It has been one Stellar cycle since I have brought home from the med-bay. Within the first week, I grew a deep hatred for being trapped in my baby crib. When my creators were not around, I would always pick the lock to crib and escape to the small couch in the corner of my room or go around the house exploring, leaving my creators confused when they came to check on me or found me in the halls or another room. I also found out what I looked like, which I did cry when seeing the mirror I blame the childish part of me for that.
My primary color is black which I get from my sire, secondary color is violet which I get from my carrier and tertiary color is a dark blueish color; I had black antennas with a violet stripe going down them. I had two door wings on my back, I found out I had two sets of armor covering my protoform because the first set of armor didn't cover everything. My knees had knee blades, which I could control whether they were sharp or not, which was hard to do for a while.
I had found out Transformers could purr, I CAN FRAGGING PURR! I was learning how to talk little by little in cybertronian. I think the best part is that my sire is a dragon transformer, making me half dragon, que my squealing. Overall I've been having a blast of a time. At the moment my creators were taking me to the med-bay for a checkup because I kept feeling jolts of pain throughout my frame.
"I hope the medic will be able to help poor NightStorm." Thunderbreaker said while holding me as we walked into the clinic.
"He's the best medic in Cybertron, love you need to stop worrying." Swifitlight said, sending both my sire and I reassurance through the bond. Within a few Breems one of the nurses came out and led my creators into a room. I started to whine out in pain as my frame started hurting again, Thunderbreaker rubbed my back and I could feel both my creator sending me love through the bond. I heard somebot enter the room but could careless who it was.
"It's nice to see you again Swifitlight, what seems to be the problem this time?"
"My sparkling, NightStorm, keeps feeling pain throughout her frame. Ratchet, we don't know what's wrong with her." Wait, wait hold on, RATCHET! I snapped my helmet to look at the medic, HOLY SCRAP IT'S RATCHET! Before I knew it, I felt my frame shaking and a squeal erupted out of my voice box.
"HATCHET, HATCHET!" I yelled and waved my tiny servos towards Ratchet. All three bots stared at me in surprise. The child part of me smacked my sire's arm then waved my servo's at Ratchet.
"I think she wants you to hold her." Thunderbreaker chuckled and handed me over to the medic. Ratchet took hold of my tiny frame and I could feel the fangirl bubbling up in my tank. My squeal was cut short into a whine as the pain returned back into my frame.
"It seems she's growling out of her first frame." Ratchet said. "It's very common for sparklings her age. I can only give NightStorm pain relievers."
"It would be much appreciated, Ratchet." In the middle of my creators talking with Ratchet, it hit me. Opiluck means father and Danniluk means mother in cybertronian, HOW THE HELL DO I JUST REMEMBER THIS! FANFICTION YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL!
"Bye-bye, Hatchet." I said while we were leaving the clinic.
"Sweetspark, I hope you know Ratchet hates being called." My eyes flashed mischievously, ohhhh wait till Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are born. It didn't take us long to get back home, Swifitlight gave me the pain relievers before she and Thunderbreaker laid me down to recharge.
"Good recharge to you NightStorm."
"Nighy-Nighty Dani, Opi." I could feel pure happiness come from both sides of the bond. I couldn't wait till my frame stopped growing.