was nosing the pad that held his code to allow the door to open and the sounds that greeted her were of a boom and a thud.
Slowly, Siren inched her helm through the door to glance around for the mech. What she found was blacken walls with said mech working himself out from the wall that held a slight indent of his frame. His hips up were blackened, but faded to grey, then to his normal colors the lower she looked on his legs. Her plating twitched as she watched the mech struggle to get his last arm free of the wall, but she found it was a lost cause.
Chittering noises alerted the mech, making him pause and turn to Siren's area at the doorway. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want, just get over here and help me out of the wall." Siren's amber optics brightened in her mirth as she took a few kliks to settle herself down. Once she did, she made her way over to leap up with the top of her pedes. Using her claws, she wiggled them in to make a wedge between his arm plating and the wall. With a couple hard jerks together were they able to free his remain limb from the wall.
Wheeljack then went about dusting off his chassis like it was nothing even though he still remained covered in black. "I thank you for the assistance, Siren." She could only shake her helm at him before giving the mech a pointed look as if asking 'what blew up this time?'. Wheeljack crossed his arms with a pout, fins flashing a deep pink. "Don't give me that look. I was only trying to make something to help you with your medical work."
At that announcement Siren's finials perked as she gave her helm a tilt in question for him to continue. The mech waved her over to him as he led her to the middle of the lab. There sat a table with the project he had been working on all blown apart with some of the smaller pieces being imbedded into the ceiling. Siren took this time to take her datapad. You sure know how to disembowel things even without trying.
Wheeljack returned with a frown at her words, even though she couldn't see it, before going back to take in the damage of his side project. Pieces were moved around with the main body being lifted to see underneath. The mech gave a sigh as he put it back down. "I'm going to have to redo the whole thing. Everything was burnt and torn to pieces in some areas."
What was it supposed to be? You said it was to help with my medical work. Siren asked while Wheeljack thumbed his chin in thought as he glanced around the table of his ruined project. "It was to help give you the pliability to be able to fix bots since you can't with the pedes you have as they don't move in the way you need them to do so." He gave a shrug at the end. "I knew you were getting frustrated with not being able to help like you've been wanting too, so this was what I thought up. It was going to be a prototype."
Siren looked at the project in awe wishing she could smile at the thoughtfulness of her friend. What was the design? How would I have been able to use it?
He gave her a grin, fins flashing brightly in blue. "See, all I would have to do was install it, well, once I was able to hammer out all the bugs before servo. It would've been placed in-between your shoulder joint along your spinal strut just underneath your plating. The way I had it planned was when you were in need of them these two platings would lift up..." He pointed to the plates just behind her shoulders that were a few inches from the spinal strut. "…and you would be able to use your extra arms. Well, they're called prosthetics actually and I haven't really worked out if it'll be two for four yet."
That sounds amazing, Wheeljack, thank you! It would help with what I would need them for. Siren nudged the scientist with her nose on the upper part of his arm after he read her pad. His fins flashed blue making his optics brighten as he gave a small wave of his servo. "It was nothing, Siren. I knew I could create something to help you and so, I've been working on this for a bit."
It's still sweet of you Wheeljack to think of doing that for me. Primus, having that would help distinguish me from normal turbofoxes. Most that know me, know I'm not truly one. Once again, his fins flashed in both his excitement and that of his beasty friend at the possibilities this would bring and give her in the vorns to come. Siren vented as she quickly typed what she wanted said. Well, what are we waiting for?! What do you need to redo it? I want to be able to test it out as soon as possible!
Wheeljack all but jumped into action listing tools and parts for Siren to go and gather for him. While she did that, he went about removing pieces of the ruined project to see if the inside, or if some of them, were still usable for another try. Just before he finished taking it apart he was interrupted but Siren shoving him slightly to the side. He gave her a questioned gaze but quickly figured out what she was doing. Held in her jaw was the buffer he made for her to use with easy for when things blew up with him near.
The mech tried to wave the vixen away, but Siren stayed prescient in trying to get her friend to look at least decent. At least, getting rid of some of the soot that covered his front with the rest of him remaining clean…or close to being clean with the amount of times things blow up near him. Siren gave him a pointed look letting him know he would lose once again to this battle that happened many times already between them. With a dramatic roll of his optics, the mech relented to the buffing of his frame for the…how many times now? Tenth? Twelfth? Or was this the sixteenth time now? Siren couldn't tell anymore as it had somewhat become a routine system between them.
Siren gave a small jump up to put a pede on the middle of his chassis to have a better angle at reaching the top of his left shoulder plating. She glanced at the mech she was using as her support and gave a slight shake of her helm at him. It showed Wheeljack just how funny this was to her as her amber optic gave away the mirth shining in them. He knew after many times of the vixen doing this, that he never stood a chance of winning against her. His fins flash lazily at her in response before tilting his helm back some to allow her easier access to the front of his neck. After half a joor had gone past, Siren was finally finished and dropped the buffer on the table.
Wheeljack gave her a nod of thanks before Siren turned to glanced around the pieces on the table. In the joors that followed the two worked in rebuilding the prototype until it was time for Siren to leave when First Aid showed up. With a goodbye to the tri-colored mech she then glanced to First Aid in question. The few times the mech came by was either to remind her of home, Ratchet needing something, or that they have a ship full of citizens inbound to the medbay.
"All I know is Ratchet commed me wanting you to come by the medbay. He wanted you to meet somebot." He answered for her as they walked towards the medbay building. That made Siren wonder who it was that the grouchy mech would want to introduce to her. Only a few bots even knew about her and even that circle was a small one. Well, she was going to find out soon enough who the bot was.
Reaching the building she followed First Aid through the hallways finding the two were not heading to the medbay. No, they were heading to the area where most of the bots would go for small bit of down time to recharge or refuel before having to rush back off to another patient. Walking into the room she glanced around spotting two bots. One was Ratchet the other was none other than Optimus Prime…or was it still Orion Pax?
"We're back." First Aid stated earning the bot's attention.
"Finally, took the two of you long enough." Ratchet stated making Siren roll her optics as she stopped just before the two bots. "Optimus, I would like to introduce Siren. Siren meet Optimus Prime." Ah, so he was Prime now. Siren held up her left pede as the taller mech took it in greeting. Once done she took her pad out. It is a pleasure to meet a Prime.
His optics widened at seeing the vixen type and reply to him. "Well, this is a bit of surprise. When Ratchet told me about you I was not expecting a vixen to be said femme he spoke of. You are well educated in knowing much of the medical ways."
Finials twitched at his words. Even though Siren was used to the surprise of new bots taking to her it still irked her some. Well, I have survived eight vorns of being online. I was bound to pick some things up during that time and datapads hold much information to those that know to look for them. And I'm surprised my mentor would give such words about a bot. He tends to get grumpy with us during work.
His lips moved a little into a small smile at her words. "It is a pleasure to be meeting with such a unique induvial." He turned to First Aid. "I was told it was you that saved her?"
"Well, Remedy helped patch her up that cycle too. At the time we didn't really know about her being who she was. After finding out, Siren's come to be a rather good friend of mine. We even moved to a bigger home, so she had her own berth to recharge on."
"That was thoughtful of you First Aid." Optimus replied the small smile still stay on his lips.
First Aid could only shrug. "Well, it was better than being shoved off my own berth, so she could steal it." He muttered. Siren couldn't help it and tittered at remembering those times she decided it was her turn to recharge on a berth. It held more room for her than the couch. Siren leaned over to nudge her friend in the hip in playful pushing.
Ratchet had her arms crossed having watched the two many times already when they worked together. "Siren's a good assistant. If she had the mobility to move those front pedes of hers, she would make a good medical bot." At his words Siren quickly typed up a reply to let him know of Wheeljack's prototype before she could forget later.
Ratchet looked over it in thought. "Well, once I get the time, I will take a look. If I happen to like the looks of it, then I would be more than happy to help the mech install it. From the sounds of this prototype it wouldn't just give you the ability to help me in the medbay, it would give you better freedom of doing other things with them."
"That is good news." Optimus stated then giving a brief nod to the three. "It was good to meet with you again Ratchet, but now I must get back to work. It was also a pleasure to meet with my friend's students." With his farewell Siren turned to watch the tall mech leave the breakroom. It had made her wonder when she stopped fangirling over meeting bots she's known about since her previous life. But as she thought it over, having meet many over time, probably helped her lose the wonder of it upon meeting such bots for the first time.
"Alright, since the two of you are here, I want to give a test to you. So, get a move to the bay so we can begin." Ratchet stated in an order making the two lead the way. Both wondering what kind of test he would be giving them.
Three vorns later
"No, no, no. You will need to move the prosthetics over by a centimeter and a quarter or they will rip the plating right off any time she brings them out." The demanding voice of Ratchet rang through the room as he quickly slapped the tri-colored mechs servos out of the way to correct it himself. "There, see, now when they come out they will not get lodged into the plating seem and rip them off. Now, before I complete this with connecting them into her protoform internally, are you sure, this is the final coding and design you made for this and had Siren approve it?"
Fins flashed blue in slight irritation of this question once again. The scientist knew he was just making sure this was the final one. "Once again, yes. This design is far smaller then what I first drew up as the prototype as to fit more surely to her smaller protoframe so that it does not create a lump at her shoulder plating. It has been tested by me nearly seventy-five times with each test being improved upon until I found it very suitable for Siren to give it a test herself to see how it went before you permanently integrated the coding for them into her systems."
"Also, if Siren had not been happy with this one, I would not have scheduled this to be happening like it is. And since you are finally happy with where it is, can we please continue. I don't think Siren would like to remain bare to us for very long or be happy that we took more time within her spark." Wheeljack asked waving a servo over the prone from of Siren. Most of her torso and back plating had been removed showing the vulnerable protoform underneath and soon, the reveal of her spark, as it was the last step for the intergrading the new system.
The tri-colored mech understood why Ratchet was making sure everything was in order as they would essentially be messing with her core coding in order for this system to run on her will, as it would become apart of her. As for the final design, once the prosthetics were in, they were there permanently. They would be apart of her being and would no longer be able to be separated from her internal systems. The frame part that held the prosthetics would be able to be taken for replacements or if need of repair, but the systems would forever be in her core coding.
Ratchet glanced from the mech back to his student. Well, more so an assistant after this procedure. Even then he would keep her on light duty until she worked the prosthetics out. It was just like learning to walk all over again with them. He would have First Aid work with the she-beast to help her along in the process.
The older mech gave a nod with a klik later delving into the inner workings that was Siren. This was the part that would take the longest as he wanted to make sure everything was set right and in place. Then, it would come to working the system into her spark, her core coding. Out of all the tests they had ran, they found their needed to be a coding for the prosthetics or they would not work as well as they had hoped. It would be more as if she had a few wires cut in her leg. It would still move, but not as she would have like if all the wires were together.
"Alright, lets get this over with then." The CMO stated.
After several joors later, the two mechs were setting the vixen's plating back into place but left the two shoulder platings off and one of the platings that went down her spinal strut that would cover the third opening. She would still need to heal with the prosthetics without the plating rubbing into it and cause irritation in the healing process. That and Ratchet wanted the plating around those areas to grow back in, so they form better around the extra lump, very small lump, but still a lump none the less.
It was after they finished did Siren start to come back. Having gone through something like this once before she had to groggily boot up her systems one by one. With still having the nullifiers still running through her fuel lines Siren didn't have any pain when waking up. Though she knew once they wore off she would feel everything that was done in the area.
"Ah, good, I see you are coming around." Ratchet stated moving over going over the data that was coming through. "You'll be like this for another ten breems yet so don't push it. Also, I had Wheeljack go and get First Aid so he could take you home to recover there."
Siren could only give a small gruff of air through her vents to show she heard before closing her optics. Sight it seemed was still needing to check up as it was all muted and grainy to her. At least she could rely on her audio as that had been one of the first systems to come back fully in working order. A breem later Siren heard the door open letting her know Wheeljack and First Aid had arrived.
"Are you sure I should be carrying her? She's nearly as large as me Ratchet." First aid stated glancing at the vixen seeing her finial lazily swerve around towards him.
Ratchet scuffed at that. "Of course not! You'll be pushing her home with the hover bed that she's on now. Carrying her would jostle her too much with such fresh deep welds. I don't want them to break and shift the prosthetics that could later lead to other damages to her frame." Ratchet handed the younger mech the datapad. "This will give you constant data on her spark. I want to make sure nothing blimps off as abnormal with the spark beat since we had to introduce a new coding. Make sure she gets a good dose of energon every few joors and if she seems up to it to eat some copper and nickel ore to help with healing."
First Aid nodded being sure to memorize what was needed. "How long will you want her to stay laying?"
"She will need a good meta-cycle for the welds to take hold. She may end up recharge the first half as the coding works itself in so we won't have to worry about her jerking around in boredom." Ratchet answered. "Well, make sure she gets home and recharges. I will be on my way home myself after I check in what's happened at the medbay."
Wheeljack gave a wave to the medic as he left before heading to one of his projects nearby as he watched the medic move around to start pushing the bed out of the door. "I'll see you and Siren later. I may even come over to see how she is."
"I'll let her know you will stop by." First Aid replied giving a nod to the tri-colored mech once went through the door.
The trek home wasn't too bad. There were still plenty of bots roaming around but less then what the day cycle would have held in pede traffic. Throughout that time, Siren had let her finials turn slowly around as the nullifiers in her fuel lines made it hard to do so. Already she was feeling quite tired even though she just came around from the surgery.
It was here the First Aid glanced to the datapad finding that the vixen was starting to enter recharge. Because of test ran before the procedure, from records documented, he knew that her spark beat slowed a little to what it was now when she recharged. So far it was good signs she showed that her core coding was being able to slow down enough to give time for the integration of the newer coding. The longer her spark stayed at a slower relaxed beat the better chances she had for healing faster as the coding wouldn't have to be forced to work harder to be intergraded. The only thing that would have the same healing process was the welds.
With a light sigh, the mech moved the hover bed into his room so if anything went downhill he would be right there for her. It would mostly be like that for the next few cycles as this was still too early for something to go wrong. Once he was happy with how she was within the room, First Aid went about to set measured medical grade energon cubes for her on the table next to the bed. Afterwards, he made himself comfortable on his own bed with a datapad and began to read out loud for his friend. Even if she was in recharge he knew she would have like to listen to him read.
Several meta-cycles later
"Okay, let's try extending them forward one at a time." First Aid instructed sitting in front of the maroon vixen with his legs crossed.
He watched at her amber optic narrow some in concentration having somewhat mastered getting the prosthetics to come out by they still jerked around as they did so. Then slowly Siren was able to move each one in front of her view. Like many of there sessions, she found her vents cycling air through her frame faster helping to cool it off with the excursion she gave off. Even with it being a few meta-cycles since the procedure she still found she grew tired easier. For a time, she would be like that as she was in the healing process for a bit longer but Siren still found it annoying half the time. At least she was done with med-graded energon, that was a bright side.
Suddenly she felt the side of her muzzle sting as the right prosthetic arm jerked and smacked her. A growl of irritation left her as she glared at the offending arm. Having seen this happen enough times, First Aid rolled with it and moved the lesson forwards. "Alright, if you can, move each one in a circle slowly. Try getting each to do two rounds in one go with each."
Siren nodded looking to the arm that had smacked her and started to work the arm around in a circle like asked. They were small circles but still what was wanted with each arm. Once each arm went through two circles in succession each First Aid had her go again with making larger circles. By the fifth time around with making circles Siren found the arms starting to jerk more than before showing her exhaustion and failing concentration.
"Alright, we'll stop there." He stated and nearly laughed at the show of relief she gave as the arms went limp all around her as she plopped to the floor. "You still need to bring them back in." A return answer was a grumble from the vixen but slowly she drew them back in to their holdings. The small bit of plating that had started regrowing then lay flat over the prosthetics once the last was returned.
"Hey, you did great, Siren. Much better in controlling them than last meta-cycle." He encouraged scooting a little closer to the tired vixen. The neck plating flared up a few times in her way of saying thank you since she couldn't give him a side smile in return. It was here he started to pet her along her neck knowing it relaxed her some and the proof was when her optics slide closed.
"We'll just rest here for a few breems before heading to see Ratchet, okay?" His answer came from a flick of a finial. "And don't worry, we will get some oil cakes afterwards. You really did do a good job this cycle." All Siren did was move a little towards him to nuzzle his knee joint that was closest.
The Whispering Sage - Yes, Siren would have a heat cycle as she hasn't reach her tenth vorn of living. As of the ending to this chapter, she has gone through her first one.
wolf girl811 - Yeap! Notch is to become an Autobot medic. As for Prowl, being as i grew up with G1 and reading a bit of the IDW's issues i cant help but want to mix the two a little. Still had to have the table flipping come in. Cant go without it now thanks to IDW. And as for the testing bit...There will be reasons coming for that.
Secret - OIL CAKES ROCK! So does Wheeljack. Jackie boy!
Steelcode - With Siren, oil cakes are her weakness. Like badly.
Sakura Hatsu - Well sadly, Meeting Optimus didnt involve petting as Ratchet would have informed the tall mech of her independence of being a person/bot. So, petting her would have been too over stepping things for the gentle giant. Or well, gentle when near comrades. Battlefield not so much.
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