I don't own Transformers!
Mari's 14 in this one. It's the day after she moves in with the Autobots. Bluestreak's in the middle of a tour of their new base, and her passion comes to light.
Meeting the Medic
Bluestreak and I continue on the tour of the base. "Here's the medical bay. Try not to bother Ratchet. He can be kinda grumpy."
"So who's that?" I point to a white and red mech with a red cross.
"That's First Aid. He's one of the Protectobots. You'll see his brothers around. They're a rescue team, and a gestalt."
Ratchet turns at his voice. "Wha—" He notices me, and that I'm in my Cybertronian form. "Sheyenne. I hope you're settling in well."
"Yeah, I guess…"
"I'll need you to come by after your tour so I can get your stats recorded."
"Can do." I look over to First Aid again before we leave. I want Ratch to train me, but I'm so small, and I know I'd only be in the way, so I don't even bring it up.
"You're room's right here. The Aerialbots are next door, and I'm right past them."
"Thanks, Blue." I sigh softly. "Think you could show me where the med-bay is again? I'm still kinda lost."
"We'll help you until you get used to the place."
"Thanks."
I watch eagerly as Ratchet examines me, wanting to learn as much as I can before I have to leave. "I can clear you for training if you'd like, but I can't let you go into the field until you're a little older."
"Huh?"
"Weren't you listening?"
"Um…" I smile sheepishly. I'd been too busy watching him work.
"I'll clear you for training, but you're not going into the field until you're older."
"Gotcha." I slide off the berth. "Which way do I go to get to the rec room?"
"Sheyenne, you still have to live as a human, as long as we're on this planet."
"And I will—off-base. Here, it's so big that it's just better to be in this form."
"Then keep track of your energon levels. I'm not coming to your rescue if you fall into stasis lock." I start for the door. "I'm glad you decided to stay here. We haven't had a youngling not connected to our war since Praxus was destroyed."
I shrug. He's nothing like Bluestreak said. "Better than feeling like an outcast with the Witwicky's."
He laughs softly. "Go on now. Don't let me keep you."
I step out and almost step on Lennox. "Sorry, Sir. I didn't see you."
"It's all right. You're still getting used to everything." He smiles. "How did things go with Ratchet?"
I shift down to human form so I can walk beside him. "Fine. He's not as bad as they all say."
"And he won't be, as long as you don't cross him." He sighs. "I had to register you for school."
"Great…"
"There's a private military academy near here. Some of our best recruits came from there. We're sending you there. Optimus mentioned training you as a soldier, and you should know that my Rangers will have a place for you when you graduate."
"Thank you, Sir."
Rec Room Entrance
Bluestreak steps over to me with a smile. "So, how was it?"
Sideswipe rushes over. "As horrible as we said?"
Sunstreaker steps closer, studying my plating. "He didn't hit you."
I glare at the twins. "Actually, he's really nice, when you treat him right." I smile. "He didn't even go off at me when I missed what he said." I shrug when they give me a look. "I was too busy watching him."
Bluestreak pushes himself in front of them with a glare before turning to me, his expression softening drastically. "You want to train as a medic?"
I nod before looking down. "But he's got Aid to teach. How could I train with him? I'm too new. I'd just get in the way…"
"Now, don't cut yourself down, Shey. You'll get there someday. Ratch likes you. You've got determination." He leads me to a table and hands me a cube. "Here. I'm sure your levels are low."
"Thanks." I sip from the cube before sighing. "It's gonna take a while for me to get used to this."
"And we're willing to give you that chance."
"Captain Lennox wants me to start school soon, at the Military Academy."
"We'll be here for you."
"I'm sure I can handle it, Blue, but thanks." I smirk. "Besides, someone's got to get me to school, and Optimus chose you as my guardian." I smile. "I think I'll be fine."
"Hey."
I look up to see the smaller medic from the medical bay. "Hi… Um, d-did Ratchet need me for something?"
He shakes his head. "I heard you liked medicine."
I scoff. "Hard to miss that when I'm too busy watching the mech to listen." I sigh. "So, what, then? I'm too delicate to train…"
"I could start—teach you what I know." He sighs. "Just the basics. My brothers could help." He smiles. "We're right across the hall from you."
I smile weakly. "Thanks, but Captain Lennox has me starting school on Monday."
"We can start tomorrow."
"Thanks." I look up to see the room is now full. "Oh, my Go—" I look around. "I never knew there were so many of you…"
"We used to have hundreds, if not thousands, Sheyenne."
"S-sorry, Sir."
"You may call me Optimus, youngling." He turns to his team. "I would like to introduce you all to our newest resident and youngling." He lays a hand on my shoulder. "This is Sheyenne. She is the equivalent of fourteen vorns, according to Ratchet. She will be joining us in the field once she is older, but for now, she will spend her time training."
"Captain Lennox got me into the Military Academy, too. I start on Monday."
"How will she—"
"She is Techno-Organic, Crosshairs. Trust me, she is more than capable."
"My brothers and I are going to start teaching her the basics in medicine and rescue work."
"Why—"
I look up to Optimus. "He overheard me talking with Blue about wanting to learn from Ratchet, but I know I'm too delicate and untrained for the medical bay, and… I'm not sure I'll ever be good enough."
Optimus nods. "Ironhide will care for your weapons training, and Crosshairs will teach you about our tech. I will have Prowl teach you his culture, since you are Praxian." He looks over to First Aid. "You will handle her science training, since you have offered to teach her medicine. That way we may keep her out of Wheeljack's lab." He turns to three femmes. "Arcee, Chromia, Elita-One. I want you three to teach her combat training. She will need a femme to train her." He turns to Red Alert. "Since I know the two of you have befriended each other, I want you to teach her our language."
"That seems like a lot, and she's still got school…"
"I know, Bluestreak, but she needs to learn our ways as well."
First Aid sighs. "I'll start tomorrow. The rest of her lessons can wait until she's started school."
