The Diego Diaries: Newbies 12 (335)
-0-Sunstreaker
He stood at the door of a ship, a sparkling bundled lying in his arms. Behind him a large family was gathered to go. The infant with Sunny was very sick and needed immediate attention. His protoform was damaged and would have to be replaced. The protoform designers were already perfecting a new one and the doctors who specialized in spark transfers were already going over the data that he had sent. Everyone was in dire shape emotionally, beyond their ability to express their gratitude at his presence as they huddled together ready to go.
A shuttle runabout rose up out of seemingly nowhere and leveled with the hatch door. Sunny who was in contact with the pilot waited until the hatch opened and medics inside appeared. Stepping out, he floated to them and handed the sparkling over. Then he turned and floated out helping the family and their friends abandon their vessel. It would be towed away, their few things tagged and stored for their return to claim them. He moved to their vessel and stood looking inside. Then he leaned out and signaled the shuttle to leave. It did.
-0-In a classroom with Hero
"I can get it."
Hero turned and walked to the toy box nearby rummaging until she found a big dollie. Pulling as hard as she could, the Pooh bear came free. She turned and walked back to a tiny femme who was standing by a chair with a big smile. Hero handed her the dollie, then stepped back to smile at her bestie. Popi smiled back. "Tweet." She was slightly younger than Hero and very sweet. They were best friends and played together in their free time. Hero stepped forward and hugged her dollie and all. "There. You have a baby."
Sitting nearby watching with intensity and amazement, the specialists of the school tracked Hero's speech. Even though infants sometimes 'burst' into speech and they knew it, none of them had ever seen it. Roto sat on a couch holding Mimi as she dozed, her 'feed' being a 'little off' that morning. She was tired because her grandgenitors had arrived in the mix the night before and she was exclaimed over almost all night long by her doting grandadas. Hero was his student along with Orion and Praxus. He had pulled rank and seniority stocking his list with the three little Ironhide/Ratchet mergers. He watched her playing sweetly talking to Popi. She was a dazzling speaker he concluded. So would the others.
-0-Orion
He stood in line with the other five students who had just concluded dance class with him. They were working on a routine and it had been fun. Twirling around was the most fun. He didn't fall down now.
As much.
Han was in the class, the school persisting in placing them in proximity. Both did their best to ignore the other. Detente was not reached in a single orn. Nor in a number of them. They stood, Olo between them in the line and followed Neo out the door heading for lunch. It would be had at the tiny table in their classroom where their group, D, would have their turn at the spaghetti-O's. They had voted on the menu choosing from a number of carefully selected pictures what they wanted to eat that week by consensus voting. They would eat spaghetti-O's every orn if not supervised because they were fun.
Apparently.
Walking through the main room and turning down the corridor, they reached the big classroom where everyone met in the morning together before breaking into working groups. Pulling tiny chairs from the tiny table, they sat down and grinned at each other and the 'room adas' who cooked in the big kitchen in the tower in Autobot City. Lunch was dispersed to the schools, carefully packaged and creatively prepared food that was either served to groups like this whole or dispensed through buffet lines as they did in the Intermediate School and the University Cafeteria.
Orion watched with barely contained happiness the bustle in the tiny kitchen nearby. A cabinet full of trays were being unloaded, each little tray heading for the table and a baby. He got his and looked at it. A tiny bowl filled with spaghetti-O's sat in one slot on the tray. A piece of 'french bread' was next to it. A 'banana' and half an 'apple' were in their own slots alongside 'green beans' and a small container of energon 'milk'. A spoon had its own slot on the tray and there were napkins. He looked at Neo and Laret who were supervising along with two aide-trainees and smiled gigantically.
"What's next, Neo?" one of them asked.
"We help them get their spoons and napkins arranged, then we watch. They won't begin until we tell them dinner is served," Neo said as she sat Mimi's tray on the table. They assisted and fussed until everyone was ready, then Neo smiled and nodded. "Bon apetit, infants."
They all grinned, then picked up their spoons to eat. It would be surprisingly mess free.
-0-Near Uluru-Ayers Rock, Australia
The last tourists left for the day as night began to descend on the great desiccated plains surrounding the majestic Uluru. Hidden nearby in the sandy rocky landscape several creatures watched. They had lived in a number of places unseen and this was just the latest. No one should have come here their research indicated but even in the worst more barren areas of this Primus forsaken world, the insects still tramped, treating the area as a pilgrimage site of sacred stature. When all was still and their sensors indicated that they were alone, they came to the surface. They were living in the ground, deep if they could manage it because their signals could be masked there.
They had been part of a group that had followed Megatron to implement the Infiltration Protocol that all Decepticons used to overtake and control alien worlds. It had six parts. First, one had to infiltrate and gather intel to use in step two, which was to agitate local disputes and make them international in scope. Pretenders were key to that success impersonating locals to get the natives to destroy each other. Part three involved increasing agitation and eliminating those who would oppose such activity. Part four and five involve phased levels of direct involvement in the fighting by the 'Cons themselves. Five involved modes in which siege facilities such as fortresses on the ground are implemented without concern for stealth. At six, it would be all out invasion with specialized mechanisms like Six Shot, Black Shadow and Overlord doing the annihilation for their lord and master. What followed would be re-population of the destroyed world by the Decepticons. There would be nothing left of the natives. They would be dead.
Every last single one.
However things were out of servo here. They were hiding and had been since before the battles that dispatched The Fallen and caused Megatron to leave the world. They were to stay hidden, those actions exempt from their prime directive. They were aware of the seven 'Cons who had been abandoned on the Earth and their woe begotten end at the servos of the Autobots. Those seven didn't know about them. They were deep cover and expected to remain that way until the means of carrying out their mission reared itself.
It had.
They walked to the rock beyond them, a beautiful oddly haunting locale. They would gather raw materials scattered here and there for energon production in their field devices, then go back down. They had set up their machinery to listen in on the humans' comm systems, both commercial, private and top secret. They would continue to try to understand the world as it was, then begin in even greater effort to feed the various groups named under the media umbrella, 'The Revolution' everything that they felt they could without giving themselves away.
Yet.
-0-Ratchet
He worked on patients fixing broken things and helping them to get the follow up treatment that they would require. The degree of injury coming in now was marginal compared to earlier. Broken things, hurts, dents, tears and rips. The occasional acid burn reminded him that the horrible alien monsters still existed on that side of evil. In a pause, he walked out into the main room off his surgery and peered through doors. Knockout was working on a knee assembly for a youngling mech. Gullwing was working on a processor injury and a number of other physicians were hard at it too.
It was glorious.
With a lighter tread, he turned and walked back into his own and took on the next patient.
-0-Ironhide
He walked through the airfield after spending time gauging the Triage Grounds and the collection of newbies from space. The prison was working out the reclamation of the now former Decepticons under the watchful optics of the Wreckers. He had heard only five of them had been detained for further questioning with the others going into the city goggle-opticed with wonderment. He understood it too. He and Prowler had spent the previous two orns going to the new gunneries/depots/armories under the new cities to sign off on them.
Phobos, Pax and Crystal City were topnotch and open for business already. It would take a while for the munitions experts to manufacture enough to fill the giant munitions stores that went down several stories below the main floors in each place. But they would do it. They were AWESOME! They were led by a DOOM BRINGER!
He grinned and looked down at the infant in his arm. He had stopped by RTR Tools and liberated Prowler. He was sleeping in a little box near his grandatar as that good bot turned blades putting an edge on them that could split infinitives. After good natured chat and arrangements for the little bots to be parted out among the family, he turned and walked out, his newest progeny parked in the place marked 'infant' … the crook of his arm.
The crowds were heavy as newbies walked about filled with awe. Some were actually going to places but the rest were sightseeing. Some of them stopped him to ask directions, others to comment on the infant. Some expressed their gratitude and others just needed to say something to an Autobot, any Autobot. He was gentle, thorough and glad for them in a way he couldn't express. It was just an AWESOME thing all around.
That he was filmed while he went about didn't register to him. The humans were part of the landscape for residents here. They belonged.
-0-At the prison
Will Lennox, Bobby Epps and Niall Graham leaned on their segways as they watched the former enemy become part of the great experiment. :Do you think this would be possible on Earth?: Lennox asked.
:No. We don't have that much trust for our enemies: Epps ventured.
Graham nodded. :Even after nine million years, Optimus Prime is merciful:
:That's why he's SLAGGING OPTIMUS PRIME!:
Graham and Epps looked at Lennox and grinned. :That's better but Ironhide's voice is deeper and lower:
:I can't go that low. My balls would have to speak for me: Lennox said with a grin.
:And what a tiny voice it would be: Epps said before he was punched.
-0-Out and about
:Ratchet:
:What?:
:How is it going?:
:Not bad now. You?:
:Hard at it. Just checking in:
:Okay. Come by if you can:
:Need anything?: -(slight concern)
:A hug and a frag: -(slight grin)
:Not in front of the younglings. Might give them a complex or something:
(grins)-2
:You are a truth speaker too: (grin)
(Grin) :I'll come by when I can, Ratchet. I'm up to my aft in slaargs right now:
:Okay. Ratchet out:
Ironhide looked at his son who was sitting on his arm with support. The infant gave him a face splitting grin as he noted his papa's attentions. Ironhide grinned and kissed his helm. "You can almost sit up a bit now by yourself. Don't tell your old ada. He'll beat me with my own leg." He looked at the table and picked up a tiny bit of the 'cake' he had nearly finished. Holding it for Prowler, the infant grinned and took a tiny bite. He chewed it, his little brow wrinkling slightly as he considered the flavor. Ironhide grinned. "You like that? We'll find out what else you like, you and me." He grinned and enjoyed himself as he sat in a chair at a table on the sidewalk of The Sidewalk Bistro which was across the street from Club Cybertron on Metroplex Highway 1.
He wouldn't tell Ratchet.
Neither would Prowler.
-0-TBC June 16, 2013
NOTE: My spell checker makes me laugh. The suggestion for apetit was ape tit. :D :D :D Yes, I am 12 years old. ;D (Emotionally. My real age? About five times that.) :D :D :D Magebreaker, you are so adorable. I hug you! Sweetie pie.
I am combing canon to match up with my musings. I am never ending amazed at the vastness and awesomeness of the Transformers and their universes. :D By the way, kissing is canon. :D :D :D