A/N Along with a great author here on fanfiction, Crystal Prime, I have declared war on Satan. And I'll be posting verses every day to go with that battle. A thanks goes out to Crystal Prime, for being such a great source of wonderful writing and wonderful stories. Thanks be to ya! Anywho. A/N

I awoke startled, then I remembered where I was. I sat up from the berth the Prime generously provided for my stay at the base. I entered my code for the door, then exited my quarters into the hallway. I wandered down the hall until I reached the main room of the base.

"I see you're up early," Ratchet said to me as I walked in his general direction.

"Not really, I wake up about this time every cycle. Well, I'm not sure, on my home world I gathered nine breems of sleep a cycle, but I have no idea how long the cycles are here," I stated to the CMO.

"Breems on this planet number twenty-four, unlike the twenty you received on Conia. Are you adapting to this planet well?" He asked me.

"As well as can be expected. I wish to learn the native language, though," I replied to the medic.

"I will give you a data package containing the English language. Conians learn quicker than any other race if I remember correctly,"

"Yes, we do. Thank you for the data," I said as I grabbed the tablet from the table and walked off to my quarters. Once I arrived, I sat and began looking over the information. Ratchet had been kind enough to translate it into Conian. According to the data, there were more than six thousand languages on this planet. I wonder why humans do not wish to understand each other, with all these dialects, I thought to myself. I skimmed over the information, taking notes in my helm of it. Once I was complete, I tried pronouncing some words that had confused me.

I journeyed out into the main room once again, and tried the new language. I spoke to the young boy sitting on the couch.

"Hello there," I said to him.

"Hello. I see you have learned English already," he stated to me.

"Yes, I have. Conians have a great memory and can learn things rather quickly," I replied.

"I see. Well, welcome to Earth. My name's Jack,"

"I am Lotan. Though some call me Lot. It is a pleasure to meet you, Jack," I said to the human. Just then, the female of many words approached me.

She spoke to me, "I'm Miko. Can you transform? What species are you? Are you an alien? Why are you on Earth? What's your name? How did you get here?" She kept on talking as my mind wandered.

"Jack, is she always this… outgoing?"

"Yeah, that's Miko for you. I guess you'll just have to get used to it. Miko, leave the poor guy alone," Jack said to the young girl. She huffed, then went to sit back down.

"But don't think I won't get my answers somewhere," she said as she left the room.

"I do not believe I have had the pleasure to meet you, young human. What is your name?"

"I'm Rafael, but everyone calls me Raf. Welcome to our planet," he said politely. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you on our planet. Don't you have somewhere to stay?" he pondered.

"My homeworld, Conia, was destroyed by an asteroid one orn- er, one year ago, by human terms. I sought refuge here, and Optimus accepted me into your base. The one called Fowler brought me here," I answered the boy's question.

"I see, well, once again, welcome. I see you've learned English pretty well, but if you need any help, I'm free most of the time. School's easy enough for me," Raf said to me.

"School..?" I asked.

"Um, education. Kids have to go to school to be educated up to age, like, seventeen," Jack answered my question. "Speaking of age, how old are you?" Jack asked.

"I am seventeen orn old," I started, "but in your terms, considering that I only had twenty breem in a cycle, and five hundred cycles in an orn, I would be precisely 19.45970695970697 orn old," I stated, matter-of-factually.

"That's… impressive. Are all your kind as well with math as you are?" Jack asked me.

"Well, most of them. Conians have higher brain processing power than most other species, and some of us are better than Cybertronians," I replied to the adolescent.

The one known as Miko spoke up, "So, you could help me with my math homework?" She seemed rather eager about the idea of me doing her work for her.

"Supply me with a problem," I returned.

"Um, here's an easy one, what's the volume of a cylinder with a radius of 5.4, and a height of 17?"

"495.72 units of measurement," I replied quickly.

"Wow, Lot, you're really good at math. Do you have any skill in science?" she asked again.

"I am well versed in the theories of our scientists on Conia, though I am not sure how it would help you, given the planet difference," I answered her question.

"So, like, do you know about the Multiverse theory?" Raf asked me.

"Yes, I do," I replied. "What do you wish to know?"

"Well, nothing in particular, just wondering. Oh! I did have a theory about black holes last year, though. Imagine a vacuum chamber, and if you rupture the chamber, it creates a pressure difference between the outside and the inside. It would probably take quite a force to rupture it though. Now imagine if a star explodes, and the kind of force it would cause. Perhaps enough to rupture a hole in the fabric of spacetime, creating a vacuum between our reality and another," Raf pondered.

"A highly illogical theory, at that. I apologize, for our race has already contemplated the Spiral, or black hole as you call it, and have solved its mysteries. A creative theory, though, Raf," I said, feeling a bit guilty that I had crushed the young boy's theory so quickly. Though I quickly got over it and moved my processor to more interesting thoughts.

Soon enough, Ratchet returned from his quarters, and activated the teleportation device, or Ground Bridge as I learned it was called. Three more Cybertronians walked through, from what appeared to be a long term mission.

"Who's he?" A large green one asked.

"A guest. Are you familiar with the Conians?" Optimus' voice came from behind me. I turned to see him standing there. It was surprising how such a large being could move so quietly.

"Kinda. It's been awhile since I've seen one. They often keep to themselves, don't they?" A smaller blue colored one asked.

"Indeed, though their homeworld, Conia, was destroyed in an act of God. An asteroid strike hit their planet, tearing it asunder. They were evacuated, and Lotan took an escape pod and landed here," Optimus explained to the other bots.

"I'm sorry to hear that," the blue one said. "I'm Arcee, this is Bulkhead," she gestured to the green one, "and Bumblebee," she said, pointing to the yellow one. "I take it you're Lotan?"

"Yes, though you may call me Lot," I responded with a smile.

"Well, Lot, if there's anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable, just ask," she said, then she walked off to her quarters, as did the others, bar Bumblebee, who stopped in Med-Bay for an apparent routine medical assessment. After about three scans, he walked off, probably to his quarters along with the rest of them. As he walked past me, he beeped something I couldn't understand.

"Ratchet, could you give me a data pad containing Bumblebee's language?" I asked.

"It is… difficult for those not of our kind to understand him, though somehow Raf does," he mumbled not turning from his station.

"I see, thank you anyway," I said, then, seeing as the time was late, retired to my quarters.

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Quick little note here, I've been pumping chapters out here at school for a bit while no one's looking… heh. Annnnnyway, feel free to review, if you've made it this far through this, I congratulate you. Hopefully, the chapters shouldn't ever be much shorter than about a thousand words a piece. Maybe more, but like I said, probably never less. See ya next chapter! 4/26/14 Edited grammar and spell errors.

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