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Chapter 8:Doctors and nurses.

Did you see that girl the solders brought in she was a mess? Linda always hated when kids got hurt her job as a nurses temp made her worry about her daughter all the more.

An M.P. Walked into the break room looking around "Is a miss. Shoriumby here?" he asked.

"I am. Can I help you?" Linda asked curiously.

"Please come with me." There was something in his voice that made Linda very nervous.

The inside of the rig was cramped for Jolt, as he sat and watched over the little femm. When Ratchet had joined them recently the conversation was abrupt even for the surly bot's reputation.

[This doesn't make any sense.] Grumped ratchet [according to these scans...]

once back to base after carrying the femm into the med bay Ratchet was greeted by a couple bot's and humans.

"If your job isn't in this room get out!' yelled the mech. Ratchet was not having a good day. Maintenance he could handle, damage he could handle, mystery's he didn't like, he could even handle the occasional prank by some of the younger bot's, after all it helps relieve stress on processor's overwrought by constant war.

The door opened. and Ratchet started yelling "I said get out of my med bay!... Sorry Optimus I thought you were one of the others here to gawk at the new arrival."

"Well to be honest that is part of why I'm here. However I would like to get a first hand report of what is going on with her." Optimus gestured to the Raspberry purple bot with what appeared to be glitter sprinkled lightly in her paint.

Ratchet took a minute to gather his thoughts. "This femm defies logic, according to my scans she just upgraded to her third frame. Which takes a lot of energy to transform protoform metal into cybertronium armor. But according to these readings." he pointed to a display near the head of the berth "she should only be in her first form. And furthermore her tank is empty, not the I've not had energon in a while empty, it's the I've never had energon ever empty. As in she was just sparked empty."

Optimus raised his eyebrow, a mannerism acquired from humans.

Ratchet continued. "a just sparked cybertronion needs energon every day, second frames every two or three, final frames about once a week. Because of the speed at which the body transforms energon into protometal,as well as general use."

" According to my readings this fem was sparked three days ago where she almost immediately scanned a car for her final frame, wasting almost all her power. Then went almost two days on empty then had the audacity to shoot Thunder Cracker in the face. She went into emergency stasis lock the only power she is pulling is for her spark. She is almost literally offline, and I don't know why she isn't already."

"The only procedure I can think of to bring her back is an energon transfusion, and with everbot's energon being different due to their individual requirements I have to get as close a match as I can to keep her from going into cascade failure and offlining. The worst part is in order to get a sample of her energon for analysis I'll have to open her spark chamber, she has so little of it left it's all pooled in there."

Optimus contemplated that for a moment, than said. "I'm sure everyone would be willing to volunteer for the transfusion, test everyone else first, than our guest, and while I'm here anyway you'll start with me."

Linda looked at her daughter in the hospital bed while the MP stood near the door as unobtrusively as he could, Linda couldn't believe it her daughter caught in a fire fight between the army and a terrorist group. She watched the news as the coverage changed to the fire caused by the incendiary devices were being fought by several counties worth of firemen. It looked like it was being contained when her daughter spoke.

"wasn't terrorists was Thunder Cracker."

Linda rushed over to her bed to see her daughter already asleep again and never noticed as the MP stepped out of the room and another one step in a few seconds later.

Ironhide was grumbling at having his cannons offline. But ratchet insisted, and the humans puttered around hooking up tubes leading from his arm to the little femm's spark chamber. As he glanced over at the exposed spark he gasped at the dimly guttering barely flickering blue spark. He had seen soldiers die horrible death's in the melinia he has been online but never had he seen any spark that weak, they had usually gone out long before they got that weak. He was a warrior his job was to protect the innocent and in this case that meant not shooting things, he stopped grumbling and stoically endured the hours it took to safely infuse processed energon into the little femm.

The security director was a weaselly little man who's face and demeanor was more suited for the courtroom or back ally transactions. And with his officious attitude designed to intimidate the most powerful of business men he had no worries that a little home maker would get in the way of his job.

However probably because of the fact that he had no family of his own he was little prepared for one Linda Shoriumby, who's husband often hosted clients worse than this,and she knew how to handle him mainly by throwing him out the door when he threatened her daughter.

Lennox saw the director get thrown out on his ass, shook his head before gently opening the door and asking if it was safe to enter.

"I understand your concerns." he was talking to Linda, "I have a daughter half of Ariel's age." he fished out his wallet to pull a picture for proof. "It's just that we need to know what she knows and some of what she knows may seem strange to you. With you here she may not be as honest as she could be otherwise, I'll let you watch through a window at the, ...[Don't call it an interrogation] debriefing"

Linda sat looking pensive for a while before agreeing to those terms.

" Now don't be scared Ariel one of the MP's that's military police heard you mention Thunder Cracker so I know that you know about them. I just would like to know what you know. He gave a smile to the gauze wrapped girl. "Frankly" he whispered to her. "I am just going to make something up to put into my report anyway, I don't really care what you know. But if you want to know any answers and can keep a secret you have to tell me first."

after listening to Ariel's story which wasn't much he got her to promise to not tell anyone not even her BFF the story behind the transformers.

Ironhide was watching with mild amusement as the human was up to her elbow's inside his cannon casing reconnecting his power couplings.

Ratchet was leaning over the femm watching as systems were coming back online and had just closed her chestplate...

That face, that maniacal face made of metal, the face filled with sadistic glee as he pawed at her chest, Her chest, she, she, she was a girl now, a girl robot, a girl robot being groped by a male robot who wanted to get at something important inside her..

"NOOOOOO!" I screamed my arm snapped up cuffing Ratchet on the shoulder as I brought my cannon to bare on the startled mech.

"Now wait just a" BWATHOOM! the cannon went off. Ratchet had partially dodged it and instead of taking off his head the now full power cannon tore a chunk of armor from his shoulder.

BWATHOOM! "I don't know what you sick" BWATHOOM! "rustbuckets want with" BWATHOOM! "me but you won't get" BWATHOOM! "It without a fight."

Humans and autobots dove for cover hiding behind several berths in the med bay as the insized femm ducked behind cover herself to get her bearings.

"Ratchet!" bellowed Ironhide "Why didn't you offline her weapons?"

"I was more interested in saving her life at the time. I thought she would be at least a little grateful." Ratchet replied while assessing the damage to his shoulder.

The femm herd this as she was staring at a human nurse/mechanic quaking in fear. " she pointed her cannon away from the human and whispered to her. "Are you a slave or a free person?"

The nevus human merely nodded nervously. The femm rolled her eyes and glanced around the corner.

Ironhide was covering the humans as they ran towards the exit, hoping that his armor could withstand a sustained assault from the femm. He froze with trepidation when he noticed the femm peeking around the corner.

I gave a deep sigh and asked. "Your not with Thunder Cracker are you?"

"No the name is Ironhide the mech you shot was Ratchet he brought you back online..."[okay so it wasn't an off cannon demention]

The doors burst open and several other mech's charged in, then I ducked behind cover again.

"Stand down!" roared Ironhide "I think it's just a misunderstanding rite miss..?"

"Just disengage your weapon, we wont hurt you." Optimus Prime said.

"Yeah little problem with that." I called out to the mechs.

"And what might that problem be?" Prime responded.

"I don't know how..."

There was a tense few moments as the mechs tried to talk me through disengaging my arm cannon, after it eventually shrank and slid back up my arm to my back. The human who was watching me called out that the cannon was gone.

She took a hostage a human voice called out from the group covering me. I snorted and rolled my eyes causing the human to smile.

The human in the background was beginning to annoy me with his incessant demands and accusations I held up my hand and started to do the naked sock puppet yap yap yap. Imitation.

The human I was with couldn't help it he burst out laughing. Than calmly walked out from behind cover.

"I think she's pretty harmless now"the human said.

I stood up slowly so as to not startle any trigger happy people and put my hands over my head in the gesture of surrender.

Many relaxed and the questions began.

The only questions I answered was what happened to me over the last three days I pleaded ignorance to anything from before.

My questions were a little less than national secrets, like...

"So why do we breath like organics?" the answer. It's part of our cooling system, in mech form we run hotter than other forms usually, and to keep sensitive components from heat damage, we breath to air cool our systems.

I also got my first energon cube. The taste... well since I didn't really have a tongue I couldn't "taste" it exactly but wow that hit the spot. I have been so hungry for so long...

After a while there came the question I was dreading and it came innocently enough that I almost told them my real name, at least the name I had before I was cybertronion.

[Oh man what do I say do I make something up? Do I use a bastardization of my old name?]

I took a deep breath and said

"My name is..."

The Shard of Primus watched curiously at this particular demention as Devastator went toe to toe against Voltron self proclaimed defender of the universe.

Sadly this is the last you will see of Ariel for a while don't worry she'll be back if I have anything to say about it. However sometimes the story gets away from you and goes in directions you don't expect. Which is the case here.

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