9

Kiara was watching Ratchet make a computer out of miss-matched pieces of metal. The other Autobots; excluding Optimus, Ironhide, and Strike who were on a mission; were bringing whatever they could for Ratchet to work with. Stalk had dropped her pieces of scrap metal to help him build whatever it was.

Hannah was bothering Stalk, who, for once, was completely serious about what she was doing. "What are you building?" Hannah asked.

"A machine," Stalk said impatiently.

"A machine for what?" Hannah pestered.

"To search for the Allspark, what else?"

"How are you doing it with pieces of scrap metal?"

"We're Cybertronians; not much mechanically is too difficult for us on your Earth."

"How are you doing it?"

"It's complicated."

"Can you tell me?"

"Are you in mechanics?"

"No, I'm not."

"Well then; no."

"Please?"

"No."

Everyone else was oblivious to their squabble. Ratchet got out from under the machine, his paint grease-stained as well as his tools. "There," he said. "That should do it."

Stalk stood up and began to wipe the grease off of her white paint job. "So, should we start it up?"

Ratchet began to answer, but stopped before anything came out of his vocal apparatus. He stood frozen there for a minute, and tilted his head slightly.

"What is it, Ratchet?" Bulkhead asked.

"We've got fallen comrades," he replied, going over to, what Kiara called it, the Spark machine. He flipped a switch, and some parts began to glow. Everyone else was absorbing the information.

"Who are they, Ratchet?" Prowl asked.

"There is Blurr, Grimlock, Skidplate, Sideswipe, and Mirage."

"So," Jazz looked around, "are they off-line?"

"Stasis."

"So we need a piece of the Cube to revive them."

"Exactly." Ratchet hit the Spark machine, "Darn this Earth-bound technology. It's still warming up."

"Is that so bad?" Bruce asked in a small voice.

"No," Ratchet replied, "except for that a Cybertronian computer would already have the data up by now."

Bruce shrugged, "Sorry?"

After a few agonizing minutes, the Spark machine was processing the data. "Any news yet, Ratchet?" Jazz asked.

"Yes, there is a pulse of life from each Cybertronian, naturally, and…and," Ratchet broke off in mid-sentence. He turned, and confusion clouded his lenses. He bent down and looked closely at Kiara. "May I see that?" he asked, pointing to her cube-shaped necklace. Kiara nodded and pulled it over her head feeling the, what she assumed were hieroglyphics, all over its surface. She placed it gently into Ratchets outstretched hand.

Immediately, the writing on its surface began to glow a faint green. With the hands of a surgeon, Ratchet began to examine its surface. "This," he said in a slightly shaky voice, "is a piece of the Allspark." He looked at her, "May I use it to revive our fallen comrades?"

Kiara's mouth had fallen open in shock. She had been holding a piece of the Allspark the entire time? She nodded her head slowly and managed a small smile. Ratchet inclined his head in thanks.

Optimus, Ironhide, and Strike came through the bunker doors dragging five fallen robots behind them. They laid the new bots neatly on the floor. Optimus walked slowly over to Ratchet. "Do you have a way to revive them?" he asked the medic. The medic nodded and pulled out the Spark fragment.

Ratchet grabbed wire and pulled open the insulation on one end. The wires that were now poking out he wrapped tightly around the fragment. He pulled the insulation away on the other end, took two wires and wrapped them together, and did the same with the last two wires. Walla, instant Cybertronian jump starter.

Ratchet walked around to each 'bot and pushed the two wrapped wires into their chests where Kiara guessed their spark chambers were. Each one jerked, and a blue light slowly came to their eyes. A light blue 'bot, as soon as his eyes were lit up, jumped up and began to race around the bunker faster than anything Kiara had ever seen. He was just a blur.

"?" he screeched at the top of his vocal apparatus.

Stalk stood up and faced the panicked robot. "Blurr," she said, trying to reason with the Autobot, "Blurr, its okay. You're all right." When he didn't stop, Stalk shifted her weight to the right and waited a minute; then she thrust her arm out, perpendicular to her body and parallel to the floor. The robot named Blurr hit it dead center on his neck, spun around it in a circle a few times, and collapsed on the floor. Stalk knelt down next to him, "And that is why you shouldn't panic on an alien planet." Blurr smiled and accepted Stalk's outstretched hand.

"Me, Grimlock, ready to kick some Decepticon butt," said a large grey and yellow robot.

"Welcome back old friend," Optimus replied to the robot.

Everyone was seeing their old comrades, and Kiara felt a little left out. Bruce and Hannah were talking to them, but Kiara was shy. Arcee walked over to her. "Who are these 'bots?" Kiara asked.

Arcee smiled and kneeled down next to her. "That is Grimlock," she pointed to the grey and yellow robot. "He used to be Bulkhead's partner."

She turned to the light blue one, "You already know him. That's Blurr, Stalk's favorite partner."

Next was a black and white Autobot, he reminded Kiara of a police car. "That is Skidplate. He was Stalk's partner, then Strike's, then Stalk's, and then Strike's again. Him being their partner is in the family."

Next was a sleek silver Autobot, "That one over there is Sideswipe. Silverbolt was his partner, also Mirage and even Bumblebee for a short time."

Last of all was another sleek Autobot, this one was red. "Over there is Mirage. I was his partner, and so was Cliffjumper."

"Wow," Kiara gazed at the new Autobots surrounding her. As Arcee walked towards Mirage, Kiara smiled and went over to say hi to Skidplate first.