A story not often told
Chapter 13: A new chapter
Perceptor looked out. Cybertron seemed much brighter. He looked back. Ratchet was off to the side. Wheeljack was preparing for a mission with another Autobot. Autobot. Perceptor smiled at that name. He had the title officially now. So did those around him. He turned forward.
Wheeljack was coming out with a familiar face. Bumblebee had also made the team. That pleased Perceptor. Wheeljack and Bumblebee were supposed to go to an old building that still had some energy conductors. While Wheeljack left to get more coordinates, Bumblebee stopped to wave. Perceptor waved back.
"So, Ceptor, you happy with this?" Ratchet asked coming up from behind.
"I never imaged this, especially during a civil war," chuckled Perceptor.
"I have to go to the med bay," Ratchet sighed.
"How does it feel to finally be a medic?" asked Perceptor.
"Medic is fine, war medic is worrisome," Ratchet admitted.
Perceptor chuckled quietly but didn't hear Ratchet leave. Ratchet patted his friend's shoulder and Perceptor shook his head. Ratchet was going to ask a similar question to the one he asked.
"How does it feel to be that scientist you always wanted to be?" Ratchet whispered.
"Great. I never imaged this. I heard the construction of the Ark is finished…" Perceptor added.
"Yeah. Prime thinks that we need to search elsewhere for energon sources. He hopes an uninhabited planet," Ratchet explained.
"The Decepticons will follow," whispered Perceptor.
"What else do you expect?" Ratchet chuckled, finally leaving.
Perceptor took one last look at the horizon of the planet he'd come to know, love, and fear.
A/N
That's the end for this chapter of his life. A sequel should be made real soon. The sequel should involve Dark Reaper, more of his past and maybe a little more about his family that was whole at one time or another.