TFA: Youngling
Ch.1~ Confusion
I sat idily scribbling on my datapad; Ratchet was busy trying to set up our new base's medbay and had sent me over to an empty corner so he could work. Normally if we had been at our old base I could have easily left him by going to the rec room or our room but sadly it had been destroyed.
Hearing the groundbridge activate I turned my attention to Bumblebee arriving back at base. Placing my datapad in a compartment Ratchet had attached to my leg armour, I ran over to greet him. Hugging onto his pede he gently patted my head. Releasing him he knelt down in front of me, he always knelt down or hunched when we talked.
'Optimus wants you to go meet him, if it's alright with Ratchet.' Bumblebee informed looking toward Ratchet for confirmation.
"Of course I'll bridge her to Optimus's coordinates," he replied, getting ready to send me through but worriedly turned to me. "Have your blaster ready just in case though."
"I will don't worry I'll be fine Rache," I said, running toward him I hugged him and ran over to the ground bridge.
Giving my caretaker one last smile, I got my blaster ready, soon the groundbridge opened and I ran through. As usual, the feeling was a bit less than pleasant, shaking it off I ran faster wanting to be with Optimus.
I felt a surge run through me that knocked me off my pedes, looking around I watched as the normal appearance of the groundbridge began to distort. Turning I tried to run back to base but I felt myself being pulled further into the groundbridge. By this time I had disabled my blaster and was trying to use my servos to move myself forward.
Unable to keep my pedes on the ground I shot back into the vortex I felt something hit me hard and I blacked out.
(Present)
Onlining my optics groaned as I slowly got to my pedes. Looking around I saw a fast yellow and black car with a red light on the hood speed toward me. Where am I and who is that? The small car screeched to a halt in front of me.
"Excuse can you tell me where I am?" I asked, crouching down in front of the car.
The car before me transformed out into a Cybertronian. He held a human child away from me with one servo and held another toward me with some form of weapon on it.
"What kind of Decepticon are you?!" he yelled.
"I'm not a Decepticon, my names Stargazer, I'm an Autobot," I replied, holding my hands up in surrender. "Can you please tell me where I am? One minute I'm in the groundbridge and the next minute I wake up on the road."
"You're in Detroit, I'm Sari and this guy here is Bumblebee." the human explained, wait he can't be Bumblebee.
"Sari she could be a Decepticon spy!" he yelled.
"Stop calling me a Decepticon, and tell me your real name cuz my big brother Bee can't talk." I cried tears filled my optics and I began to sob. "I just wanna go home!"
"I think she's a little kid Bumblebee, come on you have to make her stop crying." Sari lectured.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" he growled, staring behind him a saw a group of human emergency vehicles heading our way.
"Bumblebee what's going on?" the firetruck asked, transforming into a Cybertronian.
"I dunno she just fell from out of nowhere; landed on the pavement, talked to me a bit, and now she's crying." Bumblebee explained.
"Can you please tell me why you are crying?" the new mech asked, moving closer to him I rubbed away my tears.
"I was in a groundbridge going to see my Uncle and a surge went through and I woke up here. I wanna go home, everything looks weird and I just wanna go home!" I cried.
"How old are you?" he replied.
"A stellarcycle and four megacycles into my youngling stage," I answered.
"Scrap that means I pointed my stingers at a kid; I'm sorry little feme I didn't mean to scare you." Bumblebee apologized.
"So you came here in a groundbridge; is that like a spacebridge?" the green swat car asked turning into a big bulky mech that looked a lot like Bulkhead.
"Uhuh my Uncle Rache invented it, when they crashed on Earth they only had a bit of Cybertronian tech and he made the groundbridge so they could travel to any place on Earth," I explained, he seemed interested in it.
"Wait so there are other Autobot's on Earth." Bumblebee said.
"I live in a military base in Nevada, we're under the command of Opti..mus Prime," I stated, their optics all widened.
"But Star, Optimus is right there," Sari stated pointing the firetruck mech.
"That's not what my Opti..mus looks like, my Opti..mus is really big with a railgun blaster and he can fly," I replied, crossing my arms.
"My name really is Optimus Prime." the mech said, he looks like he's telling the truth; wait I'll just ask who the Autobot leader is.
"So who's the Autobot leader?" I asked.
"The council." they all stated.
"But that can't be right, Opmis is the leader of the Autobots! The council is dead! Cybertron is dead!" I cried, from behind Optimus came a black and brown mech.
"It's alright little one, you must be very confused just calm down." he hushed, something about him seemed familiar; moving closer to him I let him pull me close. "It's alright; now tell us your name."
"Stargazer," I replied.
"Now who were your creators?" he asked.
"My real ones or my temporary ones?" I replied.
"Both of them," he stated.
"My real creators were Commander's Prow..l and Ja..zz and my temporary creators are Opti..mus and Rat..chet." I answered they all looked at me in disbelief besides the mech holding me.
"Don't worry you're in safe servos, we'll find a way to get you home." he soothed, rubbing my back.
"Thank you," I replied, hugging his neck.
"I think for the time being we should stop questioning her, she is only a child," he stated, the other bots transformed; he pulled back. "Do you have a vehicle mode?"
"Uhuh," I replied, I quickly transformed, smiling he transformed into a motorcycle.
"Keep close to me," he stated, nodding I followed after him down the highway.
We drove on the highway for a while before arriving at an old warehouse, I followed them in. They all transformed and stood around me giving me questioning looks. The black and brown mech simply scooped me up into his arms and headed toward another room. This room had a tree growing in it, smiling I felt him set me down in front of the tree.
"Wow this tree is so cool, I never really got to appreciate them before." I cheered, touching the tree happily.
"It appears you have some appreciation for nature unlike most of the others here," he stated, patting my helm
"How could I not, I never got to see Cybertron not a war and I barely get to leave my base so when I get to see the human world, I just feel so happy. Hey, I never got your name."
"Prowl."
"Really? You don't look like him, I guess the groundbridge surge sent me to another dimension."
"If you want to avoid all their questions I would suggest you stay in here."
"Thank you, and can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What does it mean to be a Prime in your world?"
"I believe it is a military rank."
"In my world, being a Prime means that you were chosen by the matrix of leadership to be good of spark. You gain the wisdom of the collective Primes and the knowledge of Primus."
"So your Optimus is almost a religious leader."
"Uhuh, but don't get me wrong he is also one of the best fighters the original Primes defeated Unicron the eater of worlds, and so did Opmis."
"Unicron?"
"He's as big as a planet, a truly evil being that Primus fought."
"Sounds highly spiritual."
"It is, on nights when I can't sleep Opmis tells me stories like that and stories of before he was a Prime."
"Prowl I'm coming in." a grouchy voice called, I turned to see a red and white big-bellied bot walk in.
"You going to scare the poor thing as well." Prowl stated.
"No, I just want to make sure she's healthy."
The medic bot went over and scanned me, he reminded me of Ratchet. Prowl stood back and let the mech do his scans, but constantly gave me reassuring looks.
"Are you this dimensions Rat..chet?" I asked.
"This dimensions?" he questioned.
"I believe she is from another dimension because she claims that Optimus in her world is the leader of the Autobots," Prowl answered.
"Is that big green guy's name Bulkhead?" I asked.
"Yes," Prowl answered.
"Wow all we're missing is big sister Arcee, Wheeljack, Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen then my whole team would be in this world." I cheered.
"Arcee, you have Arcee in your world." the grumpy medic stated in disbelief.
"Uhuh, wait I have my datapad with me I can show you a picture of everyone," I replied, pulling out my datapad I opened up the picture of everyone at our new base. "See this is everyone at my base."
They both looked intently at the picture, I saw a sad smile crept onto the grumpy medics face. Prowl examined the picture really closely, I wonder if this is what my Prowl acted like.
"So where is the 'me' of your world?" he asked.
"I don't have any pictures of you, I was only a cycle old the last time I saw you. But I do remember exactly what you looked like." I answered.
"How would you remember something from the day you were created?" the medic growled.
"I was put into a stasis pod only a few decacycle's later, I remember everything that has happened to me since I was created." I explained, "The last time I saw Prow..l was also the day everyone left Cybertron, it was also the only time I ever saw Cybertron."
"So in your world Cybertron is empty, where did all the bots go?" the medic asked.
"Scattered to the stars; some ships carrying younglings and sparklings tried to stay far from the war. Others flew around space looking for the fighting." I answered.
"So the war is still in full swing." Prowl stated, I nodded.
"How long?" the medic said.
"Four billion stellarcycles." I replied.
"F-four billion..." he stuttered.
"What my world Opti..mus, Rat..chet and Megatron are all much older than four billion stellarcycles," I stated, I felt Prowl rub my helm.
"You are handling this very well for your age." Prowl said.
"I grew up quick; after all everyone on my team could be killed going on a mission anytime. I need to be tough so I can survive." I replied, putting servos on my hipplates I smiled up at him. "Someday I'm going to be a hero like everyone else, and heroes are tough."
"I see." He hummed.
"So, in your world bots still live on Cybertron?" I said.
"Yep, and not every bot is a warrior, it's been pretty peaceful since the Great War ended. Although there are still Decepticons around, especially here on Earth." Ratchet explained.
"Is Megatron here?" I asked.
"No," Ratchet answered.
"Good," I stated and began to mumble, "that slagger can rot in the pit..."
"So in your world are you learning to be a warrior?"
"Uhuh, although I can't go fight yet, it's just self-defence just in case a Con ever found me."
"If you'd like I could teach you some cyber ninja skills," Prowl added.
"Cyber ninja?" I said, what was that?
"Perhaps I should give you a demonstration later." Prowl stated.
"I'm gonna go talk to the glitch's outside and get them to calm the frag down." Ratchet stated, leaving the room.
"Hehehe, he's not that different in this world." I teased, Prowl smiled at me.
"Is your world's Bumblebee loud and obnoxious?" he asked.
"Definitely not, especially since he can only speak in whirls and beeps," I replied, he looked at me slightly curious. "Megatron broke his voice box beyond repair when he was caught spying on the Decepticons. Bee doesn't let that bring him down, he is still a very happy mech."
"Our Bumblebee will definitely be a different experience for you, do you know anyone who is annoying and obnoxious?"
"Uhuh, Smokescreen but he's just a newbie. He's gotten better now that he's learned what it means to be really at war."
"Ya can come out now, I got them acting like grown mechs and not sparklings," Ratchet called.
I grabbed onto Prowl's servo and slowly we walked out of his room. Arriving in the main I saw that everyone was looking at me with wide-optics; or eyes in Sari's case. I reached up and touched my visor. Ja I hope you and Prowler are watching over me right now.
"Hello." I greeted, smiling brightly.
"Sorry about earlier." Bumblebee apologized.
"That's okay, it's not every day a youngling pops out of nowhere like I did," I replied smiling at him.
"Are you hurt little feme?" Bulkhead asked, I shook my head.
"I don't dent that easy," I stated, banging my servo to my chassis.
"While you're here someone will have to become your caretaker," Optimus stated, Prowl patted my shoulder plating.
"She seems comfortable with me, I'll look after her," he said, Optimus went over and rubbed my helm.
"Now that that's settled if you don't mind why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Optimus added.
"Sure, my names Stargazer and I am medic and warrior in training in team Prime formerly stationed in Jasper, Nevada," I explained.
"A warrior and medic in-training, at your age," Optimus stated.
"In my world, Cybertron was destroyed due to the ravages of war. The planet fell into darkness and team Prime went to Earth to find more energy sources to fight the Decepticons. Most of the armies are scattered around the universe. When I left, we were still in the midst of our war, it was necessary due to our small numbers that I be trained to fight and heal." I explained, Rache would growl at me for talking so grown-up if I were home.
"You talk very well for someone your age." Optimus praised I smiled at him.
"I may be young but I am mentally older than I look, I've been training to become a medic since I first became a youngling. Also, I'm a tactician, I used to help make battle plans whenever it was possible for me to do so." I added, they looked at me in shock.
"Wow, you sure are smart for a youngling." Bumblebee stated, I smiled at him as Prowl reached over to rub my helm.
"Once she calmed down she acted quite maturely, she even theorized how she got here. You could learn from her Bumblebee." Prowl teased, I watched as Bee stuck his glossa out at Prowl.
"How did you get here?" Bulkhead asked.
"I believe that when the groundbridge malfunctioned, the rip it creates between the dimensional planes was distorted sending me not to the space in-between dimensions but to an entirely different dimension from my own. I'm not sure what exactly caused the dimensional destination to change though." I answered, "Rache was always better with the science of ground-bridges then I am."
"That makes sense, it could have been a stray ion trail or warp trail from a space-bridge that changed your course. The two could have shared the same in-between dimensional space." Bulkhead added, I looked at him in shock. "I'm a space-bridge technician."
"Really, that's nice, seems like you understand more than I do. The only reason I got a theory at all was that once a ground-bridge malfunction sent us to the in-between space. I wish I had paid more attention when I helped Rache repair the stupid thing." I rambled.
"So, who is this Rache?" Ratchet asked, I smiled at him.
"That's my nickname for the 'you' in my world, he's looked after me since I was a youngling," I answered.
"What happened to your creators?" Optimus questioned.
"They were commanders and we were separated in battle when I was a sparkling." I stated, looking away from them. "I don't really like to talk about them..."
"Alright, we'd love to help you get back home but we have almost no Cybertronian technology except our own ship," Optimus informed, I nodded.
"I understand, we didn't have much Cybertronian tech either, I'm sorry that I'll be a bother to you." I apologized.
"No, it's no problem at all." He assured I nodded at him smiling.
"Thank you very much, you are all very kind." I thanked.
I hope I will be able to go home…