Her body jarrs and crunches as her back smacks into cement, her head smashing into the hard surface as well. She's dazed, her eyes staring blankly at the halflight of a sunset that is nearly over, a few speckled stars littering the sky.
Clashing of metal and yelling rings through her ears. The ground is vibrating beneath her, but she's unable to move. She steels herself, her head ringing as she forces her head to the side.
She must have hit her head too hard.
She's dazed and dumbfounded, not believing what she's seeing.
Transformers.
No.
Cybertronians.
Three of them, are tearing into eachother, huge blades in each hand of two of them, the third is stumbling through with a dagger and blaster, though he hasn't hit either of the other two.
Blue is flying and spattering everywhere, the gold titan's blade barely misses the black and white one's head... Helm.
She tries to scream stop, but the only thing that escapes her mouth is a warbled whirr.
The fuck?
The pounding of feet hits hits her ears, accoumpanied by what sounds like hundreds of voices. All she can do is stare at the three battling Bots, the gold one tearing the black and white one apart and the silver one tearing into both of them, trying to stop them. As the black and white mech goes down, the gold Bot turns on the silver one with a roar.
"YOU PIT SPAWNED SLAGGER, TAKING A CONS SIDE," He knocks the silver Bot back with the edge of his blade, and he hits the ground. That... That was all made up of clicks, whirrs, beeps, whistles and another sound she couldn't find an English word to describe it with. Its a broken sound, kind of like the chak of a pistol being cocked, but different. What scares her is that she understands it perfectly, but is aware of what it is composed of. It is definitely not English.
"Sunny! He jumped sides!" that seems to make the gold bot madder, his eyes - optics - flickering and bleeding red. Fear shoots through her for the silver and black and white mechs.
"Sunstreaker!" she hears. She knows that voice. "Stop!" It can't be. Ironhide?
A big black and white mech with door wings perched atop his back in a rigid V is instantly pinning the gold bot down, another smaller silver mech on the golden ones other side, also holding him down as he struggles and screams profanities. A little yellow mech leans down next to the silver bot, helping him sit up and chirping at him in question.
Sparkling chatter, her mind supplies.
She'd know that little scout anywhere.
A huge black mech with cannons perched on his arms hauls Barricade up with a snarl and threat. The black and white mech holds his hands up in surrender, his helm bowed as he whirrs, red optics shifted up in a dog like fassion as he stares pleadingly up at the aggressive black mech.
"Ironhide, take him to the brig and Prowl and I will deal with him later," Jordyn's eyes widen at that voice, so calm and regal. Theres only one bot that could ever sound like that.
Optimus Prime himself. Her eyes shift away from the silver mech as he spits a glowing blue substance from his mouth and leans on the little yellow scout to land on the huge form of Optimus Prime, his arms crossed as humans scatter around his feet with blasters in their hands. They're like ants compared to him.
So many mechs. Her fuzzy mind counts more than ten, and there must be more somewhere else.
Her eyes land on a small electric blue mech as he scurries past humans and over to the still struggling and screaming Sunstreaker. He simply grasps one of his arms which is being held still by the black and white mech, a large syringe in his other hand. With a simple poke, Sunstreaker goes still.
"Well, it worked?" Jordyn's eyes land on a white mech with green and red pinstripping. He looks overly bashful as he holds his hands up in a questioning way. Everyone falls silent as their eyes shift to the mech, deadpan looks adorning their faces.
"Yeah, it worked great, Jacky," Sideswipe, she figures out, glares at the scientist, his tone sarcastic.
"I'm sorry! It isn't my fault that you three demolished it and it malfunctioned! You're lucky I was even able to reverse the effects and bring you back without Perceptor!" He sounds exasperated and little fins on the sides of his face glow a light violet color as he slumps forward. "It wasn't easy to reverse the-"
Jordyn stares at him blankly. She can't understand half of what he's babbling about.
"Alright, Wheeljack, calm down," Optimus turns his attention to the rest of the group when Wheeljack quiets. "We have everything under control, carry on."
A light murmur irrupts through the mass of humans as they file back into the huge hanger a ways away, Lennox shouting orders at them. She sees a few of them eye her, but they continue on. She wonders why. Isn't she human? Shouldn't they be dragging her in for questioning?
"Jolt, I want you to examine Barricade and provide any medical assistance he might require. Ironhide should be there to assist you," Optimus addresses the cobalt blue mech. He simply nods and follows the humans back to the hanger, Jordyn guesses to go to the brig, where Ironhide had already taken the forementioned Bot. Why Ironhide would need to be there she could only guess, but she has a pretty good one.
Most likely to ensure Barricade wouldn't hurt Jolt.
There are still a good number of Bots standing around, and her eyes flicker between them. She tries to pull herself up, but her body feels dense and heavy. She can't move. She inwardly begins to panick at the vulnerable feeling rushing through her belly. There is a steady throb from her back, and she can't move to try to relieve the feeling.
"What crawled up Sunstreaker's tailpipe and died?" Hound, she sees, questions with a flick of his wrist to the quiet bot. Sideswipe just shrugs and rolls his optics, a sour look about his faceplate as he pushes himself off Bumblebee to carry his own weight. He manages to push himself up, cradling his middle as blue steadily drips down his frame.
'E's always got somethin' up his tailpipe, what's new?" Jordyn nearly snorts at Crosshairs's words and a murmur of agreement washes through the group.
"Must've been somethin' major for 'im to be as slagged off as 'e was," Thats Jazz.
"I just don't understand why Sunny needs to be so angry all the time it doesn't make any sense to me I've always been nice to him and tried to make him happy and he just continues to be a wire-bear about everything and now he-"
"Calm down, Blue," the black and white mech next to him puts a hand on his shoulder. The only mech that could possibly be is Prowl. Bluestreak quiets with a nod. Bee chirps at him, causing Blue to give him a smile.
"What're we gonna do with the Con?" Its a red mech a bit bigger than Bee. She doesn't know who he is, but she assumes it might be Cliffjumper or Smokescreen. He's right to the point, addressing the elephant in the room, his hands resting on his hips as a roar overtakes the Bots.
"Prowl and I will figure that out momentarily, and a meeting will be held before any actions are taken," Optimus cuts in, causing them to quiet. "Everybot back to their posts."
The numerous bots standing about give a grumble as some transform down and take off out of the facility, and others move to various hangers around the area. Some of them eye her too, but again leave her be. She tries to talk, but again the only thing that leaves her mouth is a whinning whirr and a click. Optimus turns to her with a sigh before gazing around at the remaining bots, which include Bee, Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe and the passed out Sunstreaker.
"I've already commed Ratchet, he and Arcee are readying the medbay," Prowl informs, his arms crossed and posture that of a very serious police officer.
"Good. Lets get these three there then we can go from there," Optimus helps Jazz with Sunstreaker and Bee hovers next to Sideswipe, clicking and whirring at him. Sides says something in a joking tone, but Jordyn can't hear what it is. The little scout's doorwings flutter happily in the most adorable way.
Jordyn watches wide eyed as Prowl cooly approaches her, his steps calculated and precise, a calculating and contmplative look about his faceplate as he anylizes her, and gently pulls her up, the red chevron on his head glinting. She's shocked at this.
He doesn't pick her up in one of his hands.
Oh no.
He slides his arms under her back and legs, hefting her up to rest her against her chest in an awkward way.
Her eyes widen and she feels herself fill with panick. Her heart- no, she must have a spark now - is pulsing dangerously, fluttering and screaming with panick. How could this be happening?!
What happened for this to happen?!
Theres no way!
She had to have hit her head too hard!
Her eyes flutter as they dash around her, taking in the huge hanger that the bots are traveling through. A few of the bots from outside are scattered around this hanger. She recognizes Wheeljack and the red mech, and a blue and silver femme that looks like she could be Chromia.
Humans are scattered about, talking and cleaning their weapons. A small group of men are talking to the blue femme as she cleans a blaster.
Prowl leads the group into a maze of huge halls with cement walls, cielings tall enough for even Prime to stand in. She can hear Sideswipe and Bee chattering with hushed voices and sounds, but its too quiet to make out what theyre saying.
She feels light headed, her panick continuing to skyrocket at not being able to move.
She can't believe this. What the fuck happened?
How can this be possible?
She feels like she can't process whats going on.
Prowl uses his shoulder to push the medbay door open. Jordyn's eyes are blinded by the stark white of the room, and the smell of oil and disinfectant makes her head spin. She hears Optimus offer Ratchet and Arcee a greeting and Bee warbles happily.
"Why am I not surprised that you and your brother end up in here again," She hears a grouchy voice say. She recognizes it as Ratchet.
"Its not my fault, Ratchet, I swear!" Sideswipe whines.
"Sideswipe, most of the time its your fault."
"Okay, THIS time it wasn't my fault, it was Sunny's."
A sigh.
"Whatever, slag-for-processors, just go get on that berth and I'll be there in a klick,"
Jordyn can't see them, her head is stuck at an odd angle.
"So this is the little femme?" Ratchet asks. A hum from Prowl's chest. Panick is still pulsing through her body.
"Somehow she came back with the twins and Barricade," Prowl says simply. Ratchet hums.
"Set her over there and Arcee will have a look at her."
Arcee? She doesn't know how she feels about that.
She catches a glimpse of Jazz and Optimus setting Sunstreaker down on a berth, Sideswipe watching from the berth next to his as he chats with Bee, who is also watching the two mechs curiously.
Prowl sets her on a berth on the opposite side of the monsterous medbay, across from the twins. They're closest to the wall, and all she can see is the cieling.
"Everyone that isn't on a berth needs to get out of my medbay, I'm buisy!" She hears Ratchet bark. A few farewells and she hears the medbay door close. She listens with a ball of panick in her chest as Ratchet angrily repremands Sideswipe as he asks him questions. Sideswipe answers in a cheeky tone, as if he does this all the time. Jordyn wouldn't be surprised at all if he does.
"Hello, I'm Arcee," She hears a smooth and light voice. Its a beautiful singsong voice that is lovely to listen to. "How are you this orn?" She hears some metal being gently shifted off to her side, and she becomes frightened even more since she can't see what Arcee is doing. She hates doctors, and she doesn't want to be poked or prodded, especially when she can't see whats being done. She manages to let out a terrified warble. A hum from the femme next to her is her answer.
"Did you fall on your helm?" Jordyn whirrs in answer. "I'm going to have to look at your relays that are on the back of your helm. If thats the problem it will be a quick fix. It happens to younglings all the time when they bump their helms hard. I'm going to flip you on three," Arcee's arms snake their way under her, and she wishes she could pull away from the feeling. She doesn't want to be touched. And youngling? Sure she's young but she's an adult now!
"One, two, three," Arcee flips her weight easily, her cheek now laying on the berth. She's facing away from Arcee. "Oh, you landed on your door wings," theres a strange sensation on her back. It feels like protrusions, which doesn't feel natural to her at all. The sensation is a burning one, like touching carpet burn thats on the palm of your hand. She whirrs in discomfort, wanting the sensation to stop. Did she say door wings? She has door wings? Aren't those supposed to be super sensitive?
Her eyes widen when she feels a piece of what she assumes to be plating being pulled away from the back of her head gently. After a moment, she feels a click, then another, before the piece is put back in its place.
"There. Can you move now?" Arcee asks her. All she can do is twitch her fingers. "Try to talk. You're off to a good start," Arcee says hopefully.
"Ah-" her voice cracks. "Wha-ts goin' o-n?"
Arcee hums. "What do you mean?"
"She came back with us from wherever Jacky sent us, Cee," Sideswipe interjects. "She must've been so close to us she got sucked back with us."
Arcee turns to him. "What?"
"She's not Cybertronian, she's human," Sideswips shrugs as Ratchet begins welding the gash in his midsection shut. He yelps.
She looks back at the little femme infront of her. "That might be the problem, then."
Jordyn rolls her eyes as she finally gets her arms under her and shakily pushes herself up. Her body still feels heavy as lead, but she manages to turn herself around and sit up on her own with Arcee's arms hovering over her. Dull grey and clawed hands is what she sees first, then dull grey arms. No paint, her mind supplies.
Relief washes through her to an extent. She's still on the verge of a panick attack.
"What's your name?" Arcee asks her. Jordyn is greeted with a pretty and kind faceplate. The femme infront of her is a dusty rose pink, her frame leath. Her cyan eyes gaze steadily and openly at Jordyn, friendliness and a motherly sense eminating around her.
Jordyn gives a confused look. Her name doesn't transfer into the language her mouth is trying to speak. And that's the thing with all the Cybertronian's names. They don't translate smoothly into English. Each Cybertronian here has to use their best judgment when translating their names to find English words that are similar to the meaning of their names in Cybertronian. They can get their names close, but they aren't exact. Thats why their names seem so rediculous in English, while in Cybertronian their names are powerful, elegant and meaningful.
English, Jordyn, English, it isnt that hard, she chastises herself. English should be the only language she knows, she shouldnt be struggling with it.
Arcee is staring at her expectantly, and a fan kicks on loudly from somewhere inside of her from the embarrassment and her plating rattles lightly. She looks bashfully up at Arcee. Arcee merely gives a quiet giggle in response.
"J-Jor-rdyn," she finally squeezes out in English. Arcee smiles.
"Well, its nice to meet you, Jordyn," Jordyn is envious of how easily she seems to go from Cybertronian to English, but she's probably had pleanty of practice. "Now, let me have a look at those wings of yours. And your arm is leaking too," Arcee is behind her in an instant, gently prodding at the sensitive appendages on her back. Without meaning to, she flutters them away from the touch. "Hold still, please."
She has to force them still as Arcee gently cleans them and wraps them in wire mesh. Arcee is quiet as she works, asking questions now and then. Her leaking arm is next. Its the arm Sunstreaker had bitten when he was a dog. The amount of blue that is leaving her arm is disturbing her to no end. Apparently a major line is punctured, causing the river of blue. Arcee had said it would only be dangerous if it was left to leak for a long period of time, and as of now its a minor wound. In no time she's burned the line shut to stop the leaking and let it heal on its own the rest of the way. It actually didn't hurt as bad as she was expecting.
Jordyn inwardly sighs. She's smaller than Arcee, and Arcee is already half the size of Ratchet. Ratchet is a good sized mech. She should figure. She's always been smaller than everyone else, she should be used to it by now.
Jordyn continuously steals glances at the twins every so often as Ratchet works. Sunstreaker is still passed out, and Ratchet had merely scanned him and left him be, saying his wounds wouldn't need medical treatment after he had finished welding all of Sideswipe's wounds shut. She continuoualy has to force a grin back when Ratchet would threaten Sideswipe with a monsterous wrench. She wouldnt be surprised if he has specific tools for throwing at his difficult patients.
Once her eyes had locked for a second with Sideswipe's ice blues. She had immediately averted them in embarrassment.
Her fans kick on high as her eyes widen. Barricade and Sideswipe had seen her naked on more than one occasion.
They were dogs, she doesn't give a damn if animals see her in the nude, but big mechs like Sideswipe and Barricade? Yes she gives a damn, even if they aren't interested in the human body whatsoever, which she doubts they are. Yet her self conciousness gets to her. She isn't the... Thinnest person ever, but at the same time she isnt obese, so that has to count for something even if she does have a little extra pudge.
"What's wrong?" Arcee asks her as she finishes wrapping her arm with the mesh.
"Nothing, I just remembered something," Jordyn stumbles through the sentance, but it gets across fine.
"You're going to be sore, especially your wings, but you should be fine. We're going to keep you here for observation for a few joors. You'll be released after that," Arcee informs. Jordyn nods.
"Prowl will have to come register you with the United States government before this time tomorrow if we haven't discharged you by then," Ratchet calls as he organizes his tools and puts them away. He's using Earth lingo? Obviously its for human time frames, not Cybertronian ones.
"What do you mean?" Jordyn asks, dread bubbling in her stomach. Or is it tanks now? Conversing with the bots is taking her mind off her panick and focusing it on them.
"In order for you to stay on Earth and not be percieved as a threat, or Decepticon, you must register with the Homeland Security sector of the United States Governemnt within the first twenty-four hours of being on a military base for the first time. Congress will then vote on wether to grant you sanctuary or not. You are not allowed to leave the base until Congress has done so. Its in the treaty that was drafted to make our alliance with Earth possible," Arcee explains as she gathers her tools and leftover wire mesh.
"What happens if Congress denies you sanctuary?" Jordyn asks hesitantly.
"You get booted off the planet or shot down," Sideswipe blurts before Arcee has a chance to say anything. He has a sour tone about it.
"So, they have denied Bots sanctuary before?" Jordyn can feel anger building in her gut. Arcee hums sadly.
"They denied a femme called Flareup and every Autobot Seeker that has come to Earth. They had to go back to the Ark and under Ultra Magnus's battalion. They've been denied since the "elections" and the opposing political party to the one that was in control when we first came here has had the majority in Congress," Arcee explains.
Jordyn is instantly sour. She has an idea of who would deny the "aliens" sanctuary.
"So I'm going to be denied?" An edge of panick peppers her tone. She doesn't want to leave Earth! This is, well sorta, her home! She needs to have a serious talk with Wheeljack when she gets discharged. He needs to figure out how to send her home. And he needs to do it quick if Congress denies her. She is not going up into space when this is her home and her only chance at getting to her correct home is here on Earth.
"All Autobots in commanding positions can call a meeting with Congress. I can suggest to them that they grant you sanctuary on the grounds that you are a child in their terms," Ratchet places his last tool in one of the big drawers, then turns around to face her.
"Woah, I'm not a kid anymore, I turned eighteen a few months ago," Jordyn informs, confused as to why they keep insisting that she is a "youngling." Ratchet merely gives her a look.
"As true as that may be, in Cybertronian standards, you are only about half done with your final growth cycle. You are still a youngling," Ratchet crosses his arms.
"And besides," Jordyn's eyes fall on Sideswipe at his words. A cheeky smile irrups across his faceplate. "Its easy to hack their computer systems. I figured out how to predetermine their so called election without their system catching it."
"Sideswipe! You know thats grounds for them to revoke your residency!" Ratchet hisses at him with a pointed finger. Sideswipe merely shrugs at him.
"So what? I got tired of them denying our comrades. Besides, you and Cee are the only ones that know. If I had said that in English on the other hand," Sideswipe busts out laughing. He turns back to Jordyn, pure mirth about his features. "You can't tell anyone or I could get kicked off the planet."
"We could all get kicked off the planet for that, Sideswipe," Arcee sighs. Jordyn simply nods at him, not knowing what to say. Is the entire base bugged or something? Probably. Good thing Cybertronian is too complex a language for humans to grasp. At least for the time being.
"I won't get in their systems for anything else, I swear!" Sideswipe beams at the two medics.
"You had better not. Let the humans run their government how they like," Ratchet says in a condescending tone.
"Even when their choices are stupid?" Sideswipe challenges.
"They're politicians, of course their choices are stupid. If they make logical chocies and fix everything thats wrong, which is possible, then soon they'll run out of campaign objectives to get themselves re-elected with," Jordyn quips with irritation. Sideswipe laughs.
"So thats why!"
"Well, I don't know for certain, but thats my take on it," Jordyn shrugs.
"Sideswipe, you really shouldn't meddle with what the humans do. They've been hospitable enough to let the all of the Bots stay that they have," Ratchet sighs.
"Ratchet, we're protecting their sorry hides, the least they can do is allow all the friendlies in," Sideswipe gripes.
"They don't see it that way," Ratchet rolls his optics.
"Plus Jordyn isn't Cybertronian! She belongs here, not in space," Sideswipe motions to her in a very animated way. She merely lifts an optic ridge at him. She really doesn't belong here at all, but still. "The least I can do is get her accepted after she helped me."
"Oh? And how did she help you?" Ratchet questions.
"Took care of me and fixed me up. I would've died if it wasn't for her," he turns his attention to Jordyn. "Aren't you training to be an animal medic?"
Jordyn's fans kick on at the sudden embarrassment of having all attention on her. "Um, I was training to be an assistant?"
"That can go on your registration," Arcee begins. "If you don't have an occupation it will automatically set that you are a frontliner. Ratchet and I can take you as an apprentice along with Jolt."
Jordyn nods at her words. Thats most likely the safest thing for her to do.
"You'll need to register with a Cybertronian designation so the humans don't become suspicious or take offense from your application," Ratchet tells her.
"What?" Jordyn can feel anger well up inside of her. This is unbelievable. "I can't keep my own damn name?"
"You can be called whatever you like, but the government needs a Cybertronian designation to recognize you by," Ratchet says seriously.
"And I only have a few hours to figure it out?" Ratchet nods at her. "Great."
"You can change it any time," Arcee supplies. "Name changes are common amoung Cybertronians."
Jordyn nods, shifting to lay against the wall on her shoulder.
"So how am I supposed to get home?" She voices, panick plain to hear in her voice. This just doesn't seem real. Is this a lucid dream? Did her head nail the coffee table and she's laying on the living room with no one there with a split open skull?
"You'll have to talk to Wheeljack about that, from what I know," Ratchet informs her.
"You should be warned, not all of Wheeljacks inventions really... Turn out right. He can never seem to duplicate them, so don't be too upset if you won't be able to get back home," Arcee says delicately. "The twins were lucky to come back."
"Don't be upset? Are you kidding me? Yes I'm going to be upset! I don't belong here! And how do you know my situation?" She wails, almost crying.
Ratchet taps the side of his head. "Comm links."
Jordyn nods in disbelief. "Mom was right, I regret my Autobot tattoo," she says weakly.
Ratchet perks up. "Tattoo?"
"Yeah, she had our insignia on her back. Neat, huh?" Sideswipe crows. Jordyn gives him a halfhearted glare.
"There are Cybertronians where you came from?" Ratchet asks.
"No," Jordyn says weakly. "There you're a human made idea. A lot of people have Autobot and Decepticon tattoos."
"How strange," Arcee hums as she puts the items that she had used away.
It falls quiet as the two medics organize their medbay. Jordyn merely gazes around, taking in the enormous room as she tries to not have a nervous breakdown. Ten huge metal berths are lined against each wall, and Ratchet and Arcee's office seems to be parallel to their work counter. Everything is various tones of grey and white.
"Cee, I feel fine now, can I go?" Jordyn's eyes find Sideswipe. Not even two minutes and he's ready to go? He looks hopeful as he pleads with Arcee. He's wiggling around on his place on the berth.
"Did Ratchet say you could go?" Arcee says sweetly, not even turning to look at him.
"Um, yes?"
"No, he didn't," Arcee doesn't seem phased at all. "We don't want you pulling those welds open, Sideswipe."
He groans.
"Can I at least have something to do?"
"I have a set of cards and a Checker board. You could play Solitair," Arcee suggests as she opens one of the cabinets that hangs above the counter. Sideswipe groans again at the mention of the Earth games. "Maybe Jordyn will play Checkers with you?"
Jordyn straightens at the mention of her name. "So I'm just being volunteered now? What is this, The Hunger Games: Who Can Keep Sideswipe Occupied the Longest?"
"Will you?" Sideswipe looks at her with big puppy optics. Jordyn rolls her optics.
"No," Sideswipe's face falls into dissapointment. Even if it would give her something to focus on, this can't be real. She refuses to think it is!
Panick wells in her again. How can this be happening?
Her door wings tremble and droop on her back, her eyes darting away from the silver Cybertronian's quickly as her door wings rattle with how violently they're trembling. She scoots until her back is to him and she leans against the wall, her face in the corner and forehelm resting on the concrete wall.
Her vents rattle with held back sobs that are trying to escape her chest after she had sat there for awhile with a million different things running through her mind. Coolant quietly and slowly leaks down her cheeks as she bites into her bottom lip, feeling sharp teeth dig in.
She would never see her mom again at this point.
That almost tears a sob from her in and of itself.
She would never get to be a vet tech.
She would never get to have her favorite foods again.
She wouldn't get to go to her first concert this summer she already had tickets for.
She'd never get to go out to lunch with her grandparents again and enjoy their light but loving teasing.
She wouldn't be able to go to her aunt's wedding.
She's startled at the gentle hand that is set inbetween her door wings and slowly works itself in circles. Its a small hand, most likely Arcee. She pushes her head harder into the wall.
After a little while, the trembling of her wings slows as Jordyn focuses on the light warmth of the hand on her back, the lump in her throat lessening. With a deep breath, she slowly sits up and glances over her shoulder. She's met with kind and understanding cyan eyes and a smile only a mother could pull off. She offers a weak smile in return.
"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason," Arcee offers gently. Jordyn nods at the dusty pink femme, her eyes lowering. Arcee pushes herself up and meanders over to the twins to check them over. Jordyn's wings fall even farther than she thought possible.
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Jordyn is dozing in the corner, her body fit snuggly in the angle.
She's jolted awake at the sound of a snarl and roar before the sound of metal crashing to the ground is heard. Her blown wide eyes fall of the form of Sunstreaker, his blades clicked into place on his arms and battle ready as he wildly searches the bay for danger. His optics fall on her, and she can't help that her door wings fold down submissively and she shrinks in on herself. Sunstreaker is three times her size and downright frightening with that snarl on his handsome faceplate. His ice blue optics leave her to fall on Sideswipe, whose optics are locked firmly on the cards in his hands and spread out on the berth infront of him.
A snarl builds in Sunstreakers massive chest.
"Sit the frag down, Sunstreaker, I won't tell you again and I won't hesitate to take my wrench to your slagging helm, paint you pink, and weld your idiotic aft to the damn cieling," Ratchets raised and irritated voice booms through the medbay.
Sunstreaker is instantly quiet, his optics finding Ratchets back. With a huff, he slides his blades back into his arms, crosses them and takes a seat on his berth facing away from his silver twin.
Jordyn's eyes are still wide and fixated on the very angry Sunstreaker. Usually she would always refer to him as Sunny, but with what she's seeing, she can only think of him as Sunstreaker.
His narrowed eyes shoot to her, and she instantly looks away, her eyes finding first the floor, then the two medics at the other end of the medbay. She gives a quiet sigh, her mind working.
She's surprised when Arcee turns from her work to find her. "Jordyn, Prowl is on his way to register you," Arcee calls across the medbay.
Jordyn stutters. "I-I don't have a name to give him."
Arcee simply hums and strides through the medbay toward her.
"Well," Arcee looks contemplative as she takes a seat on the edge of the metal berth Jordyn resides on. "How about Iridescent?"
"Iridescent?" All Jordyn can think of is the song by the same name by Linkin Park. "Its a little long."
"You can always change it," Arcee reminds.
"I know," She all but whispers back.
An idea strikes her. It would be a good enough place holder, and it would tie to her well. At least what she likes to do.
"What did you think of?" Arcee giggles. Jordyn looks at her, confused, until she realizes her door wings had went rigid without her knowing.
"Cadmium," Jordyn says shyly. The name translates smoothly to Cybertronian, surprisingly. The Cybertronian translation is composed of harsh syllables that mean drab, dark colored, chemical color and a few more things. What she had noticed is that Cybertronian names that are distinctly for mechs have harsh syllables, while femme names are smoother and composed of rich syllables while unisex names fall somewhere inbetween. In short, Cadmium is not only a name a mech would bear, it really isn't even a name as much as a scientific term. Its a huge difference from where she is deriving it, but its a good place holder.
"Cadmium?" Arcee gives her a funny look. "Sweetspark, I don't see that as a name that would fit you."
"It's just a placeholder, I promise," Jordyn smiles reassuringly at the femme.
"Okay, I believe you," Arcee smiles as she once again pushes herself up to return to her work.
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So obviously Prowl will be back next chapter. Let me know what you all thought! Thank you all for reading!