Chapter 4: New Sparks
Corvin's vision was blurry as she awoke. The room she was in was dimmed for her sensitive optics. How nice.
Her helm ached something fierce as she became more aware. She smacked her lips at the lead like taste that coated her tongue as she sat up slowly. She groaned as her helm spun as she sat up a bit too fast. She sat still a moment as her vision cleared from the black spots. As the spots started to dissipate, she started to see where she was. Tan rock walls and gray cement floors, shelves lined the walls filled with doo-dads and what-not's that she didn't know of. A few consoles with strange markings and a primarily green back screen. She was on a large, stiff metal bed-thingy and another sat to the left. Corvin bet her bottom that it was a Medical Bay.
Though how she got here was a mystery. She could remember the past day, what she had done and… Who she had met. She withheld the almightiest of happy squeals. She had met Optimus-fucking-Prime, and his rag-tag gang of fighters. She was gonna be an Auto-bawt! Corvin sang in her head as she swayed to a beat only she could hear. Her whole frame shivered in contained excitement and happiness. She stood and hissed. Looking down she saw her leg had been properly welded back on, and that most of her cuts were gone or barley even there. The dents and weird robot-bruise on her left leg were still there, though they looked better than they did before. Corvin peered over her shoulder to see her wings fully repaired and functional, if a bit sore. Wow, the medic is good.
Corvin took a few steps, working out the sore joints and taunt muscle cables. Raising her fist way over her head, she stretched out fully, flexing every cable and wire to expand as far as possible. She plopped back down into her regular stance and walked forward toward what she assumed was the door. She didn't even touch it before it slid open, making her jump. She heard voices and stepped out completely.
She was in outpost Omega One. Everything was like how it was in the shows, with a few extra devices here and there along the walls; no doubt from Ratchet's tinkering. She buzzed, she was gonna meet Ratchet as well! He was one of her favorites, throughout every series she had ever seen. He was awesome in Transformers: Animated, his grouchiness and just his personality in general was one she could get along surprisingly well with. Her optimistic 'out there' attitude seemed to go with the grumps, Domi could almost be considered one. She wasn't a grump, so to say. She was more of a person who acted displeased and grumpy but was secretly laughing along. Corvin really loved that about her; she was always good for a laugh and never seriously got angry with Corvin. Corvin was just that damned lovable.
She wondered how Domi was holding up, and a questioning poke through the bond answered that she was alright. She poked through Vela's connection to find her the same and sitting right in the room she was looking into.
"Corvin! You're up!" The cat-look-alike pranced over to her, hugging her tightly around the waist. Corvin hugged back, patting her between the ears. She looked up and into the optics of every Autobot currently on Earth. She smiled at them, trying to contain her excitement. She couldn't completely though as her wings fluttered while moving slightly up and down. A reddish-orange and white medic by the name of Ratchet had the corners of his lips turned up. The blue femme known as Arcee who happened to be the shortest here was smiling softly with a slightly cautious look in her bluish-purple optics. Bulkhead is large and green with black servos and a green mouth guard, he looked rather happy to see them, as did Bumblebee. Bumblebee was a rather bright shade of yellow that made Corvin blink a few times. He was adorable and everything, but she just did not like the color yellow. That left Optimus.
Corvin didn't really look at him, she was afraid that if she did she would do something really stupid, like faint our squeal. And she did not want to ruin her first impression. So she just looked in his optics briefly and smiled. No need for him to think that she disliked him and rejecting to look at only him would make him think just that. So she smiled and then looked away and around the room. She wanted to jump up and down like a little girl while squealing 'Oh my gosh!' over and over again. But that would really creep them out, or give the impression that she was crazy. She would just have to contain herself until she was alone, but for now… chill.
Corvin vented deeply, feeling the air move throughout her systems and exit through gaps in her armor or when she exhaled out her mouth. She didn't know what to do. Tell them about her dimension, or keep it to herself…
"Do you by chance know how to open subspaces?' Ratchet looked startled by her comment. He blinked once before nodding.
"Why, of course I do!" He almost sounded offended. Corvin pulled a smile.
"Can you open mine? I do not know how to open them."
"How can you not know how to open a subspace? That's basic!" Ratchet looked rather confused, as did the other Autobots. Corvin shrugged.
"I don't." She spoke very flatly. Ratchet grumbled something under his breath and motioned for her to come over. He fiddled with a few things on her hip, which made her shift a bit. Ratchet shot out a few 'stand still's while she moved. She couldn't help it! Her hips were… sensitive. And those warm servos did nothing to prevent the tingle traveling down her back. Not that she was turned on by this; it was just strangely pleasant and weird. She was thinking on it too much, but those servos felt nice. Her wings flicked forward a bit and moved up slightly. Ratchet made a huffing sound as he observed her. Finally he opened the subspace and she stuck her servo in to see if she had inadvertently stored anything in there when she fell here. Her servo felt contact. Grabbing whatever was in there she pulled it out and looked at it. Corvin made a pleased sound.
She had grabbed her computer and a few other things. She looked through and took note of a few of her sketch pads had snuck their way in there. She didn't know how she was going to use that, being that she was now like… 20 times bigger than it. Oh well, maybe she'd give it to Miko. Corvin grinned, she could teach Miko how to really draw the bots, and she had a few sketches of them in there. Corvin remembered a few drawings in there she'd rather Miko not see. For Miko to see her Optimus drawing that was covered in little doodly stars and hearts would be ten levels of embarrassment that she did not want to experience. Her cross was still there, the small stainless steel pendant of her religion shining like it always did. She smiled, it had been a gift from her Mom and she had worn it every day since.
Corvin hummed, placing her belongings back into her sub-space and asked Ratchet to show her how to close it. Ratchet did so, grumbling once again.
"Like you were sparked yesterday…" He mumbled. Bingo, idea.
"Well, kinda." She confirmed, looking down at the medic. He blinked in confusion.
"What?"
"You said I was sparked yesterday and I said 'well, kinda'" She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The Autobots looked at her, not really understanding what she said.
"Please explain," Optimus asked and Corvin nodded.
"I was sparked like… a few weeks ago." She smiled, complete nonchalantly.
"How is that possible?" Arcee questioned.
"I don't know, just woke up." She informed. Ratchet grabbed a scanner and ran it over Corvin and Vela, making them blink as a tingly feeling raced up and down their frames. He plugged the scanner into the console and did something. A beep was heard.
"Their spark signatures are in neither Autobot nor Decepticon databanks. I also cannot find any similar signatures, meaning they are not bonded to any of us either." Ratchet turned from the console to inform them of this.
"What of neutrals?" Optimus asked.
"Still pending" Ratchet replied and Optimus nodded. The Prime looked to the femmes that had appeared out of thin air and asked them to tell him what they remembered.
"Well." Vela started, "I remember small things, like this peaceful feeling. Then I was landing on top of Corvin." She pointed over to the seeker femme, who flicked her wings.
"Yeah, I remember the peaceful feeling, and then I was being squished by my trine mates." Corvin added.
"Trine mates?"
"Yeah, Vela and Domi are my trine mates." Optimus looked to Ratchet.
"It's uncommon, but not unheard of." The medic spoke," They have at least one seeker so it's not impossible." The red and blue Prime nodded. There was a beep and Ratchet looked back to the console. "Results came in; they are not in the neutral banks either." The bots relaxed, the femmes were new sparks.
This meant several things. First: The femmes were harmless and knew next to nothing about what was going on. Second: They had to teach them. One could already see the gears turning in Ratchet's processor; plans on what to teach them, what data pads he should use, and how he would divide up the work. But Ratchet had to find out what they already know. Every cybertronian was sparked with basic data packets and whatever they could gain from their surroundings. He would find out what they had downloaded and go from there
He put them through a series of tests; questioning them on various things. Both were very well educated in Earth and its culture, they also knew the basics of the War and which side was which. Vela knew the bare minimum of Cybertronian culture whiles Corvin seemed to know quite a bit. How much she knew was actually quite surprising. He had asked her advanced questions about their culture, the cast system, and the functions of certain frames. Corvin had an 89% accuracy rate. She needed a bit of work on how their systems ran and on how the cast system was stacked, but she was good in everything else. Ratchet briefly wondered if he could teach the seeker femme more, give her a real education in the culture of Cybertron and see which subjects she excelled at.
The medic sent the femmes away, the other Autobots having gone back to their regular duties earlier before he quizzed them. Ratchet lined up data pads he would give each femme, mentally noting what else he needed. He was sure Optimus had more data pads; he'd ask him for a few later. Ratchet hummed. He also would need to educate them in interface. Well, he now knew the first data pads he would give them.
Pulling out one of the data pads that taught basic systems and interface, perfect for new sparks already in their final frame.
There was so much he planned on teaching them. It would be a pleasant distraction from the regular droning routine he had gotten into. It gets rather boring…
Ratchet copied the data pad's contents onto a blank one, so he was able to give one to both of them. He grabbed two other data pads, one for basic culture for Vela and an advanced system function data pad for Corvin.
He left the Med Bay and started his hunt for the femmes.
(AN: this chapter has been edited, major editing. This chapter will change a big part of the plot and how thing will go. I don't know if the Autobots will ever find out about their human past. I know Optimus will find out *hint hint**nudge Nudge* but I'm unsure of everyone else.
Wait….. I just remembered something…. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Yeah, the bots will find out, or the whole plot will be fucked up. Damn it, I forgot that important part of the plot while I was writing this. Oh well, as a writer I SHALL GO ON! I already got several ideas on how this I will fix this now that I think of it. Just know this…*spoilers* Corvin once being a human from another dimension will be the biggest part of this plot. You won't find out just why until then, but it is very important. I'll sleep on it
Till all are one!~~)
