I have so much to do! Wah! Fortunately… Oh… Huh… Well, have fun; I don't think I'll be writing for a while… Enjoy!
Not who you think I am
Transformation
That nightmare again… it was how her entire lie of an existence began, and why she could never go back. It was the battle of Hexidilion, all the sparklings and other defenseless citizens of Iacon had been rounded up and were under the guard of several soldiers and caretakers. Then Aurora, a young caretaker femme bot realized all too late that a sparkling had slipped away.
Their sparkling. The sparkling of the great Optimus Prime and Elita-1. She couldn't believe that she lost that sparkling! Aurora ran off in search of her, not having the slightest clue where the little femme would've gone.
Ariel Pax was terrified for her creators' safety, and wanted to ask someone who could help to help. There was only one being the little sparkling could think of that could do that.
Primus himself.
Ariel's optics turned online with a start; she couldn't finish that dream again. But the moment she came online she felt unimaginable pain, and cried out for help. She say Red Alert at the side of the medics berth she was in he put a comforting hand on her shoulder, quietly whispering, "It shouldn't be much longer before the effect speeds up and you'll feel a good deal of pain, but then you should feel fine… I hope…"
"A-and wh-what'll… what'll the result-…"
Red Alert hung his head while holding up his hand, her body was going through a lot of stress and she needed to save her energy. Besides; he knew what she was trying to say. "We aren't exactly positive yet, but it appears as though it's rearranging your molecular stricture into that of an organic."
"L-like… like the kids?"
He nodded grimly. It killed him to see a patient of his in such pain, especially when there was nothing he could do about it. And he knew that whatever happened to her was also going to happen to Hotshot and himself. He felt so sorry for the femme lying in his medbay, she just hadn't been ready for a battle, but it hadn't exactly been her choice either. She naturally grabbed for his hand, afraid of what might happen to all three of them, and the team without Red Alert.
Red Alert had tried to make her as comfortable as he could. He couldn't help her much however. So when she grabbed his hand, he took the opportunity to give it a reassuring squeeze, doing everything he could to help the poor little femme. Hearing the automatic door open however, he let go, turning to the new guest.
"How's her condition Red Alert?"
He shook his head after glancing at the Autobot commander, "No better I'm afraid, she's going through a lot of pain, and is clearly afraid sir. Hopefully the transformation process will be quick. But I sincerely doubt that it will be painless."
Optimus frowned beneath his mask; this was not good, plain and simple. He was deathly afraid for all three exposed 'bots. But Ariel's condition was the most immediate. Plus whatever happened to her was also going to happen to both Hotshot and Red Alert, it deeply troubled the leader.
It didn't take much silence from the leader to make Red Alert realize exactly what he was concerned about, "She should be fine Sir. I'll do everything I can to help her; you know that." Optimus merely nodded, unsure of how to react. Sure, Red Alert was the best medic on Cybertron, and a personal trusted friend, but he couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to find an antidote.
Red Alert handed Ariel a cup of energon, he couldn't believe that she was actually feeling better. She could sit up, move, and amazingly couldn't feel the pain of being ripped apart anymore. She appeared to have made a complete recovery, and that was almost as scary as how awful she had felt just an hour before. Now Hotshot was the one suffering, no where's near as much as Ariel had, but he was still in a lot of pain.
"Reddy? I was wondering… about your left hand…"
Red Alert glanced sadly at her; he couldn't blame her for being curious, but talking about it was still uncomfortable, "I-I lost it in a battle before we helped the Minicons escape. I went to block an attack and…"
"I'm soooooooo sorry I asked; it's obviously a tender subject… Sorry for asking… but… who cut off your hand?"
For a moment he was silent, but then he mumbled, "Starscream."
Her optics widened, and she lowered her optics to the cup of energon before her, feeling awful for bringing such a sensitive subject up. She sipped the energon for a brief moment before uncannily spitting it out as if it was poison, coughing and gasping; dropping the energon in the process. Red Alert raised an optic ridge at the femme's reaction, "What's wrong now Ariel?"
"I-I don't know. It tastes like regular energon… but I can't seem to convince my systems that it's good for me. I can't stand this! My internal diagnostics aren't working!"
He frowned, handing her the cup once more, "Just try again Ariel."
Ariel sipped it again, with the exact same result, but she forced herself to swallow, but she coughed even more when she managed to get it down. Her heating systems suddenly went into overdrive, her face turned red, and her optics hung low; she fell over onto the floor, unable to move, gasping futilely. "Primus… what's wrong with me!" Ariel somehow managed to gasp.
"I-I don't know… Do you feel pain again?" he whispered, kneeling down next to her.
"Y-yes… I-I do… I-It hurts Reddy… I-I can't move anymore…" liquid seeped out from her optic, and her lip trembled.
He picked her up and moved her back on the berth; careful not to harm her anymore. He scanned her, picking up that it was no longer meck fluid running through her systems, but organic material. "Oh dear Primus…" She let out an unprecedented wail, and Red Alert realized that instead of the usual liquid that would drip from an Autobot's optic, but a tear-like liquid seeping out of her optic. Her optic even seemed to be almost gaining organic qualities.
Optimus ran into medbay, Alexis at his heels, "What's going on in here?" He bellowed. Alexis nibbling her nails and covering her ears all at once.
Red Alert shook his head, "I think it has escalated… the transformation is probably going to occur soon…"
Alexis spoke up, "Then turn around." Both meches gave her a bewildered look. She folded her arms, "You guys heard me. Think hard for a second; if she's going to be an organic, chances are cloths aren't going to be part of her transformation."
"Uh…" Red Alert had never really though of that, and suddenly understood Alexis' request. "… I know that it might be a big deal to you… but I am her medic after all, it isn't as though-"
"Turn around; both of you." Alexis sounded demanding, and wasn't really giving the 'bots a choice.
Red Alert sighed, no use arguing with her, "Alright. But if something goes wrong-"
"Don't worry." Alexis turned to the frozen, screaming, crying Ariel Pax. It was a mere minute before the process was complete, and suddenly everything stopped. She was silent, and Alexis was speechless. "Whoa… You guys should see this- it's alright too."
They turned to see, where Ariel had been, an unconscious girl, with long, layered blue-purple hair, fair skin, and cloths that matched Ariel's armor. Alexis held a pink helmet in her hands, kneeling next to her.
"I-I don't believe this… I-Is that really-" Optimus began.
"Yeah… I can't believe it either. Even though I saw her change myself… but I bet I know why she's unconscious. I mean… that must've been really stressful on her both physically and mentally. So you should probably scan her and make sure she's okay."
"But what would we compare her to? We don't know much about human anatomy…" Optimus suddenly seemed very pessimistic.
"You guys can compare her to me." Alexis offered, taking the bot's by surprise.
"Are you sure Alexis?"
"Positive Red Alert; it's the best option. Go ahead, don't worry about it."
Red Alert scanned both of them, and sighed in relief; everything was fine with Ariel, but he had to worry about Hotshot now; it probably wouldn't be long before he "transformed" as well. Red Alert turned to Optimus, "I probably should show you how to work the scanners now shouldn't I?"
To be continued…
Ha! Being sick does pay off! I got to write all day! But… tomorrow I'll have a lot to make up… including an Essay… bleh. R&R if you please!
