Prisoners of the Mind: What Happens?
Chapter 6: Ratchet Joins
"Okay now I know how you recruited Orion Pax. Tell me how you recruited Ratchet; this ought to be very interesting," Ultra Magnus glared at Sentinel who shrank down in his seat.
"It is definitely interesting," Sentinel agreed.
"So get started," Ultra Magnus growled. "We have all the time in the world."
"It was right about the same time that Elita One was killed," Sentinel began.
Four Years Earlier
"So let me get this straight," Ratchet crossed his arms and glared at Sentinel. "In exchange for me agreeing to let you bots experiment on me you'll let Ironhide join the Elite Guard?"
Sentinel nodded. Ironhide was a young bot that Ratchet had taken in and raised. And his greatest ambition was to join the Elite Guard.
"And how do I know that you'll keep your word?" Ratchet leaned forward.
Sentinel thought quickly. They needed an old bot to experiment on and Ratchet was their best bet. Opening his mouth he said, "If you agree right here and now I promise that I will call Ultra Magnus in front of you and recommend Ironhide."
Ratchet thought for a minute then grunted, "That sounds fine. But make it quick; I want to tell Ironhide goodbye before I turn myself over to you."
"That's fine," Sentinel sighed in relief.
"Ironhide?" Ultra Magnus raised an optic ridge. When Sentinel nodded he said, "And just how did you explain Ratchet's disappearance to him?"
Sentinel shrugged. "I just told him that Ratchet had been killed on the way to repair some space bridge repair bots on the other side of Cybertron."
Ultra Magnus groaned and put his cranial unit in his servos. "I don't believe this," he said. "I don't believe this."
Meanwhile, at the Cybertron Research Facility, Bumblebee was in his office, looking at several files. Spread out on his desk were Optimus's, Ratchet's, Prowl's, and Bulkhead's files. Currently he was reading Ratchet's file, taking note of how he had been persuaded to join. "Ironhide," he muttered. "He's the third-in-command of the Elite Guard. Guess Sentinel did keep his word after all." He hesitated, his servo hovering over the computer keyboard. Should he do it? Should he contact Ironhide and tell him that his guardian wasn't really dead? Should he explain to the Autobot that his boss was responsible for keeping several murderers online merely to experiment on? Making his decision, he shook his head and grabbed Prowl's file instead.
A/N: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short! And yes I know that I don't usually update my stories this early but since I have a job now I'm going to mostly be working afternoons. And I promise that I will update my other stories by Tuesday. I promise. Please review and let me know what you think!