Chapter Four-

I examined myself in the mirror that was in my room.

My main color (Chassis, arms and legs) were light sky blue, my shoulder-plating was a dark blue and my lower arm-bracers were a normal sky blue. My thigh armour was a midnight blue, my knee-plating and leg spikes were a green-blue and my lower leg-plating was a white-tan. My helm had cloud-blue horns around a dark grey helm. My servos and pedes were black. My wings were a darker blue than my thigh plating and had a white medical symbol.

(AN: How she looks: ratchetlover1/art/Bluescale-834339191)

I exited and headed to the Main Room, meeting up with FielRak.

"Hey FielRak, how are they treating you so far?"

FielRak beamed happily, "They are so great! They healed my wounds and everything! And they understood when I told them that I was a neutral, the Decepticons would have just killed me outright!"

I smiled at his excitement, "that's good, what about training?"

"I start tomorrow, the Chief Medical Officer wants to make sure the wields settle enough so I don't reopen them"

I nodded and we enter the Main part of the Silo.

"Hey Boss" I greeted the Prime, he nodded his head in greeting to me.

"Sup Hatchet"

Ratchet rolled his optics, "good morning Bluescale, FielRak did you two recharge well?"

"I did, sir!" FielRak gave a slight salute.

"Yup" I popped out the 'p' intentionally, "so, when do I start training?"

Ratchet glanced over, "Arcee is supposed to train you in ten kliks, Bulkhead after a thirty-kilk break and I will train you after the humans get back from school"

I nodded and waited.

"You should eat before the 'training'"

I stiffened in surprise at the femme's voice and looked over to her. I was surprised not to see the same black shadow as before. Instead, a dark purple femme with a lighter purple helm, black waist, pink-purple metal arms and black talons stood there; her optics were black with twin glowing purple orbs as iris's.

I shook my helm at her, silently telling her I wasn't hungry.

Her optics narrowed and she opened her dermas but was interrupted when Arcee entered and asked me if I was ready. I nodded.

I followed her to the Training Room, making sure to map out the faster route in my already constructed CPU map.

I looked around, it looked bigger once you got inside instead of just looking from the outside.

"Ooh, pretty" I purred and Arcee looked over to me.

I stared at the scorch marks and stab wounds that littered the walls and training dummies.

"You are strange" was the two-wheelers only response.

"Thanks" I chirped.

"Show me your battle stance"

I blinked before shifting, my instincts guiding me and soon I was in a comfortable, slightly-stiff battle stance.

Arcee circled around me, examining me before nodding, "very good, now, what weapons do you have?"

I frowned and poked inside of my CPU, eventually coming to where it stated my weapons and the range of the weapons.

In two words? Holy Shit.

I had so many weapons to choose from, it wasn't even funny.

So, I decided not to shock her with the revelation and chose the two I know most as a human. The one that resembles a mix between Arcee's and Smokescreens built in gun and twin daggers, as well as an armblade.

"I have an Energon laser gun, an armblade and twin daggers" I reported.

Arcee nodded, "use the laser gun, we will be starting with long-range weapon training today"

I activated the gun.

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"Shitshitshitshitshit!" I chanted as my hand clamped onto a bleeding line.

Apparently, I have to learn to turn off my automatic defense systems.

Bulkhead and I were sparring when he flipped me and an armblade shot out, cutting the wires in his arm.

Now, he laid dizzily on the floor as my servos put pressure on the wound. I didn't have a comm. Link so I couldn't call anyone and I knew that this much Energon outside a body was bad.

"Please don't die! Please don't die!" I chanted.

I quickly pushed myself through my panic and tried to remember what I remembered from watching the shows and reading the fanfics whenever a medic Cybertronian healed someone.

My mind instantly went to one of the stories that I read often. I quickly pinched the two parts of the severed line closed with my digits.

"'Bird, calm down and focus on your servos getting colder"

I looked over at the femme, I had no better ideas so I followed her instructions.

My servos became colder and colder until they were numb, I heard something freezing and looked down to see the parts of the lines had a thin sheet of ice, keeping them from leaking.

"Good, now clear your mind and remember your medical training"

I shuttered my optics and focused on pushing all of my panicked thoughts away, suddenly I felt in control (more control than I have ever felt before) and medical stats raced through my processor. I onlined my optics and got to work.

First, I made sure there wasn't any damage I missed, then I unfroze the lines and refroze them once they were together; finally, I cleaned Bulkhead up and waited for him to online, knowing I couldn't carry him.

I only had to wait around a minute before he began to awaken. His optics blinked online and he stared up at me. I was relieved and explained what happened when he asked. I suggested my work getting checked by Ratchet just in case I did something wrong and he surprised me by saying that I was the one to teach Ratchet all he knew.

Seeing my surprised face, he took it as if I was surprised, he knew instead of being surprised that I taught my crush. He proceeded in explaining that it wasn't a secret and everyone on base knew, well except for the humans.

He proceeded in promising to not tell anyone on the fact that I nearly killed him if I taught him how to do the move, I used to get him off the first time we sparred. I agreed; after all, how hard can it be to teach a Warrior Cat move?