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Star Warrior

We finally walk through the doors to the training room. Heatwave turns to me with a glare. "Where the slag were you?"

I scoff before glaring back. "Talking to Chase. I never had much of a chance to, between Charlie and Cody, and I missed being able to hang with Prowl like I did in Diego Garcia." I look down. "The one friend I had that died from lost bonds, that I couldn't save."

Blades turns to me. "That's why you—"

I nod. "That's why I seemingly abandoned you here when you needed me." I look down as a single tear rolls down my cheek, then fall to my knees as the emotion gets to be too much for me to handle. "I had to watch the second to last Praxian fade away. I couldn't watch you too."

Prowl kneels to me and lays a hand on my shoulder. "I am sorry you had to watch me fade. You were… quite the companion. Not many Cybertronians or humans cared as much as you did."

I look up to him. "Even if I did crash you as much as I did?"

Prowl sighs before smiling slightly. "Even then. I learned that human younglings are quite illogical as a rule."

I nod. "Tell me something I don't know." I look up to Chase. "Remember the Nanite Fiasco Cody started?"

Blades turns to us. "Boulder lost control of himself because of those things."

"I remember. That was frightening—and I had to face Devastator in Egypt!"

Blades rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"That's not what I—" I sigh. "Don't be, Big Guy. I'm fine. The Rangers took him out with a rail gun. He's gone for good now." (I meant, I could face down a Decepticon gestalt with no problem, and nanites scared me.)

Blades smirks. "So we can focus on kaiju."

I shake my head comically. As much as this side of him used to bother me back in Diego Garcia, I love seeing him like that now. It was rare on Griffin Rock. "Whoa, Hotshot." I sigh, shaking my head. "You still have your duties as an EMT and Dani's partner." I cross my arms. "Besides, weren't you going to try for a sparkling now that your spark's healing?"

"Is that even safe right now?"

I turn to see Boulder and the Burns family. "Guess you managed to drag him away from his homework." I sigh. "It depends, Dani. Kaiju Blue doesn't hurt them—we found that out for sure today—and with the Cybertronium, we can make thicker armor so he won't be in any danger if he does carry." I sigh. "I plan to as soon as we're sure Graham is out of the woods." I look around the room. The jaeger teens are sparing with staffs on one side of the room, and half the pilots are watching them while the other half are watching Mudflap and Skids fight. The only bot missing now is Que.

"Ratch?" He turns to me. "Where's your brother?"

"Checking on Star Warrior. He said there may be a way to get her out there with the other teens. I remember hearing you and Mako say you wished she could be with them."

BOOM!

"Not if she's gonna get blown up!" I turn to leave, then change my mind and grab Mako and my medical kit. "Get to the med bay. I'll get Uncle 'Jack there if he's able to walk." I then turn and run to the bays.

Mako looks up to me. "What are you doing to me?"

"Mako, Que—Wheeljack—is working on Star Warrior, and I heard an explosion in the bays!"

"He was known for his inventions blowing up."

I nod. "Worst case, we need to rebuild her, or she winds up as a baby. Best case, that explosion was proof that whatever happened was supposed to happen."


BAYS

I set Mako on the ground and run to Que, who's laying on his back with his hands cupped together. "Uncle 'Jack!?"

"I'm fine." He smiles at me. "It's been a long time since you've called me that."

I roll my eyes. "It's been a long time since you were on-line, too." I turn to my jaeger—or where she's supposed to be. "'Jack, where's Star?"

Mako glares at him. "She better not have blown up."

"Nope, but my invention did." Que sighs before moving his hands, revealing an eight year old girl with curly black hair and amber eyes staring up at us. She's got a light blue shimmery dress on, with pink leggings and a pink sweater, and white boots on her tiny feet.

I shrug as Mako stares at her with her mouth hung open comically. I personally know things could have been much worse. "Well, at least she's not a baby." I shift down to my human form and climb over Que to her. "Hey, Sweetspark." I take her hand and help her out of Que's. "Ratch's in the medical bay. If you think you can walk, I'll take you there." I shift back to my Cybertronian form before leading Que to the medical bay with Mako on my shoulder, holding on to me with one hand, and Star with the other.


MED BAY

"Ratch?"

"Just get him settled on the berth. The others are waiting for you in the training room." He looks up to us. "By the All Spark. Is that—"

I set her and Mako on the berth beside Que. "Star? Yes. His invention blew after he used it, for once." I sigh softly. "I'm taking Mako back to the training room. I need to get Star a bed set up in our suite, but I think Herc or Raleigh would be the best idea for that job."


TRAINING ROOM

I stop at the door. "IF YOU'RE USING WEAPONS, WE'RE STAYING OUT HERE!"

Prowl leans out the door. "I already threatened to lock Blades up."

I roll my eyes. "Oh, dear."

Dani sighs from Prowl's shoulder. "He's just having fun, Shey. He's not had a chance to unwind for years."

I sigh. "As long as the brawls stay in the training room, and no weapons are used around the jaeger teens—or kid."

"What?" Everyone in the room turns to the doorway. I shift down to my human form. "This is Star." I smile as I lead her in. "Que's invention blew after it did what it was supposed to do. She's a little younger than we expected, but at least she's not a baby."

"And Que is…"

"In medical. He took the brunt of the explosion—shielding her from it in his hands."

Herc steps over. "You're sure she'll be able to transform back into a jaeger?"

"Sweetspark?" She does, whimpering slightly. I smile. "And it seems she's better with the pain they have than any of the teens." She shifts back before looking up to me. "Good job, Sweetspark."

"Sweetspark?"

I nod. "Sweetheart, to the Cybertronians. Ratch calls me that when I get upset about something."

Gipsy runs over. "Hey, Star. I'm Gipsy."

"Mako use' to be you'r pilo'."

Gipsy nods. "She's engaged to Raleigh now."

"Cool!"

Blades turns to us before retracting his weapons. "Starlight? She—"

I smile. "Yes, she's my jaeger. Yes, she's a little kid. Yes, she'll stay with Graham and I. No, you can't take her for a ride. Yes, you and Dani can watch her if I'm needed in medical. No, she can't stay with you tonight."

"Aww."

Dani laughs. "How did you—"

"Telepathy, and just…knowing Blades." I shrug. "I've known him for fourteen years, Dani."

"You—what?"

I nod. "I've been with the bots for fourteen years—ten years with Optimus' team, four with yours. I trained with Ratch for nine years, meaning—"

"That he's been alone for thirteen years." Dani looks up to him. "Oh, Blades…"

Blades kneels to Dani. "Don't. I'm fine now."

"Ratchet expected him to die after five years. That's the longest anyone's survived without some bond—Prowl, FYI, and Sides—but his newer bond with Heatwave kept him on-line for eight more years."

Kade looks over to me. "So what you're saying—"

I nod. "If I hadn't revived the Protectobots, Dani would have lost Blades yesterday, and you would have lost 'Wave within five years." I look up to Heatwave sadly. "And, since he's the one that pieced me back together after Ratch…"

Dani looks over to me. "They would have lost you."

I nod. "But I proved my mettle—so did Blades, Dani. It takes an iron will to survive spark break at all, let alone for thirteen years."

"Damn." I turn to Chuck and slap him upside the head. "What was that for?"

I glare at him, my hands protectively on Star's shoulders. "No swearing around Star. For Primus' sake, she's a little girl."

Herc crosses his arms. "She's got a point, Chuck. We'll all have to watch what we say around her." He glares to his "other son" Striker. "That goes for you too, Eureka."

"Don't call me that!"

I roll my eyes. "So only Gips can?"

"NO!"

Kade smirks. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

"What good is knowing things like that without being able to mess with people?"

"Have you been talking with Sideswipe again?"

I have the clarity of thought to act sheepish, and look at my feet. "Guilty as charged." I sigh. "Sorry, Prowl."

He scoffs. "Between you and Jazz, I am used to it. Just try to refrain from assisting in his pranks. I assume you have learned your lesson by now."

I nod before reciting the rule he gave me right after we lost Jazz. "Don't prank with Sides or you'll spend the day in the brig with him." I shrug when I get a glare from Chase. "Hey. I had to do something, being stuck on the base when my fellow music lover went off-line. So I hung out with Sides, got in trouble, and decided it was a bad idea—not worth it. That's when I started sticking with Prowl." I shrug. "After all, someone had to keep him from becoming a work-a-holic again. Jazz made him take breaks. I did too."

Star looks up to me. "Will you be my Mommy?"

I smile gently. "Gips' is Raleigh and Yancy's "sister", Striker is Chuck's "brother", Cherno is the Kaidonovsky's "son", same for Coyote with Stacker—making him Mako's brother—Crim's the Wei Tang's little brother…" I sigh. "Yeah, but Mako's just my best friend."

"I know. You like Graham." She looks up to Mako. "Mako can be my Auntie."

I blush and turn away from the man in question. I start when he lays a hand on my shoulder. "I know."

"We'd have to be blind to not see how jealous you got when he was trying to get Amy to notice him."

"Thanks, Cody." I say drily. I sigh before turning to Herc. "We'll need a bed for her before nightfall."

"We'll handle it." He turns to the Autobots. "How have you all settled in?"

"We are quite at home, Hercules."

"Herc is fine…"

"I am Prowl."

He nods. "Prowl."

I sigh. "He's the SIC." I turn to glance at Optimus before turning back to him. "Like you were for Stacker before he was atomized in Striker."

"What?"

I turn to see Prowl's optics white-blue—the best way to tell that he's about to crash. "They came back to life—the jaegers and their pilots." I shift into my Cybertronian form and lay my hands on his shoulders, trying to anchor him in the present. "We can't find any logic to it, so please don't crash on me!" I groan as he does, and I quickly move my hands to under his arms so that I'm now the only thing keeping him upright. "Damn it, Prowl! Chase, get over here and help me before I drop him! Aid, run get Dad!" Mako senses my panic and kneels to Star, knowing she can sense it too.

First Aid runs out as Chase runs over, and together we lower him to the ground, on his side so he's not lying flat on his doorwings. "Dad?"

I give Chase a look before running over what I had just said. "Oh… Yeah. I'd only do that when I'd panic back in Diego Garcia. Ratchet's the closest thing I have to a father now."

"Star, back up."

I step back, pulling Chase with me. "Let him work. He's the best there is. I still hate working with the processor. I'm so afraid I'd screw it up somehow." I sigh softly. "Thank Primus you didn't crash until today, because we would have been sla—sunk."

"Almost slipped yourself, didn't you?"

I glare at Chuck. "Shut it." I sigh. "It was a Cybertronian one, all right? Ratchet uses them all the time—and I do too. I just don't want Star to." I turn to Chase when I remember something. "And don't get onto me about calling Ratch "Dad", Mr. Panics-On-Top-Of-Griffin-Crest."

"He did what?"

I turn to Streetwise and Groove with a smirk. "The MHQ—er, Mobile Head-Quarters—that they brought back when they got sucked into the past, got teleported to the top of a mountain shaped like a griffin—which reminds me, I need to lecture the Rescue Bots and Burns about Predacons—with Chase, Heatwave, and Boulder hanging onto it and Cody inside. Chase, of all bots, commed the Chief in a full-blown panic attack. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and the story I got from Cody after it was all over…" I shake my head.

"What's a Predacon?"

I turn to Graham. "It's a Cybertronian beast—dragons and other supposedly mythical beings." I smirk. "Such as your griffin of myth, Cody."

"Griffins are real!?"

"Blades, Blades, Blades…" I shake my head, trying not to laugh. "Predacons are real. One of them may have looked like a griffin. They were the creatures from human myths and legends—such as dragons." I shrug. "Heck, for all I know, there could have been one like a kaiju." I shrug again. "It's certainly possible. There's four Dinobots out in the woods outside Hong Kong that prove my point—to a point. Dinobots and Predacons are totally different."

"What about Dinobots?"

I turn to Prowl. "Thank Primus." I rub the back of my neck sheepishly. "Guess I should have warned you that there is no logic here in the Shatterdome."

"I will be fine once I establish a routine."

I nod. "Trust me, I know." I sigh. "I can help there. Every Monday night we have a meeting to discuss what's happened over the week. Other than that, you can use the meeting room as an office. We don't have room for one otherwise."