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 HELLA short! I know, I'm sorry! I'm working on slowly coming back.
Ch. 18
Meister looked at his reflection in thought. He was disguised as a senator candidate that he had murdered in what he told himself was revenge, but for some reason he couldn't get himself to get change back to himself. "What is this feeling? Guilt? Why am I feeling guilt for killing someone? He deserved it, right?"
"Mei- oh there you are." Ratchet entered his office, no longer disturbed by the energon stained cloth scattered on the floor or the rippling mech standing in the dark. "You certainly know how to stir up the whole slagging planet. Got some ball bearings to just kill Senator Ratbat."
"I had collected enough evidence to prove he was threatening citizens for their vote. Cybertron should be led by those that think about the wellbeing of the planet and its people, not their personal agenda." Meister slammed his servos on the top of the counter top with a frustrated shout. "Alchemist Prime would be so disappointed in me. I lost the Matrix, and I can't remember where!"
Ratchet went over to the droid and awkwardly gave his back a couple pats. "Hey, it'll be alright kid. You'll find it again."
"You are aware that I am much older than you, right?" The droid looked at the medic after he finally managed to shift back. He looked at his reflection in relief, "much better."
"I know, but you don't look it. Now, how about you put down your vengeful spirit tool belt and get some recharge? There'll be plenty of time to avenge the old Council." Ratchet went over to a cabinet and pulled out a small medical kit. Meister looked at the old medic with a small tilt of his helm.
"Are you okay?" He hopped on top of the countertop next to the mech as he watched him try to patch up the small cut. The silver mech grabbed the traveling soldering pen from Ratchet. "Here, I'll have a steadier servo."
The medic grumbled as he watched the visored mechanism slowly start the process. "So, I see the clinic is spotless. Do you ever not work?"
"The grime was really getting to me. You're a medic, how can you stand the filth?" Meister's face twisted in disgust. He turned the pen off once he finished. "It's not up to medical standards, but it's the best I can do."
Ratchet looked at the welding in amazement before up at the droid that was hopping from the counter. He had never seen such a straight line before, even from himself. The medic had been giving the mechanism minor jobs like help realign limbs or the basic examination, but not once did Meister mention being able to seal injuries. "Where did you learn to do this?" Ratchet waved his servo.
Meister grumbled in annoyance before turning to face his new employer. "As a droid we are designed to ask, observe, and adapt to our code holder's needs. I already had information from when the Council was around, but seeing as this is a different time I figured I should update my information."
"Why do you do that? You give that look of anger every time I ask a question." Ratchet flexed his repaired servo as the expression grew on the silver mechanism's face. He pointed when it appeared, "yeah that one!"
"Because we are also forced to answer questions. And I know one sol you will ask me that one question, and I will be forced to answer." Meister swiftly turned and left with his frame shifting into a white femme with the old medic badge on her back.
"Help! Help!" A scream for help got the teal techno-hawk's attention. It flew into the air to investigate. In the middle of the docking bay was a pink femme leaning over a blue and red mech's frame as his legs were being crushed by a large crate. "Someone help! Orion, Orion stay with me."
It was like Vector said. Meister dove behind the other side of the crate, shifting into a larger red mech with his optics shifting into a bright blue. He dug his servos under the large box, and threw it off the unconscious mech. "Come on, I work at a medical center." Meister lifted the mech into his arms, transforming around him. The femme didn't even question it as she transformed to follow after their savior.
:Ratchet, I'm bringing one in. Prepare a room: Meister informed the medic as they drove through the city.
:You're in Iacon, just take him to Iacon General.: The medic was confused why his companion would bring an injured bot all the way to the dead end.
:No. I have to fix him, and I need you're help.: Meister kept his tone cool.
"Um excuse me, where are you taking us? We just drove past the hospital." The pink femme asked with confusion.
"Ratchet." Meister answered before grumble about wanting to break the line of code.
"Ratchet? But he's so far away. Orion won't make it." Her fear grew as she drove to the side of the vehicle.
The droid knew it would be better at Iacon General for this mech's repairs, but if what Vector said was true then Meister needed to be the one to save Orion. "No, Ratchet and I can fix him."
The pair pulled up to the clinic, and rushed inside. Meister looked at the femme as they came to a stop outside of the swinging doors. "You have to stay here."
"I-okay." She stepped back with a shaking servo going to her quivering lips. Meister could see the femme was really worried and scared for him. The femme quickly kissed Orion's helm before walking away as she cried.
Meister carefully laid the mech down before finally shifting into himself. Ratchet rushed in before a series of frustrated sounds escaped him. "Get angry later, we need to save him. I need you to put me inside your wrist port."
"Excuse me!?" Ratchet looked shocked at what he just heard.
"No time to argue, just pull out my card and put it in your wrist!" Meister got on the opposite table with his chest plate opening up. Ratchet awkwardly walked over and grabbed the black card with a uneasy look at the droid. "Trust me."
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!
