Primes (In order of receiving Matrix) :

Prima

Primon

Onyx

Vector

Megatronus

Solus

Alchemist

Amalgamous

Quintus

Micronus

Nexus

Sentinel

Alpha

Time Units (Found on Tf wiki):

Astro-second: .498 seconds

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Cycle: 1.25 hours

Deca-cycle: ~3 weeks

Groon: ~1 hour

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Orbital cycle: ~1 month

Solar cycle/lunar cycle: 1 day/1 night

Stellar cycle:~7.5 months

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Vorn: 83 years

Currency:

1 credit: ~60.25 shanix

1 cred card: 400 credits


Note; this chapter is going to be a bit short! I know, I'm sorry! I'm working on slowly coming back.


Ch. 17

There she was, looking so elegant and ravishing as her profile said. The femme was in charge of the most extensive circuit speeder ring known on Cybertron. The worst of it yet was that she sold to young adult Cybertronians. Meister knew this was wrong, and he had followed her to a café that sold Energon in the most extravagant ways. He looked at the unconscious mech near his peds. He was four upgrades away from being in an adult frame and the femme's client. The mechanism shifted into him, and he walked inside, going for the yellow femme's table. He sat down across from her with a nervous smile.

"I came just like you said. Can I have some now?" Meister played on every known symptom of withdrawal from boosters just to see her reaction.

"Show me the credits." She leaned forward with a Cheshire grin. The droid stopped his acting when he felt something touch his leg. "You know, you're a lot cuter in person. Why don't we go somewhere more private? I could even let you sample some new product."

Meister added this to the femme's list of illegal activities that were growing the more he spoke to her. He nervously smiled as he acted to be bashful to seal in the deal. She offered who she thought was her client. Meister looked around before accepting the offered servo. He was amazed at how easy it was to fool the Cybertronians into leaving the safety of public's optics. She grabbed the case on the floor next to her peds and quickly dragged him out of the café. The droid just had to keep the act up a bit longer before committing the necessary action. He had to cleanse Cybertron and bring back the Council.

"Ma'am, where are we going?" He nervously held onto her servo, feeling her field spike in excitement, which only made Meister all the more excited to see her disappear.

"Oh, don't worry. I have an extraordinary spot for us to have some… fun." The femme turned slightly with a dark grin. Meister let her lead them through winding alleyways and up the fire escape of a building that was several blocks from their original location. They reached the top of the building, and the femme made her move. She pulled Meister close to her frame as she tried to inject the droid, but Meister matched her grin with his own.

The droid grabbed her wrist and snapped it all the way back until energon and oil shot out from the cracked lines. She screamed before being thrown to the ground. Meister shifted into a random enforcer he had seen on the news after being reported killed in the line of duty. He held up his wrist as a small holographic screen appeared. The femme tried scooting back with her one good servo as she tried to call for help. "Oh, you certainly have been busy. Eighty-four mechs, thirty-nine femmes, all of your clients that mysteriously disappeared after foolishly coming up here with you. It's truly a wonder how you got away with it for so long. Selling circuit speeders to the youth, oh and what's this? My, my the enforcers would certainly love to find out that you're the cause for his deactivation."

"Who are you?! Please just let me go. You… You want in? I-I could get ahold of the boss-" her begging was interrupted by Meister stepping on her ankle strut, and energon was soon pooling from that injury. "Stop, please, let me go! Help! Someone, please!"

"No one is going to hear you, Rena, or do you prefer Concussion? Regardless no one is going to hear you because this isn't real." Meister grabbed her neck, leaned next to an audio receptor, held her good servo, and pinned it behind her back. "You've been offline for exactly seventy astro-seconds. I am the only thing keeping your spark going."

"Wh-y?" She gasped, suddenly feeling weak in every possible way. Rena saw flashes of memories appear above her. The energon started leaking from her optics as the screams' echoes filled the air.

"Why? Because you are just one of the many threads of corruption that I have to remove. The corruption of Cybertron must be cleansed if the Council is to return. Now beg Primus for forgiveness or rust in the deepest Pits of the damned." Meister disconnected from her before dragging her to the ledge of the building, getting a few stares and screams when he held up her limp form. He had shifted into Rena when a crowd started to form. The droid said nothing as he released the lifeless frame from his hold and stepped away from view.

"Meister, it's time to online and refuel." Ratchet's concerned voice onlined the silver droid. He sat up slowly as he accepted the small cube of oil. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you want me to feel? I am a droid; we do not feel." Meister kept his face stoic as he lied. He felt this numbing feeling once the shock of onlining to a strange time with zero memory of what happened to his friends or family. The droid heard a disappointed sigh come from the medic, but he couldn't trust another Cybertronian, let alone a medic. After the fifth visit with a medic, they always hurt his kind; Alchemist decided best to handle his repairs. Oh Alch, what happened?

Ratchet examined the quiet silver mechanism from a distance. Still, he needed to earn its —no, his trust to know what is wrong medically. "We both know that you are not void of feeling. I hear you cry out for names during the lunar cycle. I don't know who hurt you, and I don't know why, but I am only here to help you. You can trust me."

"Your kind cannot help me!" Meister jumped to his peds as he grabbed a tool from the tray beside the recharge table he had been lying on. He forced the medic up against the dingey wall as he held the makeshift weapon against his neck. "Medics only hurt us, we did nothing, but your kind made me feel ashamed for what I am! Why should I trust you!?"

"Because if you didn't trust me even in the slightest, you would have killed me several solar cycles ago. I am not like those medics that hurt you. You don't have to tell me about your past, but I need you to trust me enough to know that I won't hurt you." Ratchet held his servos up while holding his ground.

The silver droid went quiet for a bit before pulling away from the medic and turned his back to Ratchet. The medic rubbed his neck cables with relief from flooding his field that actually worked. Meister crossed his arms and tapped his digits on the opposite arms before cracking. "You are short-staffed."

"I'm sorry?" Ratchet's processor caught up to the fact the silver droid spoke up.

"I have explored your clinic and noticed you are short-staffed. I am skilled enough to repair minor wounds. My last co-, an old friend of mine, said that helping those in need is an honorable deed." The visored mechanism turned to face Ratchet with a slight tilt of his helm. "I can even change my form to not make any patients uncomfortable with a non-medical staff."

The medic looked astonished at what he was hearing. Ratchet stammered over his words a bit, trying to figure out what to even say. "I… I suppose if you would like to help, then I can't complain, but I would like to at least be able to fix you a bit more and see you in action. If you are okay with that?" Meister went back over to the repair berth, setting the tool down, and laid down stiffly. The medic carefully went over to the silver frame and quietly started his inspection. "Any errors?"

"No, I am fine aside from gaps in my memory banks." The silver droid watched the medic work on his shell. He shifted uncomfortably under his touch and gaze. "Why do you wish to help someone like myself?"

"Because how I see it is that you are just like me. Just a few small differences. Okay, it looks like everything is in working order. If you want, you can come with me, and we can start the rounds." Ratchet stepped back to let Meister slide smoothly off the slab once more. "So, I finally did some research on you and this Artificial Life. Whoever deleted the data didn't want anyone to find out."

Hearing this caused the droid to stop moving, "so you knew what I am and still helped me? This is… unlike the medics during my time. They did not like repairing us." The droid's gaze went to his lower arm before he shook his helm of the memory. "If the information on Artificial Life was deleted, how did you acquire the information?"

"I- I used to be a senator, but things happened, and now I am a medic." Ratchet explained in that way that told Meister the conversation was over. The droid looked around to note the state the clinic was in. Meister went over to one of the walls dripping with a green sludge leaking from the ceiling onto the floor and cringed. "You coming?"

"When was the last time this place was cleaned? The current state is not up to code for safe medical procedures; the chances of getting rust is higher with the current state your clinic is in." Meister made note to stop his nightly outings to clean the place from top to bottom. "You have not asked me what I do when I am not here. Why?"

Ratchet glanced over his shoulder with raised optic ridge before turning his back with a small shrug. "A mech deserves his privacy, and you are no different. You'll tell me if you feel like it."

The droid was a bit taken aback by the consideration to be allowed privacy. He kept quiet as they entered a room with a femme that looked like she was only kliks away from offlining. Ratchet went to her side, giving her arm a small shake. "Heatburst, Heatburst, are you with me?"

"Mh?" She onlined slowly to reveal a pair of dimly lit optics. "Oh, doctor, it's you. I had the most amazing reflux. I saw Primus himself. It was… extraordinary."

The medic couldn't stop another bot from seeing what they saw. He just casually went along with what she says. "That's nice. Are you ready to take your stimulant?"

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" She gave Meister a small glance before a lost smile slid on her lips. "You remind me of someone from my… younger days. He would visit my stall and buy all of my… merchandise for his creations. Such a… a happy family."

Meister stepped closer as he tried to recall where he could have met her. "Do you remember the family?"

Heatburst's lips twitched as she softly spoke about them. "A Polyhexian, a gigantic mech, and… and-"

"And, and what. Who else was in the family?" Meister grabbed her servo in hopes of hearing what she had to say. "How many younglings?"

The femme's optics flickered as her colors started to fade. The droid stepped back as he absorbed what the femme had said. Ratchet folded his patient's servos on her chest plate and covered her frame with a white cloth. "Time of deactivation 1700. I'm sorry you had to watch. I wasn't expecting her to go so soon."

"She knew who my family was." Meister looked up at the medic with a small frown. He looked away with his arms crossing over his chest as he tried to think of where he could have seen here. "The femme is from when the thirteen were online?"

Ratchet was disconnecting the machines from the frame. "Heatburst talked about them as if she was there, but I always thought it was just her being delusional. Though, now that you are here and she clearly remembered you, I suppose you are right."

Meister looked down at his peds before back up at the medic with a look of hesitation. "And if I accept your offer to stick around and help? What do I get out of it?"

"A place to stay, free repairs, fuel, a possible friend. You have every right to leave since you are repaired and clearly don't need energon." Ratchet pointed out as he led the silver mechanism out of the room.

The droid nodded, "I can tell that you are honest, so I will stay and help you."


I am deeply sorry for my absence, I have been dealing with a lot of personal stuff, but I am not going to abandon this story until I hit that complete button!