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

Beast speak

::Comm Link::

WARNING FOR PRIMUS' FRAGGING SAKE! There is DEATH at the end of this chapter.

Okay, for information on Whizbreak, she is a very old femme. One that knows beast speak old. Was taught by Onyx Prime even. Also, I found I love her to much not to add her in. She just seems a bit bubbly to me that I liked.

Fade Away – Breaking Benjamin

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away

Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way

And I can't remember how it all began to break

You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Fast I fade away

It's almost over

Slums of Iacon

"Pitiful. This one looks like it hasn't had a decent ounce of energon in a good while." A femme stated disgusted by the sight of the cyber-hound that was caught in their trap, it's plated clanking together. Its once colorful plating of orange, dark green, and black was now dulling gray. "The thing is not long for Primus; its plating shows it is near to offlining." She waved a servo with a sigh.

"Its not like we can get better ones from the better places of Iacon. Too many Autobolts around to stop us and throw us in cuffs." Another femme stated raising her blaster to the whimpering cyber-hound. A single shot was done, and the hound relaxed its frame on the ground in a thud as the femme turned to her leader.

"We need to do something. Get a couple nice cyber-beast in our servos and we'll get a better sum of credits added to our banks. And to do that, we need to take higher risks in order to achieve what we want." The leader stated looking to the higher buildings that was the center of Iacon miles from them. "We both know that there, is where our bigger prizes lie. More well-fed, more pampered pets just ripe for the taking."

"Well, what are we waiting for Trailshot? It'd be better then the servo full of credits from these wastes of beasts around here." She said jabbing a thumb back to the grayed frame of the hound. "The only thing we would have to worry about is competition. We may not be the only hunters there looking for prey."

Trailshot grinned at her friend. "Then it's a good thing we're the only femmes in this job. And when we put our minds on a prize..."

"Haha, we get want we want." The other femme replied as a smile graced her lips. "Whatever the cost."

"That's my femme." Trailshot said.

One vorn later – Iacon –Sector 14, Apartment 64-F

First Aid sighed heavily. This was not going as well as could be. "Sir, please, this is a checkup. Let us in to preform it and be out of your way." The medic informed through the door of their patient's home.

"NOT WITH THAT THING! I WILL NOT HAVE A TURBOFOX CHECK ANYTHING OUT ON MY FRAME!" came the replied of a mech. "IT'S AN ABOMINATION! A SPAWN OF UNICRON HIMSELF!"

First Aid glanced to his left at Siren with a roll of his optics. "Sir, please, you need this checkup. Siren is a trained medic that can do your checkup quickly and with practiced ease."

"NO! FRAG OFF!"

First Aid hung his helm in frustration before looking at the pad Siren poke him with. It's alright, not everybot will be inclined to have medical help from a turbofox. I still have my own patients that I can do that I have dealt with Aid.

The mech gave a groan at that. "That's not the point, Siren. You've been a medical personal for a good seven orns now when you gained full control of your new arms. Then you add the time in which you were an assistant and many bots would know you well."

Siren shook her helm at her friend. Yes, but most house calls leave bots like this one, a little weirded about having me be the one to do the checkup. Their minds are not as open to this as many bots are that have seen me regularly. You will have to do this one. I will head to the next patient and see you later after work.

First Aid nodded knowing that if they lingered any longer here they would not reach the others for the cycle. "Just remember, we have to meet Remedy at Old Maccadam's Oil House. It's a demand, not an invitation, so we have to be there." Siren just hung her helm at that remembering the last time their co-worker literally dragged them to the Oil House. High grade and she did not mix well. "I know, I know, I'll try to keep him at bay from you this time." A smile worked on his lips at the memory. "Though, you have to admit it was funny seeing an overcharged turbofox trying to walk home afterwards with two other overcharged mechs in tow."

Siren shot him a dirty look at that and the mech threw his servos up at it in surrender, but she could tell his grin was still plastered under his face plate. With a shake of her helm she continued to the next patient. This one being one of her favorite patients by far. Within fifteen breems she dinged the button and waited for the old femme to answer.

The door opened to reveal a very small femme that only came up to Siren's chest plating. Baby blue coloring with hints of dark blue along the edges of her plating. "Oh! How wonderful! Come on in, my dearie." Siren followed the small femme into her home smelling the rich scents of energon goodies floating around the air. And the smell of oil cakes. Freshly made too.

"Is it that time again already?" the femme asked herself, zipping around on her wheels. "Time has been flying past me it seems."

Siren waited patiently for the femme to work her energy out having done this several times already. Unlike most that get checkups every few vorns or so, this femme, Whizbreak, was in need of multiple ones in a vorn. Many did not know much about her as she was rather old. Nearly dating back to the Thirteen themselves. That being said, the femme had many stories to say about her life to those that took the time to listen.

After another five breems, Whizbreak, took a seat with her vents fighting the cool her frame. "Tiring too fast anymore. Alright, begin with the checkup." Siren nodded and went forward with two of her prosthetics coming out. Would you open your access panel, Whizbreak? Siren asked her.

The old femme did so as one of the arms came forward to insert a cord for readings. The other arm held her datapad that she used for medical only and read through what was coming through. "Did I ever tell you about the cycle I meet Onyx Prime? Or about sneaking those goodies to the sparklings when Prima was watching over them?"

Siren could only shake her helm at the femme knowing Whizbreak would start telling her stories whether she did know or not. "Well, which to tell first..hmm. Well, Prima had been given the duty to watch over that vorns batch of new sparklings. He had lost to…oh, I believe it was Solus over high-grade energon. Let's just say that Solus could drink most of the other Primes under and Prima was just too prideful to lose to his smaller sister."

"It was Solus that sought me out after the deal had been made to see if I would do this one simple thing for her and she would give me something in return. Being such a small femme compared to many other bots during that time, well I believe I still am. Anyways, being rather young, too, during that time as my onlining had happened, oh, thirty vorns before, I agreed. She informed me of what had conspired and what she wanted me to deliver."

Whizbreak grinned at her memories. "It was one of the few downtimes the Primes had during that time. So, they did what most siblings did to each other to past time and pulled pranks with each other." Her blue optic turned to Siren's. "It is sad that not many of their decedents know a whole lot about them as a bot and more as what they were as First of Primes."

Well, I'm listening. Anytime I come here, you tell the most interesting things about your days. Siren stated to the femme as she looked back at the pad to move things around for the other pieces of data.

"I do, don't i?" Whizbreak replied looking further behind Siren. "So, when the cycle came for Prima to take care of the sparklings I had set about the cycle before servo to whip up a good batch of energon goodies. Then, I set about making sure to arrive at the center that held those sparklings to wake them up and give them a couple each. The looks they gave me when they saw those goodies was like I had become Primus himself." She stated with a laugh.

"Once all goodies were pasted out, I made my quick getaway through the vents as my smaller frame was suited to do so." Here she turned back to look at Siren. "Did you know, that those sparklings were even larger than I was? Through most of my onlining, many bots mistook me as one with me being so small. Anyway, it was later that cycle that Prima called for any sort of help as 'These little terrors are running amuck of things and not listening to anything I said'. No bot came to the rescue as Solus made sure her brothers knew of what was going to happen."

She turned her helm with a slight frown. "It was one of the rare times I had ever heard Megatronus laugh as he did. He was more carefree during that time…before he had fallen and betrayed his siblings."

Siren detached the cord and closed the access port while subspacing the datapad and retracted her arms. All done Whizbreak. The femme glanced at Siren to find she was right. "Well, it seems I was once again lost in thought. So, how am I?"

Still functioning within normal for your age. If anything seems off, please, comm the medbay, okay? A small smile reach Whizbreak's lips as she waved a servo. "Oh, you young ones, you worry too much about me. Here, why don't you take some cakes and goodies with you. I'll give enough for your friend and Ratchet too." She stated getting up to prepare a box of them with Siren following after.

It is my job to worry over my patients. Siren replied. More so with one I have come to enjoy listening too.

Whizbreak gave Siren a smile as she finished up packing. "It is nice to have somebot listening to me. I do thank you for taking that time for me. It gets a bit lonely when at times I can't get the energy to leave my home. Here, let your friend know I said greetings." Siren gave a nod as she subspaced the package.

Three more patients later, she made her way to Ratchet for him to look the data over. Within Whizbreak's data she had left a note for the CMO. The femme was just as she told her, functioning at normal, but there had been a few spikes in her spark reading that worried the vixen. It was a sure sign of spark failure. Not soon, maybe a few more vorns, but a sure sign that her spark was getting close to going out.

With her advanced age, it was a surprise to many that had taken care of the femme that her spark hadn't snuffed mega-cycles ago. It sadden Siren that when that cycle came, they would lose such a gentle spark that only loved the tell her stories and make goodies for the young ones that came to see her. Ratchet looked over the pad when he had been given it and gave a grim frown.

"You may be right, Siren. She may only have a few more vorns at best. It was bound to happen soon, but none were sure exactly when it would start for the old femme. The spikes aren't that bad right now, but once they start become more frequent and harsher we will need to visit Whizbreak more often to help keep the spikes under better control and keep some of her pain receptors dulled to the spikes." He agreed grimly to her notes. "Go ahead home. It's been quiet."

Siren nodded at the dismissal but stopped as she took out the box of goodies to give Ratchet a part of them. His grim frown twitched at seeing them knowing just who they came from. She may have only known the femme for a few vorns since the start of her being an assistant, but Ratchet had been one of the ones assigned to her care when he was newly made a medic. He knew of Siren's concern of the femme as the femme had ways to wiggle herself into your spark with only a few not taking to her.

"Finally! We've been waiting on you vixen." Her finials perked at the sound of Remedy's voice and found both mechs waiting for her at the doorway. Siren could only roll her optics at the impatience that was Remedy. "Now that you're here, lets get going." First Aid gave a chuckle at his friend following him through the door.

Five Vorns later

Screams of pain echoed around the room with orders being shouted afterwards or at times both types being mixed. It was chaos as medics ran to, from, and around arriving bots and those already there being cared for in the bay. It had only been three orns since the first wave of patients had been brought in, but to those working to keep most online made it seem as if cycles had passed by.

"Another batch of injured are on there way. ETA ten breems!" a medic shouted after answering the comm.

Ratchet looked up from patching a fuel line at that, stress lining his face plating. "How many aboard!? Is that the last coming?!"

"Last shuttle to leave Praxus for now! Fifteen aboard with ten injured. Injuries varying from spark threatening to superficial. No number of which to which." The medic answered quickly. Ratchet half turned shouting for another medic to call in all servos to duty for this haul. And possibly more in the coming cycles.

The Decepticons had hit fast and hard to the center of Praxus, overshooting the line the Autobots were holding around the city that lead to Decepticon area. It had surprised everybot there as the Decepticons took three to five building down, killing millions in the area with the outer area taking the force of the impact of fight harshly. All of Iacon's medbays plus those around had been given over maximum capacity of patients as so many had been hit. Praxus had now become a warzone within the city as both factions fought over control of the territory.

"I need clamps!"

"Energon medical cube!"

"Somebot, please, help me."

"I need a replacement fuel line STAT!"

"I need another pair of servos!"

"Why would Primus want this of us?!"

"I think he's offlining!"

Siren sprinted around trying to give help to her co-workers. Remedy was elbow joint deep into the large chest of one trying to stop the flow of energon leaving the mech as he lay on the berth. First Aid was quickly patching up a patient having been able to get the mechling in stable condition. Ratchet flew to a femme as a shrill sound rang forth as she had been stable before but was now in spark failure again. Siren dodged around a medics legs coming upon her next patient, arms snapping out as she quickly dived into finding the problem.

Orns passed as several more shuttles came in leaving none to rest, only work to save as many as they could. Many were lost on the way over with several more being lost as medics worked on them. The floor was covered in dull energon with fresh energon leaking off the berths and of those still in need of repair. Arms and legs were covered in life blood leaving none free of it. Siren had seen much since being a medic but out of all the influx of patients she helped to fix and save, this cycle was the worst she had ever come to experience. It was as if Unicron had visited to wreak havoc on Cybertron with glee.

Making sure the femme she had worked on was in the safe zone to be left she glance around the bay. Her optics landed on a frantic femme holding a smaller frame in her arms. Her screams for help rang harshly into Siren's audios that the vixen sprung into action to the femme and the sparkling, one that held dark green coloring with teal as secondary highlights. Her datapad was shoved into the femme's face making her pause in her screaming's to look at the pre-recorded words confusingly.

Remain calm, I am a professional and able to help. Now, calmly state what is wrong, and I will quickly work to restore. The femme looked at Siren with lubricant streaming from her optics as she kneel to gently lay the motionless sparkling on the ground in front of the vixen. Prosthetics were brought out as Siren gave a quick look over the small flier's frame.

"Th-this is Jetstream and I'm Micro, his sister. We were being escorted to the shuttle wh-when several bombs had gone off near us. We were in the middle of the pack s-so those at the end, closer to the impacted was k-killed. He had been held by our mother. S-she took the brunt of all that flew from the blasts and was killed. He was screaming when I came back to gather him." She replied trying to get the words out as fast as she could while Siren listened and scanned the mechling.

"It happened all so fast. We were ushered into the shuttle as it was taking off. I gave him a look over but didn't see anything that was leaking or that he had been harmed. He was screaming and seemed in pain, but with mother offlining we were both in pain from losing the bond with her. But on the w-way here he settled down and even fell into recharge. I-I don't know what's wrong! He won't wake up now. Please help!"

Siren glanced to the young femmeling, one the was nearing adulthood, and looked into the optic calmly and steady. It was her way of conveying to her patients, those that could find understanding in her look, that she was there to help and would do all in her power to keep them online. Micro jerked her helm in shaky understanding and Siren went back to reading her datapad. Her own spark skipped in fear at what she read. Without regarding the femme any longer, she pushed her further aside to make space as Siren hovered over the mechling. Arms snapped around the mechling taking off all thin plating he held which at his stage of living was not much. The sounds that rang all around her were silenced in her focus, even the sobbing of the femmeling nearby.

She quickly worked to unlock the mechling's spark chamber with urgency. She zeroed in on the tiny pinpoints of entry that had been easily looked over. His mother may have taken the brunt of the damage, but some shrapnel had passed through her into the mechling's chest. Nothing was leaking from the holes but from the scans he was leaking internally. Three entries, all three too near his small spark. His functions were shutting down from losing energon which was what lead to Micro thinking he had gone into recharge.

Siren found one, quickly working to pull it out and patch the fuel line closed. Next came to searching around his main fuel line finding that it held both an entry and an exit out of his frame. Seeing as that one had been a through and through, she patched all wounds closed, stopping the main loss of energon. While doing that, she had taken an energon infuser line out and put it into one of the mechling's lines to give back the energon he lost.

A shrill beeping rang from her datapad making her helm snapped to it in panic. His spark was fluxing bad. The last piece of shrapnel she was needing to remove with within his spark casing, closes to his spark. Siren leapt all focus to his spark casing and getting it to open. Once she succeeded, energon gushed out, leaking all over inside the mechling's chest and spraying Siren fully. Having had that happen many times she didn't even register feeling the slickness of it hitting her plating.

A scream was heard dully, probably from Micro at the sight she was seeing. This was bad. For his chamber to have been filling up in energon had put stress on his spark. It was part of the reason for his functions shutting down and the flux of his spark. No wonder Siren found very little leaking on his frame. Most of it had been leaking into the spark chamber itself. The shrill of her pad rang even more and with her very optics, as she worked to stabilized his spark now that it was free of the pressuring energon buildup, she watched it flicker.

Fear gripped her own spark. She snapped her helm up to find the nearest medic in panic. She needed to do a spark transfer NOW if she was going to save this mechling. With a large intake of air, she gave a harsh penetrating howl as she typed what she needed now. Everyone turned to her in surprise, all still busy with their own patient's lives. First Aid had come to know the vixen well enough over the vorns and let Cogtock take over to rush to her side. Not saying anything he took the pad, wiping some of the energon residue away some to read what was covered.

Dropping it to the ground he sprinted to get a canister to hold the spark as Siren worked to coat her arms in a gel that all medics carried in emergencies like this. The gel kept the spark from snuffing out while in transfer of chamber to canister. It helped to keep the spark fueled for the tiny few kliks it took. When First Aid came back, slamming his knee joints on the floor in his haste. Siren didn't wait and delved into the mechling's chamber.

The flickering had worsened in the time they gathered the necessary items and she feared it may have been too late. Taking gentle hold of the spark she watch with intensity in her optics at the spark and froze. With a final flicker from the spark just as she took ahold, it blinked out. For good.

Micro's screamed of anguish ripped through Siren as she was shoved aside Jetstream's graying frame. She gather his small frame in her arms and rocked him. Her agony sounded in echoes within Siren, who could only stare in disbelief. She had his spark, knew that a klik later she would have been passing the little ball of pure light into its temporary holding. Only, that had not happened, and she had lost her patient.

"GET AWAY!" Siren blinked suddenly to look at Micro, optics wide. "GET AWAY!" Still too into her shock, she didn't move, even with First Aid pulling at her shoulders saying something to her. All but those two younglings held her focus, everything else was mudded and far off to her audios.

Next thing that happened, the femmeling threw a fist at Siren, screaming. "YOU KILLED HIM! MONSTER!" First Aid took over and dragged the vixen from the femmeling's pained rage and sorrow. Siren didn't understand why this hit her so hard of the sparklings offlining. There had been other times she worked to save a spark from blinking out, that did. So why did this little ones death hit her this hard to put her into shock?

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hmmmm...

wolf girl811 - I know, I adore Jackie. I would not know what kind of nicknames Siren would have been given but yes Sparklings all love pets. Any kind to be honest. Wheeljack is an inventor so ;it was something i could see him doing for her as a friend. As for her be biped...ehhh, it wouldn't be the same if she gained that ability.

Sakura Hatsu - Probably, wouldn't put it past the tall mech. Always need a bang with him around.

Steelcode - I glad to be feeling better myself. sucks being sick.

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