Ch.3
Light played against my optics, as I opened them to my new surroundings. Memories swishing past my mind, as I replayed the events that had occurred in my home, my prison. One thought stuck though. I'm a freakin robot, I thought blandly. Past the stage of caring, after what I had been through. I slowly started to sit up, admiring how my limbs, even if they were metal, moved nimbly, though still soar. I was seated on a large reclined metal chair. The room resembled that of a medical facility and a mechanics lair. My stomach dropped at the thought, remembering my previous experience, after I had woken from a coma. That was the start of this horrid nightmare. I shook my head to rid the thoughts from going any further, as a distraction I continued looking about the room. Shelves were neatly stacked with various items and a desk lay across from my chair. A large computer screen sitting by a crate of what looked to be wrenches sat atop the desk and a lone table with various disorganized car parts and tools sat in the middle of the room.
Slowly, I placed my feet steadily on the ground and stood. Finding a door across the room, I walked forward. Only to trip forward and catch myself just in time, nearly toppling the table over. Great, I thought. Looking down at my arms I saw that they were both even. I sighed happily at the thought of having them both even and not so awkward. Slowly, I moved to open the door sitting at the end of the room. With a sudden swoosh of air, the door opened, making its way towards my face. The result…well, I soon found myself falling backwards, crushing the table I had avoided to knock over. Tools clattered everywhere as I groaned, rubbing my now soar rump. A loan wrench slid across the floor, stopping at the foot of its surprised owner. I looked up to find rachets glare directed at me, as he stooped forward and picked me up like a child. Settling me down in the seat I had woken up in.
"You shouldn't be hopping around," He said grouchily.
After picking a few items up, he turned towards me and looked me over with that unnerving bright blue gaze. I steadily stared back a daring gaze most likely on my face, as I studied him in return. Rachet stood to at least twenty- four feet tall, his yellow-green paint clean in the dim light of the room. Looking closely I noticed red stripes on his form here and there, giving off a decorative appeal. He stood back straight, with a prepared air about him, ready for just about anything. That's when a slight tingling sensation when through my form.
"Your systems are stable it seems," Rachet said finally meeting my eyes. "You got beaten up quite badly. I fixed your arm, but you're going to need more repairs and medical attention in the long run on your chest and leg plates, there stable for now." He stopped, waiting for a reply. Seeing how he wasn't going to get an answer, he continued on around the room busying himself. It was silent for a few minutes, until I finally decided to be polite "Thank you." I said softly, voice rasping, due to the fact that I hadn't talked in quite a while. It surprised me that my memory didn't fail me and my voice sounded as it had before I had ended up in that hell hole. The only difference being it had a more mechanical ring to it, one more alien then human.
Rachet turned a grin apparent on his face. "She speaks." He said playfully, loosening the atmosphere of the room. That had me smiling back.
"Excuse my rude manners. My designation is rachet, I'm the autobots Chief medical officer." He said, shuffling about.
I was about to reply in return,
When here was a loud crash outside the door, interrupting the comfortable atmosphere of the room. Voices arguing in an incomprehensible language, Rachet turned annoyance flashing across his face plates, as he stomped past the med table, grabbing a wrench.
"What in primus are those idiots doing." He mumbled, flinging the door open. Two short, and nearly identical autobots, other than color and some small features, lay on the ground arguing a large bundle of orange and green metal. Standing behind them, stood a young yellow autobot, with black stripes, panicking. "Sorry, sorry!" he cried. Quickly the two twins got up off the ground, as rachet stood in the doorway, shoulders stiff. With aim that would have surprised even the best sniper, he chucked the wrench hard. With a clang it dented both twins simultaneously in the head, to eventually clatter onto the ground.
"What do you think you're doing outside my med-bay?" Rachet asked evilly.
The two twins leaned around rachet, peering in the door to get a good look at me, obviously not getting the warning."We wann'td ta see da femme." One spoke up.
Femme? Oh, they probably mean female. Well that's rude, I have a name ya know, I thought. Slowly, not trusting my own two feet, I made my way towards the group. Stepping over a wrench on the ground, as I avoided another easy trip, at least that's what I had thought. Because next thing I know, I face planted straight into the ground. Moaning from my position on the ground, I prayed silently that I wouldn't be cursed with klutziness in this new form, because it was really starting to tick me off. Rachet turned to me a deep frown on his face. "What are you doing?" he dragged out. "I told you to stay on the berth." He muttered something inaudible about young mechs, as he left his post by the door to come help me. He lifted me up by the arms, to settle me on my feet. "Hmmm?" he asked, still waiting for an answer.
I looked up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry?" I answered. He sighed heavily, turning towards the door, the trio still standing together in the doorway, peering in. "Out!" He yelled. Instantly the group scooted out the door nervously and left. Finally the room seemed to be back to its quite self, only to have a very, very tall blue and red autobot walk in the door, purpose in every stride. With one glance at rachet he turned around, leaving with a small greeting of "Rachet". In return rachet replied calmly. "Optimus" as the big guy left.
Just seeing the scenes that had played out before me had a giggle rising out of my mouth, without me meaning to. Rachet stopped and turned his head towards me. "You think this is entertaining?" he queried. I grinned in response, not meaning to say as much as I did then. "Yep! First time I've laughed, if I remember correctly."
He smiled "Sit back down on that berth." He said sternly.
"Yes sir." I replied dramatically.
Rachet sat down at his desk piling items onto it. It was silent for a while until finally he broke the silence. "So, May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
I blinked. name? Confused at what he was asking when realization dawned on me, oh yeah, I thought. "I call myself Timehop, timely for short" I paused, but then continued as dark tone full of disgust ,took over my voice " Though I'm registered as TES5201 to the researchers"
Rachet frowned, something that I noticed to be common with the big yellow bot. "Yes, we found that, as a registration in the systems were we found you, but nothing else could be found. All of it was destroyed, right when our presence was detected in the facility you were in" He sighed, "We saved as many humans as we could. What really surprised the frag out of us was the fact that we found a cybertronian, let alone a femme. You." His digits rubbed his helm in tired frustration.
"Thanks" I said softly.
"No need." Rachet replied "What I believe the researchers were doing was, trying to duplicate cybertronian technology"
That's when everything clicked for me and fell into place. That's what they were trying to accomplish, I thought as I tried to wrap my head around it.
"They did" It was out before I could stop it. Surprising both myself and rachet alike.
His gaze was steady and filled with concern, as he looked at me "Then why didn't we find anything? We cleared the whole base "Disbelief evident in his voice.
With a deep breath, I answered. "Because I'm it"