I realize I made a mistake—when Cybertronians (in the Prime 'verse) come from the Well of AllSparks, they are assigned to a caste. It doesn't mention if they get to choose, though. So I'm still going the way I have planned this story to be :)

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Vorn: 83 years
Mega-cycle: 1 week

3 – Fully Mobile – 3

Sentinel hadn't looked too pleased by the fact that Alpha Trion has some sort of say in this situation. I sensed some sort of animosity between the two that was confirmed when Sentinel ordered Alpha Trion to return to a place called 'The Hall of Records'. I watched as the dark blue mech walked away. I felt kind of sad, since I was starting to like Alpha Trion. I didn't really want to be left with Sentinel. I felt nervous in this…mech's presence.

When Alpha Trion was gone, I turned to face Sentinel. I didn't speak, I didn't move. I just waited for the mech to speak. I had a strong feeling that he liked to apply the 'don't speak unless spoken to' rule. So no words left my mouth until he spoke to me. He didn't say anything for several seconds.

"Wavelength," he sighed. He looked down into my eyes. "The first thing you must do before you can enter a caste is learn how to transform. Come, we will go to the facility where you shall learn how to transform." I simply nodded before he turned and began walking towards a large building that wasn't built too far from the opening to the Well of AllSparks. It didn't look big, but as I jogged after the red and chrome mech, I wondered how many Cybertronians could be contained inside it.

And then I wondered who Sentinel was in relation to this planet. He seemed to be some kind of leader. What kind of leader was he? A tyrant? A peaceful king?

My thoughts were cut short, even when they didn't have much time to fester, when we reached the building. Sentinel entered first, and I followed him closely. My wings twitched in curiosity when I took in the large room that seemed to be the only room in the building. I studied everything, taking every detail of what was around me. This room was so alien and familiar at the same time, because it reminded me, sort of, of the gyms in the schools I used to go to. This place, even though it had none of the features, brought back memories of the gym in the school I had gone to before I moved to Jasper. The floor was grey, the walls white, and the roof navy blue.

"The training that happens in this building is run by Cybertronians that work in the medical caste. Though a high caste, the individuals that work in it tend to mingle because of the fact that they make sure that everybot is in top heath…"

"You say that as if it is a bad thing," I remarked as we came to a stop in the middle of the room. "Why?"

"In order to keep the peace we have today, the different castes cannot legally mingle—except for the medical caste."

I didn't comment about that. I only nodded as I thought about how the 'castes' sounded like something out of a science-fiction novel. But of course, the planet I stood upon looked like came out of a science-fiction movie or TV show. Everything was so different, so alien. Though, I wasn't necessarily human anymore.

My thoughts were shattered when a stark white mech that was close to my height walked into the room, holding what could only be a Cybertronian-sized iPad. He was typing something on it with his sharp fingers as he walked up to us and turned to face me. He looked at me through a thin pair of rose coloured shades that allowed me to see his eyes before he looked back down at the iPad wannabe and continued to type. After a few more minutes of what I could only assume was assessing, the medic put the iPad away and straightened.

"I am Default," he said in an almost monotone voice that carried a hint of what I would call a British accent if I had been living back on Earth. "And I will be your tutor on the basics of transforming."

I nodded in confirmation as I took in his features. His face was a light grey, and his helmet sported a red chevron in the forehead area. Sticking out of his back were two wing-like things that were nothing like mine. His looked like the doors of a car. I was brought out of this when Default cleared his throat. "Are you ready to begin, Wavelength?" he asked.

I nodded again as I noticed that Sentinel had disappeared and that I was now standing in the middle of room with a mech I didn't know. I glanced down at my black…metal (or was it armor?) before I looked back up at Default. "What's first?" I asked.

He smiled. "Good to see you being so enthusiastic about learning how to transform," he said, his voice changing from the monotone tone it had been when Sentinel was around to a tone that sounded a bit more lively, making him sound not like the half-drone I was beginning to think he was. "The first step: check your HUD." He reached up tapped the side of his head. I did what he said and looked inward at the screen which I had seen when I woke up. "See the icons in the bottom-right corner?" he asked. At my nod, he continued. "Those are your forms. Your robot-form, aka your bipedal-form, and your two vehicle-forms, since you're a triple-changer."

"Choose one of the vehicle-form icons, and you'll naturally transform, though it might be hard to do it the first time. Not everybot is the same."

I focused on the ground mode icon and managed to select it. It was strange to have a mind that acted like a computer. Suddenly, pieces of the armor I was wearing began to shift as I crouched down and collapsed into the form of an alien vehicle. Default clapped enthusiastically at my success. But I thought it wasn't a big deal. It must have just been habit in order to make the trainees feel like they accomplished something.

"Utilizing one's alt-mode or modes enables you to cross distances faster. It is a useful ability for one to have once they enter a caste," Default said. "Which caste do you think they'll assign you to? Do you know what castes there are?"

I liked how friendly Default was. He seemed like a chatty bot when Sentinel wasn't around. "I'm going to have the chance to choose between the Data caste and the Medical caste."

Default's eyes widened behind his transparent visor. "They're letting you choose?" he blinked a few times. "What made Sentinel allow that?"

"Alpha Trion said something about 'The Covenant of Primus' foretelling my coming, so I'm getting some kind of special treatment…"

"Alpha Trion?" At this, he took a deep breath as if to steady himself. "He never accompanies Sentinel to the Well of AllSparks! Ever! It's usually one of the council because of the fact that Sentinel banished Alpha Trion to the Hall of Records in Iacon vorns ago!"

By the way Default was acting; I had the feeling that rules had been stretched when I crawled up onto this planet. It made my spark twitch uncomfortably. "Can…can we just get on with the training, please?" I asked quietly.

By the end of the training, I felt like I had made a friend in Default, and I hoped that I would meet him again someday. I met Sentinel outside the training facility, and was lead towards the transport that would take us to a different place. As we walked, Sentinel told me of the town that was situated around the Well of AllSparks. It was called Praxus. For some reason, I had a feeling that I would be coming back here someday. And that I wouldn't be coming back here for fun.

I tried not to get distracted by the readings I was getting from my wings because of all the sensors that were on them. I tried to focus only on Sentinel as he led me onto a transport. I stood quietly beside him as the door closed and the transport began to move. I wanted to ask where we were going, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

The ride was long, and my eyes began to droop. I tried to fight the feeling of drowsiness so that I wouldn't accidentally lean on Sentinel if I fell asleep. It didn't help that the slight vibrations from the engines was lulling me to sleep. At one point, I almost fell asleep standing up, but I realized this so I pinched some of the wires under my armor and slapped my face a couple of times in order to wake me up. Sentinel chuckled at my efforts as I locked my eyes open and shook my head in order to rid myself of the need for sleep.

Eventually, after what seemed like several hours of standing in the same place, the transport stopped and the door opened. I was still awake by that time, but just barely. I didn't take much in as I was lead into a building were several bots sat at stations where they did their jobs. I followed Sentinel as he took me to an elevator, and was surprised when the doors closed behind me and the elevator began to rise before I had even stopped moving. I guess Sentinel was in a hurry.

At the top, the doors opened and Sentinel hastily ushered me out. I could only squeak as I was steered towards a door, and then left there. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Sentinel had walked back to the elevator and now it was descending. I gaped for a few moments in shock before I looked back at the door. Sentinel had just ditched me. In the Hall of Records. In a city I didn't know. What a doorknob!

With a sigh, I knocked on the door, guessing that it lead to Alpha Trion's office. There was no answer, though, making me wonder if he wasn't inside. I wasn't one to intrude into someone's personal space, so I walked off to the side and sat down. I then lay down on my right side and curled up into a fetal position. So much had happened today. I had crawled up from the Well of AllSparks, met two mechs: Sentinel and Alpha Trion, I learned to transform into both of my vehicular forms in a town called Praxus with the help of a mech named Default, and now I was here. Alone.

Not like I hadn't been alone before. I had been left at home alone so many times back when I was a human, and I had been fine with it, but that was because I had a friend that lived on the same street and my parents were usually on the same continent. But here, I had no friends (except for Default—though he was back in Praxus), and my parents were on a different planet.

With that on the forefront of my mind, I fell asleep.

Sometime later, I woke up and found myself in a sitting position. After blinking a few times, I realized that I was sitting on a chair which turned out to be very comfortable once I had become fully aware. I blinked a few more times before I glanced around, realizing that I was in an office. But who's office? My eyes continued to drift, and soon my question was answered.

My eyes landed on the dark blue mech that had come to see me at the edge of the Well of AllSparks.

"Alpha Trion!" I exclaimed, gripping the armrests of the chair while leaning forward, my eyes wide. I was in his office?!

I felt my hands go slightly numb with shock as I glanced around nervously, unsure about what I was allowed to do. But my fear wasn't necessary, because after a few minutes of tense silence, there was a soft chuckle. It was deep, and it sounded like it was full of wisdom. It caused me to look at the mech sitting behind the desk. "There is nothing for you to be nervous about, young femme," the mech said lightly.

I wringed my hands together, not quite able to calm my nerves. "S-sorry, sir," I stuttered. "So m-much…has happened since I…I…"

"Onlined?"

I nodded. "Onlined…I've been seriously thrown for a loop. Uh…there's so much to take in. Um…I'm not even sure what our certain…body parts…are called…"

Alpha Trion simply smiled at me. "That you will learn eventually," he said.

I was quiet for a few moments. "So…if I am to work here…what am I supposed to do?" I asked quietly.

"You will be assigned your own station, and there you will process any information that comes over the grid. It's not a difficult task."