Chapter 1: Escape, Reunion, Introduction
Day number four thousand, seven hundred, forty-five of isolation. For twelve whole years I've been waiting, waiting for the day that I would escape from this agonizing torture. Today was that day. A call had just come in from Earth saying that Megatron had been awakened. The holding chambers were abuzz with the news. Through all of the chaos, I managed to sneak out through the rafters where I had progressively created a miniature transportation module from regenerated parts of my machinery and scrap metal taken from my holding cell. Within minutes of the transmission being broadcasted throughout Cybertron, I was speeding out of its atmosphere and hurdling through space.
Almost two years later, I found myself entering Earth's atmosphere. My makeshift spacecraft had been torn to pieces during the journey and it wasn't long before I had crash-landed somewhere in the Indian Ocean. After an hour of roaming, I found myself on a beach, transformers already waiting for me. I stood up and took a defensive pose, locking my cannons on the largest mech. "Are you Autobots or Decepticons?" I demanded, my cannons charged and ready to fire. "Autobots," the mech that I was targeting said, as he put his hands up in a gesture of submission, "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." "Then perhaps you could assist me," I said, powering down my cannons and putting them away. "My name is Regenerate, I have escaped from a Decepticon headquarters on Cybertron in search of my father. His name is Ratchet," I concluded. Prime gestured to an older looking medical bot. "Ratchet?" he called to him.
The mech in question stepped forward, a look of disbelief displayed clearly across his faceplates. "It can't be," he whispered, clearly not trusting his optics, "Regenerate, is that really you?" I walked towards him and enveloped him in a hug. "Father," I whispered, "I have missed you greatly." He hugged me back, "as have I Reggie, as have I."
We journeyed back to their base to have further introductions and allow me to meet the humans that they were working with. Once we got to the base, Optimus led us inside to the main room where a few Autobots were already seated. "Autobots," Ratchet addressed the group as we all sat down as well, "I'd like to introduce you to my daughter Regenerate." I nodded my head to the group, "it is a pleasure to finally be able to meet all of you." "Regenerate," Ratchet continued, "here are a few of the Autobots in the NEST program, our leader, Optimus Prime," the tall purple mech, "Ironhide, our weapons specialist," a large silver mech who was currently showing off his cannons, "Dino, our combat extraordinaire," a medium-sized cherry red mech, "Chromia, Ironhide's sparkmate," a small bluish-purple femme, "and BumbleBee, one of our finest spies." My father gestured to a golden-yellow mech; he was about my height, a few feet taller, with the brightest blue optic I had ever seen. "Hello," I said, never breaking eye contact. He responded with a sound byte from a human music group called the Beatles, "hello, hello." I looked at him curiously and raised an optic ridge. "BumbleBee's vocal transmitters were damaged upon entering Earth's atmosphere two years ago," my father clarified.
I gave BumbleBee a look of sympathy until an idea ran through my data bank. "I can fix them for you." "Impossible," my father protested, "he needs a completely new set." "I am aware," I retorted, "Father, I am able to donate my vocal processor to him because of my gift. Don't tell me that you've already forgotten after all these years." "Your gift?" Optimus interjected, "what do you mean by that?" I looked at Optimus, "my 'gift,' as my mother used to call it, is also what I am named for. I can regenerate missing or damaged parts of my machinery. Along with this, I can also donate parts to other bots because my parts can adapt to whatever bot they are placed in." "That's amazing," Optimus said, "truly amazing." "Well," my father cut in, "what are we waiting for? Regenerate, BumbleBee, follow me to the medical bay to prepare for the transplant. BumbleBee made an ecstatic chirping sound as he rushed over and tackled me in a hug. "You are welcome," I laughed as he helped me back up and we followed my father into the medical bay.
An hour later, we emerged from the medical bay. "Now, neither of you are aloud to talk for the next twenty four hours," my father ordered, "is that clear?" We both nodded our heads in affirmation. "Regenerate, come with me," Ratchet said, "I'll show you to your temporary recharging dock." I nodded again and waved goodbye to BumbleBee. He responded with another sound byte, "na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye." I smiled and followed my father out of the wing.
When we walked into the docking wing, we were greeted by a small group of humans. "Ratchet," one of them spoke up, "who I this?" "This, Major Lenox," Ratchet responded, placing a hand on my shoulder, "is my daughter, Regenerate. She arrived from Cybertron earlier this morning and has just undergone a vocal processor transplant since she is able to regenerate her machinery." "Wait, so Bee's gonna be able to talk now?" another human asked. "Yes, Sam," Ratchet confirmed, "in twenty four hours he will be able to use his vocal processors with out a problem." "Thank you, um… Regenerate, was it? For helping my guardian," the human called 'Sam' replied. I gave a small bow before I saw Ratchet continue down the hall, so I gave the group a quick nod before following after him. "This will be your docking station for the time being," Ratchet opened a Transformer-sized door to reveal a metallic room equipped with an energon reserve, a berth, and an observation deck with a black curtain that could be drawn for privacy. I enveloped Ratchet in a hug and spoke to him using a sound byte, "thank you for the music, the song I'm singing, thanks for all the joy you're bringing." "You are welcome," he said with a smile, returning the hug.