New chapter, I had wanted to post this since Tuesday but I have been having trouble with my internet since Monday so sorry for not posting this earlier.

Chap 6

The femme sighted as she finish organizing her section, apparently ThunderStrike (SwiftBeat creator) was taking a trip to deliver some stuff (he told her that it was 'classified') for this 'thing' that he was helping built. She, unfortunately, had came in the exact moment he needed help to pack the parts and load them in his ship, now an hour latter she was covered in oil with her joints hurting at the slight movement. She groaned as she stretch, she knew she shouldn't have stressed her joints to this level but it was too late to do anything abut it.

" 'strike?" she called out, hoping that he will hear her "I'm going to clean up, so if you need me I'm going to be out in a few"

"…Kay, take your time!" she hear him yell from inside of his office, moving around the packed equipment.

…..

Opal stared at the huge container that was located right in front of the door of the washroom, sighting in frustration and pushed, it didn't moved one bit. Without thinking she went to pick the container up and screamed in surprise when both of her arms joint gave out and her arms fell off.

Mouth opened, opal stares at her arms in shock, this had never had happened to her before, so she didn't know what to do, she heard a load gasp and turned t see ThunderStrike staring at her in shock, both of them stud there not really knowing what to do

"I think you should take me to a medic" she said after a few moments as she felt energon run down her sides, he seemed to snap out of it and gave a quick nod, picking up her arms and her, and heading to the closest medical…

…..

Opal flexed her newly attached arms, at the moment both ThunderStrike and the medic were talking in the other room leaving her alone on the examination room, the medic had explained to her that she needed to get an upgrade very soon, apparently her armor was thing and wearing out in some places, mostly on her back. The medic told her hat they could start by tomorrow because it was risky for her to go around like that and at the slight hard hit she will get seriously hurt, f course at hearing this ThunderStrike started to talk on how much and long this will take, leaving her in this room with no option but to wait until they came back.

Opal knew that she needed a new armor; Ratchet had warned her a few weeks ago that she needed one but she had ignored it. she sighted, she should have listened to him but she was so focused on her brother health that she had ignored her own.

"Alright I think this is reasonable" she looked up at the sound of the medic's voice, he medic stared at her with an professional look, looked at 'strike who gave her an serious look, she knew she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, 'so much on going out and see a new place' she thought.

"As you know" the medic started "your design is a bit different, so it was suggested that someone else will be performing the installation of your new armor, so you may go now, but remember not to pick up any heavy in a while". When they left, opal gave him a questioning look.

"Let's go we have a long trip" was the only thing he told her, as he finished loading up and making a double inspection, opal looked around , the ship was medium size, it had a large storage room, a semi big recharge room and the control room, with had two large chairs, opal had no idea how to fly it but she had read about it, she knew how most of the controls worked, and how to use them, she sat down in front of the board and analyzed it with an curiosity, she had always wondered what it felt like to fly one of these. It was a very advance model, with an camouflage installed and everything!.

After a few, moments she got up and went to see if he needed any help, but as she reached the door it slid opened. Revealing him holding a few energon cubes, after handling her one, he went to store the other ones in a compartment.

After taking fight they both staid silent for a while, she knew he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

"Well" he started "it seems that sometimes I forget how small you are, I know that I shouldn't have made you do so much in such a sort time, look what happened! Your joints gave out; your creator will have offline me if he was still online, I promised to make sure that nothing like this happened." Opal stated at him, not really knowing what to say.

"Its partly my fault, you know, a medic friend of mine warned me a while back, I should have had this done but I was to focused on DarkShift that I didn't took care of myself properly" she explained to him, he gave her sharp nod. After a moment of silence he continued.

"I know but as the medic explained earlier, I really am going to take you to an old friend of our father hat knows more of your design than I do, I already left him a message that I was dropping you off there and I will come back to get you when you're done. Now go get some recharge, its going to be a long trip" he told her with a strict tone, she just nodded and made her way to the room with the berth….

Opal groaned as she woke, the sound of knocking had awakened her from her slumber; she turned her head to see ThunderStrike looking down at her.

"Time to get up"

Groaning once more, opal got up and stretched, her arms ached and felt a bit tight, but it was okay. After ThunderStrike locked and hid the ship, opal looking around she notice that there was nothing but ruined buildings around and it didn't look like anyone was here, confused she looked up at him but he just shuck his head, 'don't make a sound' he mouthed as he carefully leaded her to a building that barely looked stable enough to stand. 'Where is he taking me?' she thought , the inside of the building didn't look half bad, it was obvious that somebot was here, they went down to the lower levels she noticed how tense ThunderStrike was and judging on the scowl on his face she knew he wasn't happy to be here.

"What's wrong?" she whispered, not really knowing if it was ok to speak yet.

"Its nothing you should worry about" he whispered back to her "is just that he and I have some unfinished business to attend".

After sometime they both entered a big room, it was in a much better shape then the rest of the place, fully illuminated and much more organized, in this room was an large mech, he was much more taller than ThunderStrike but with an brighter coloring, as he turned to look at her with an smile in his face, the smile was a bit…. creepy, Opal stared at the mech with an shock expression. She turned to ThunderStrike with a look that said 'really? You're leaving me with him', he just ignored her and started to talk to the bight colored mech. Not paying attention to their conversation, Opal scanned the room taking it in more detail, there were a bunch of medical equipment and data's lying around in a large table that was in the center of the room.

"Opal, come, lets go" the bright mech waved her into a room, going in with hesitation she looked back and watched ThunderStrike sit down on a bench.

"He said it won't take much time so I'm waiting for you" he said, obviously wanting to say 'I'm not leaving you alone with him'. Nodding she went inside the room, the mech lifted her on a surgical table, laying her down gently.

"I have to put you on stasis for a it, so don't panic when you online" he told her with an gentle tone, she just gave a nod and let him do his thing..

ThunderStrike stared at the closed door with an anxious expression, he knew that there as nothing to worry about, the mech knew what he was doing, but it still made him worry. He had no idea how Opal will react, her new design was much more elaborate than the one she was used to; he stared down on the design that was presented on the data pad he was holding. Compared to her current body, this new one was much more lethal looking: her small fragile looking form will be thicker and curvier, he had to remove her current arms for ones less fragile, weapons will be installed and a list of programs and processor upgrades that also needed to be installed.

How much he wished that his friend was still online, he will be at this moment yelling at him and questioning him if he was not mad, this will probably make her hate him, the continue to read thru the information and stop as he read one of her installations, standing up he quickly made his way to thee operational room, forcing the door opened he stormed in the room, looking up from the dismembered body the mech just frowned at him.

"What do you want? Can't you see that I am a bit busy at the moment?" he told him looking back down and continued his work, ThunderStrike was surprised to see so much progress in such a sort time, her torso was almost done, shaking his head he focused in the issue that needed to be done.

"You're planning on installing a battle computer?! Have you lost your processor! Do you have any idea how it will effect her?!" he half yelled at him.

Looking backup the mech just stared at him with an indifferent expression "her creator told me that it needed to be done if this war got worse, you and I both know that she wouldn't last long in battle, if you want her to survive you will let me do this". After a long pause ThunderStrike just gave him a blank look, it was thru what he said, this war was not going to end anytime soon and only the strong will survive it but still.

"No" he said in a firm voice "you may not know her but I do , I believe that she has what it take to survive, and with this new form she will be more willing to express herself more and show every one how she really is"

"Well then, it won't be done" he said as he continued with his work.

(Skipping time)

Both mech's stared down at the finish form of the femme, they had yet to pick a color scheme, ThunderStrike insisted t wait until she woke but it will take sometime to paint and the mech didn't had much options.

"Let me pick and if she doesn't like it she can always change it" the mech said with an inpatient tone, he just wanted to finish his work and get rid of the other mech.

"Fine then! But if she starts to complain about it, I will blame you"

(Skipping time, again)

Opal stared at the ceiling, her systems were starting up rather slowly, it took her sometime to be able to sit up, scanning the room she noticed two mechs wore in the room, it took her a while to recognize them, she stud there waiting for all her systems to finish starting up, as her systems fully operated she went to stand and almost went down, griping the edge of the table she managed to stand, her balance now fully operating. Turning she noticed that ThunderStrike looked a bit nervous. Looking at the other mech he had a large smile on his face.

"Go and look at our finish, little one" he said, sounding pleased with his work, he pointed at the mirror, standing in front of it she gasp at the sight…..

Yes I'm changing a bit Opal's form; I will give a full description of it in the next chapter. also I plan to fix the other chapters but only a bit so you guys don't need to re-read it