—Intruder alert, Intruder alert
The ship that had fallen in the water for 50 years finally had a reason to wake up its crew. Their protocols required waking them up by a threat from an unknown, but surely organic, an intruder. So the capsules that had been kept closed all this time finally got up and released the team in charge of the ship.
Everything was confusing, sore and strange. Optimus began to regain his senses slowly, his processor was spinning and these cramps in his body were not helping, but he was soon able to focus while his memory returned. His team was alive and safe, he could clearly hear each other's groans, but perhaps that was not the most important thing at this time.
"Agh, my little shoulder ..." Bumblebee groaned at the later pain, but he soon calmed down when his optics were fixed on something on the ground, next to Optimus's feet "Ugh, Bot Boss, what is that?"
The rest of the group shifted their attention to what Bumblebee pointed out, ignoring the bustling alarm.
Optimus was paralyzed.
There, on his feet, lay a small yellow creature of delicate and cute appearance, with his optics closed in an apparent deep sleep.
Optimus remembered this creature that slept on the ground, had he seen it coming out of the rock? Born from the rock? He didn't know what to call him and less how to explain it to his team. His face wrinkled and he leaned down to take it gently in his hands, it must have taken his hands when he woke up. Bumblebee approached quickly with curiosity.
"This ..." He paused "this is the rock."
Optimus observed how there were different reactions in all; Ratchet was wrinkling his face more, Bumblebee had his mouth open, Bulkhead the same, and Prowl just bowed his head.
"This must be a bad joke." Ratchet spat.
Optimus denied. "No, it's no joke."
"Boy, rocks don't just turn into organic things," Ratchet growled, despite having the evidence in front of him, it was hard to believe.
Prowl looked at the ceiling, it would be better to interrupt this conversation before it becomes an argument
"But—"
"I think we should take care of the alarms first," he said already annoyed by the loud noise they produced.
Optimus was somewhat hesitant, he didn't know what to do, he first wanted to find out everything about this magical creature, but his duty as Prime was to take care of his team's needs. Before he could order anything, he heard Prowl's voice.
"Maybe it has something to do with this— agh!"
Everyone was amazed at what the other bot discovered, while he violently shook his arm to free himself from a slimy and sticky form that clung to the young bot, fortunately, Ratchet rescued him with his magnets.
"Whatever it is, it surely has a circuit," Ratchet said, carefully watching the thing locked in a sphere of his magnets, but his attention shifted to Optimus, who moved away from the group to the console. "and something else ..." he muttered.
"Teletraan One, scan the area and tell us what's going on outside" the Prime ordered to the computer, then his eyes traveled to the small organic thing in his hand.
The computer did not hesitate to obey and threw a drone abroad.
Bumblebee wasted no time approaching to see the thing Optimus was holding. It was so small that it barely reached a digit of a bot as Prime, he could also see its characteristics even closer, in the end, he concluded that that little thing was absolutely lovely and, he himself, wanted to touch it. His thoughts were interrupted when the light from the monitors illuminated the room and they could see the outside, he was very surprised to see living beings on the screen, but he did not like the part of seeing a huge and unpleasant organic attacking the little ones.
"It seems like they need help," said the little bot.
Optimus became worried when he saw how the small organics were attacked. "Still, we shouldn't get attention if the Decepticons are still around."
The others couldn't agree more.
"Teletraan One, look for local ways of life, we can take their form and go unnoticed" If they were going out, they had to do it with a costume even.
The drone wasted no time looking for the candidate and suitable forms for the team, and after a few moments, he managed to get the correct costumes and return to the ship with the information for the team. Soon the crew took turns entering the machine that will give them new alternative modes.
The Prime did not enter the machine first when he was watching the sleeping organic in his hands, in the end, he decided to pass the organic in the great care of Bumblebee's hands.
The yellow bot was more than happy to hold it, he was not picky about organics like most Cybertronians, in fact, he was very curious about them. Prowl apparently had no problems, as he approached quickly after observing himself.
"Look, Prowl!" The yellow bot cheerfully showed the little one in his hands "You don't know how soft it is ~"
The Cyber-ninja nodded "It must be" then he watched him a few more seconds. "I never saw an organic like this."
Bumblebee laughed "And you say it, I never saw one so small."
His conversation could not go any further since his Prime began shouting orders.
"Autobots, Transform and Roll out!"
Ratchet sighed again.
The others had already left to help the natives of the planet, while he stayed behind to analyze the strange slimy thing, and not only that, he was also babysitting this organic thing. Well, he shouldn't see it that way, he could take this opportunity to study it too. Until now in his thousands of years he never heard of a race of rocks that became a soft and fluffy organic, of course, he heard of races that were transformed or went through a biological process called "growth" but never of such a transformation, and even where Ratchet knew, it was not logically possible. A strange hidden race maybe? He heard that sometimes organic races in some kind of danger reach the next level of growth called "evolution" which makes them do "magically organic" things but even that didn't seem to explain.
Maybe ... A miracle of the AllSpark?
Primus, he was not a scientist to be deciphering these things.
He was currently observing as the computer analyzed the components of the slimy thing to know exactly what it was. Meanwhile, at the other nearby table, was the little yellow organic. Ratchet had the "privilege" of touching him when Prime instructed him to do so, and he had to admit that it was very soft, almost a vicious touch for the doctor's sensitive hands; if all the organics were like that, the old doctor would have no problem taking care of these little things—
"Ugh ..."
Ratchet immediately turned his head at the noise. His optics opened a little more when he realized that the little organic was waking up. The small optics trembled as he writhed on the table, almost looking like he was stretching his limbs, then opened his small mouth to let out a tiny yawn and finally opened his eyes.
The little organic eyes met their blue optics.
"..."
Both were silent.
Ratchet was still processing the image before him, which was strange, his nature would normally make anyone speak naturally, but this time it was different, maybe because the little one was organic?
Unsure, but still, he cleared his vocalizer and began to speak.
"Can you understand me?"
The little organic kept watching him with a curious expression, not afraid, despite his size.
'Apparently not' he thought to himself. So this organic was sensitive with primitive intelligence, like a mech beast—
"Hello!"
Ratchet restarted his optics before the high-pitched sound that the organic spoke. Apparently, he understood, according to his translation, he greeted him amicably.
"I'm Jirachi!" The little boy got up from his place and showed a smile.
"...Hello" Ratchet went out of his way not to growl, in part so he does not intimidate the little one, keeping him calm for some questioning would be best. "My designation is Ratchet." He introduced himself.
The little tilted his funny head "Designation?" Then he blinked "Oh, that's your name!"
Ratchet raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.
"You're a very big machine" The organic one— Jirachi said in a funny tone.
Ratchet narrowed his optics "And you're a very talkative organic"
Jirachi laughed "I want to talk, I like to talk, I haven't talked in more than 1000 years!"
After hearing that information, the doctor seemed a little surprised. Jirachi seemed to be a very young organic, but nevertheless, he seemed to have a long life compared to the common organics that had a short life defect. Ratchet then approached him and noticed that the organic did not seem intimidated, even when he was very close and sat in the chair in front of the table where Jirachi lay.
"What are you?" The doctor questioned.
"I'm Jirachi!" The little one shrieked and then floated.
Ratchet decided not to show more emotions, perhaps to see the rock that was now an organic floating, it's not the strangest thing he had seen today.
"What race do you belong to, Jirachi?" The safest to one would be where the AllSpark had contact since both had appeared together on that Space Bridge.
"Race? Oh, sure! I'm a Pokemon!" He shrieked raising his small arms.
"Pok-mon...?" Ratchet tested the sound in his mouth.
"Yes, haven't you haven't heard of the Pokemon!?" His tone was almost incredulous, but then he wrinkled in worry "Where are we?"
It was Ratchet's turn to wrinkle his face, for he didn't know how the little organic would take the news of being on a distant planet.
"On an unknown planet," said the doctor "Like you, we woke up recently after sleeping on this planet for a few Solar Cycles"
"Planet? Solar cycles?"
Ratchet slapped himself mentally, it was obvious that Jirachi was a young organic — Pokemon, and a primitive and naive one, since he seemed to be too clueless to understand.
"So ... I'm not on Earth anymore?" He heard him murmur. Ratchet understood that he could be referring to his homeworld.
"Tell me more about yourself, little one, tell me about your race, because apparently, you were going through a curious process of transformation," Ratchet said, interrupting Jirachi's thoughts. In part, he was also curious.
"Transformation? Do you mean evolution?" Jirachi asked innocently. Ratchet thought about it for a few moments, maybe he was right when it came to evolution.
"We found you when you were a rock" he replied.
Jirachi then finally understand "Oh! That ..." His tone was calmer "It's not an evolution, it's what the Jirachis' do when we go to sleep for the next 1000 years, it's like our protection before going back to bed!"
"'The next 1000 years?' How old are you?" Apparently, this Jirachi was older than he thought.
The little tilted his head "Uhh ... I don't know, I forgot." he replied stupidly and then showed a smile.
"Strange, I never heard of your species 'Pokemon', much less of a race that turns into rocks before sleep," said Ratchet.
Jirachi cringed and came down to the table with elegance. "It is something to protect us," he explained, "since there are wicked people who want our wishes."
Ratchet raised an eyebrow at that comment, apart from Jirachi's vision of good and evil is very defined, the interesting thing was in the part was the ...
"Wishes?"
Jirachi stopped and looked at Ratchet with almost a critical view as if assessing him despite having a lovely look.
"You are not evil, are you?"
Ratchet chuckled "If I were, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Jirachi blinked and nodded stupidly "Yes, of course, you're right," he replied and then smiled "I can grant wishes!" he said cheerfully.
Ratchet looked at the organic at the table with a fun and, obviously, not believing look. "Really?"
"Yes!" He replied cheerfully "I can fulfill many wishes!" He jumped for joy.
Ratchet decided to follow this game because in his part it was funny how sure the little boy looked and how cute he looked when he was happy "Well, then I want an Energon cocktail, please."
Jirachi's blue ribbons glowed.
" What—?"
He was interrupted when in front of him an average-sized glass for an Autobot appeared, which was with bright blue Energon and an ornament on top, very similar to those served at Maccadam's Old Oil House, but what baffled him was that his request, his wish was fulfilled immediately. Everything was so suspicious and impossible to believe.
"... How did you do that?" He asked trying to maintain his astonishment, while also carefully watching the cup of Energon.
"I fulfilled your wish!" Jirachi said, bouncing excitedly in the air "Are you happy!?" He asked with a laugh when he saw Ratchet's reaction.
Ratchet did not know what answer as he was being somewhat overwhelmed. "This is ... impossible."
It must be, no being could fulfill desires, nothing in this universe should, but it happened in front of his optics and the cup was very real to be a hologram or hallucination.
"Yes, it is!" Jirachi floated near him "I told you I could fulfill wishes. And I can do it during the seven days I am awake!"
Ratchet had to call Prime now, he could deal with this madness.
—Ratchet, we need information. Analyze!
'I'm too old for this...' thought the doctor.
To be continued...
Thank you very much to Sarah-TheDemonTiger for helping me in this chapter!
