Autobots' Morning Routine Part 1

Time: December 27, 2012, 9:00 A.M, Location: Autobot Base, Near Jasper, Nevada

The Autobot base was a hub of activity, as it usually was during the morning hours. The expansive underground complex buzzed with energy as the Autobots engaged in their daily routines. Combat practice was a crucial part of their regimen, ensuring that each member of the team remained sharp and prepared for any threat that might arise.

Scene: Training Arena Room 1

Optimus Prime stood tall, his presence commanding respect and admiration from the gathered Autobots. Nearby, where Nova-Strike Prime* and Shadow-Hunter*in their sparring training gear. 1st up in the sparring match against Optimus Prime is Nova-Strike. Nova-Strike adjusted his stance, his optics focused and determined. He had come a long way since his transformation, adapting to his new capabilities and responsibilities. Facing Optimus Prime in combat training was both a privilege and a daunting challenge.

Optimus Prime acknowledged his protégé with a nod. "Are you ready, Nova-Strike Prime?" After he said that focused in his mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds his left lower arm area transformed into a large 1.2296 meters long close quarter sword his lower left arm.

Nova-Strike Prime squared his shoulders and focused in his mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds his right lower arm area transformed into a large 1.2296 meters long close quarter sword his lower right arm; After his close quarter sword appeared Nova-Strike nodded and in calm somewhat nervous tone "Yes, Optimus. I'm ready."

Their spar began with deliberate movements, Nova-Strike Prime testing his speed and agility against Optimus Prime's calculated strength. The younger Cybertronian pressed forward, his attacks swift and precise, aiming to find any opening in Optimus Prime's defense. Optimus Prime, however, countered with ease, deflecting Nova-Strike Prime's strikes with measured efficiency. He observed his protégé's technique, offering guidance between exchanges. "Focus your strikes, Jack. Precision and timing will serve you well."

Nova-Strike Prime adjusted his strategy, absorbing Optimus Prime's advice. With renewed determination, he launched into a series of coordinated attacks, blending offense with defense in a seamless display of combat prowess.

Over the next few minutes their spar intensified, each movement resonating with the echoes of Cybertron's ancient battles. Nova-Strike Prime pushed himself, drawing upon his training and newfound resilience. Optimus Prime, ever the wise leader, provided encouragement and correction, ensuring his protégé grew stronger with each passing moment. As the session concluded, Nova-Strike Prime acknowledged his mentor with gratitude. "Thank you, Optimus. I still have much to learn."

Optimus Prime clasped Nova-Strike Prime's shoulder with pride. "You have come far, Jack. Your dedication and courage inspire us all. Continue to hone your skills, and you will become a formidable leader."

Nova-Strike Prime nodded, a newfound determination burning in his optics. With Optimus Prime's guidance, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Optimus Prime than turned his attention to Shadow-Hunter and in calm and little bit-tired tone, "Shadow-Hunter our sparring section will begin in 10 minutes."

Time: 9:20 A.M.

After the brief break Optimus Prime approached turn his attraction to Shadow-Hunter and in calm firm tone "Shadow-Hunter you are next up."

Shadow-Hunter, always eager to test his abilities against the Autobots' revered leader, nodded eagerly. "Of course, Optimus." Shadow-Hunter focused in his mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds his left lower arm area transformed into a large a 1.3583 meters long close quarter sword.

Shadow-Hunter in an excited and somewhat smug tone and grinning "Come on, Optimus. Let's see if I've finally caught up to your centuries of wisdom."

Optimus Prime in a calm tone "Wisdom comes with experience, Vince. Your progress is commendable, but do not underestimate the breadth of battle knowledge."

Shadow-Hunter lunged forward with swift agility; his movements honed through rigorous training. He aimed to prove himself against the legendary Autobot leader. Shadow-Hunter in a mocking tone "You're slowing down, old mech. Maybe it's time to let the new guard take the lead."

Optimus Prime had an amused look on his faceplate "Impatience will not serve you well, Vince. Focus on strategy, not theatrics."

Their combat continued, a dance of blades and strategy. Shadow-Hunter's competitive spirit drove him forward, while Optimus Prime's calm demeanor masked the depths of his combat prowess. Each exchange was a testament to their growth and the mutual respect forged through shared battles.

9:30 P.M.

The sparring continued for a few minutes and even 1 of Team Prime's members Arcee came in after her sparring section with Serenity*; As the sparring sessions concluded, Arcee had an amused look on her faceplate and attention her attention to Nova-Strike, Arcee "Nova-Strike, Shadow-Hunter, still trying to prove who's top bot around here?"

Nova-Strike Prime in respond has a grin of his faceplate "Always, Arcee. You know how it is."

Shadow-Hunter overheard what they were saying and in playfully tone "Next time, Jack, I'll beat you to the punch."

Meanwhile around the same time nearby in training Arena Room 2 Bulkhead and Ryu-Senshi* were getting ready for a training sparring clash.

Bulkhead stand in the training area with a grin of his face with his attention toward Ryu-Senshi "Ready for another round, Ryu-Senshi?" Bulkhead focused in his mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds his left lower arm area transformed into his close quarter blunt arm mace in his lower left arm.

In respond Ryu-Senshi nodding enthusiastically "You bet, Bulkhead! I'm getting better every day." Ryu Senshi was calmly breathing and a little nervous as he prepared for his afternoon combat training sections with Bulkhead. She focused in her mind for a few seconds and after a second her right lower arm area transformed into a large close quarter arm hammer on her lower right arm.

Bulkhead raising an optic ridge and in excited enthusiastic tone "That's the spirit. Let's see what you've got."

They circled each other, Ryu-Senshi adopting a defensive stance while Bulkhead studied her movements with a keen optic. With a sudden burst of energy, Ryu-Senshi lunged forward, aiming a series of rapid strikes at Bulkhead's midsection. Bulkhead deftly blocked each blow, his massive arms absorbing the impact effortlessly.

Bulkhead chuckling in smug amused tone, "Nice try, kid. But you've gotta hit harder than that."

Undeterred, Ryu-Senshi spun on her heel and delivered a sweeping kick aimed at Bulkhead's legs. He staggered slightly, caught off guard by her agility. Seizing the opportunity, Ryu-Senshi leaped into the air, aiming a powerful punch at Bulkhead's chest. He grunted as the impact pushed him back a step.

Bulkhead had an impressed look on his faceplate "Not bad, Ryu-Senshi. You're definitely getting faster."

Ryu-Senshi just grinning and in an accepting tone "Thanks, Bulkhead! But I've still got a long way to go."

Their spar continued, each exchange pushing Ryu-Senshi to refine her technique while Bulkhead tested her limits. Despite her determination, Bulkhead's centuries of combat experience proved formidable. With a swift maneuver, he disarmed Ryu-Senshi and pinned her gently to the ground, his voice filled with encouragement.

Bulkhead offering a hand in a calm and impressed tone "You're getting stronger, Ryu-Senshi. Keep pushing yourself, and you'll be unstoppable."

Ryu-Senshi grasping his hand and getting up and in the same tone as before, "Thanks, Bulkhead. I'll keep training until I can take you down one day."

Bulkhead laughed in amusement "Looking forward to it, kid. You've got the spirit of a wrecker in you.(Bulkhead grunted approvingly as they sparred.) Good, Miko. Keep that momentum up. You're getting better every day."

Ryu-Senshi grinned beneath her faceplate, her agility and raw power a testament to her training. She unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, testing Bulkhead's defenses.

Meanwhile around the same time in a secluded corner of the Autobot base, a state-of-the-art computer lab hummed with activity. Hardwire* sat at a sleek Cybertronian console, his optics focused intently on the intricate patterns displayed on the screen. Beside him stood his mentor and trainer Ratchet.

Ratchet in a calm smug yet encouraging tone "Alright, Hardwire, Today's exercise will test your skills to their limits. This program is designed to be nearly impenetrable. Your task is to find and exploit its weaknesses without triggering any of the anti-virus or anti-hacking programs embedded within. I must say it is 1 of my best computer security programs; I hope you can handle it."

Hardwire nodded, his expression resolute and still somewhat nervous at Ratchet's boasting "Understood, Ratchet. I'll give it my best shot."

As Hardwire initiated the hack, the screen filled with a labyrinth of code, each segment representing a potential vulnerability or a hidden trap. He began scanning the patterns, his optics swiftly analyzing the intricate sequences. Ratchet watched closely, offering occasional guidance. "Remember, look for irregularities in the code. They often indicate a potential entry point."

Hardwire nodded, his focus unbroken. He identified a small discrepancy in the pattern and began to probe it cautiously. For a moment, it seemed like a breakthrough, but then a Trojan horse anti-virus program sprung to life, forcing him to quickly redirect his efforts. Ratchet saw this and in a moderately impressed tone "Good reflexes and reaction time; But you need to be more thorough in your initial scan to avoid triggering these defenses."

Undeterred, Hardwire adjusted his approach. He deepened his scan, using his enhanced Cybertronian hacking programs and optics to detect subtler irregularities. This time, he found a potential entry point that seemed less guarded. Carefully, he began to navigate through the code, bypassing the first layer of defenses. Ratchet in the same tone as before "Excellent, You're making progress. Just keep an eye out for any sudden changes in the code. They can indicate a hidden trap."

As Hardwire delved deeper, he encountered another obstacle: a sophisticated anti-hacking program designed to adapt to his methods. He paused, analyzing its behavior before devising a counter-strategy. With precision, he managed to neutralize the program and continued his infiltration. Ratchet observed with a mixture of pride and scrutiny. "You're getting close. Just one more layer to bypass."

Hardwire's optics flickered with determination. He identified the final barrier, a particularly complex segment of code that housed several concealed traps. He took a deep breath and initiated his final assault, deftly maneuvering through the intricate defenses. Just as he thought he had succeeded, another Trojan horse anti-virus program activated, forcing Hardwire to scramble to contain it. Despite his efforts, it briefly disrupted his progress before he managed to shut it down. With a sigh of relief, Hardwire completed the hack, gaining access to the system. He turned to Ratchet, awaiting his assessment.

Ratchet's expression was a blend of disappointment and approval. "You did well, Hardwire. You successfully navigated most of the defenses and demonstrated impressive skill. However, you did trigger a few of the anti-virus programs, which indicates you still have room for improvement."

Hardwire nodded, accepting the critique, "I understand, Ratchet. I'll work harder to refine my techniques."

Ratchet placed a reassuring hand on Hardwire's shoulder, "You've come a long way, Rafael. Your final grade for this session is a C+. While it's not perfect, it's a testament to your growth. Keep pushing yourself, and you'll become an invaluable asset to our team."

Hardwire smiled, encouraged by Ratchet's words. "Thank you, Ratchet. I'll keep striving to get better." As the training session concluded, Ratchet and Hardwire left the lab ready to join their comrades in their ongoing war against MECH.

Time: 9:30 A.M.

After his training session with Hardwire Ratchet made his way to the bases medical center area where his next student: Ultra-Aid* is wait for her daily training; As he entered the bases medical center area he come near a few injury repair welding tools turning them on to warm them up for today's advanced field medical procedure session with Ultra-Aid; As well setup a heavily damaged medical practice dummy on a medical bed inside and Cybertronian body length holding compartment and place the dummy in the compartment and putting some energon pumps into the dummy to begin pumping energon into the heavily damaged dummy to simulate real life injuries for Ultra-Aid to operate on. After he did on that setup Ratchet turned his attention to his student Ultra-Aid and in a calm tone "Ultra-Aid, today we're going to simulate a scenario with multiple life-threatening injuries. Your patient has sustained a massive energon blaster blast near the spark chamber, an entirely severed left arm, and an entirely severed right leg. This is a critical situation where every second counts."

Ultra-Aid just nodding, focused "Understood, Ratchet. I'm ready."

Ratchet in a calm tone "Good come over here please.(Ultra-Aid did as Ratchet introduced and following him.) Here we have heavily damaged medical practice dummy with multiple life-threatening injuries. Your patient has sustained a massive energon blaster blast near the spark chamber, an entirely severed left arm, and an entirely severed right leg. This is a critical situation where every second counts."

Ratchet in a calm tone "First, assess the patient's vitals and stabilize the spark chamber. A direct hit to the spark chamber can lead to immediate spark failure if not treated promptly."

Ultra-Aid examining the simulation dummy "Vitals are weak but stable for now. I'll start with an energon transfusion to stabilize the spark." Ultra-Aid swiftly connected an energon transfusion line to the patient, her movements precise and confident. Ratchet observed her technique, nodding in approval.

Ratchet in calm and accepting tone "Good. Now, move on to the severed arm. Stop the energon flow and prep for reattachment." Ultra-Aid applied a tourniquet above the severed arm, then began prepping the area for reattachment. She retrieved a specialized tool from the medical station and aligned the severed limb with the shoulder joint.

Ultra-Aid in a calm but now in somewhat nervous tone "Tourniquet applied. Preparing to reattach the arm." Using a fusion welder, Ultra-Aid carefully reattached the severed arm, ensuring all connections were secure. Ratchet watched closely, offering guidance as needed.

Ratchet in the same tone as before "Excellent work but I need to relax and calm down more Ultra-Aid. Now, onto the severed leg. This injury is more severe due to the proximity to major energon lines. You'll need to work quickly to prevent further energon loss."

Ultra-Aid now in calm tone "Understood. Applying tourniquet and prepping for reattachment." Ultra-Aid repeated the procedure, working swiftly yet meticulously. She applied the tourniquet, then aligned the severed leg with the hip joint and began the reattachment process.

Ratchet in a calm guidence tone "Remember, maintaining steady energon flow is crucial. Once the leg is reattached, run a diagnostic to ensure all systems are functioning properly."

Ultra-Aid in the same tone as before "Leg reattached. Running diagnostic now.(Ultra-Aid activated her diagnostic tool, scanning the patient for any signs of malfunction. The tool beeped, indicating all systems were operational.) Diagnostic complete. All systems functioning within normal parameters."

Ratchet let out a small and proud smile "Well done, Ultra-Aid. Your skills have improved significantly. This level of precision and efficiency will be crucial in the field."

Ultra-Aid in a relieved tone "Thank you, Ratchet. Your training has been invaluable."

Meanwhile around the same time as the others were doing their training secessions with each other in nearby in training Arena Room 3.

Arcee and Serenity stood opposite each other in training gear in the training arena, their stances poised and focused. Arcee, with her centuries of combat experience, assessed Serenity's form. The younger Cybertronian had made significant strides in her training, her movements more fluid and her reflexes sharper with each passing session. Arcee knew she needed to challenge Serenity without overwhelming her, balancing between instruction and testing her abilities.

Arcee in a calm and curious tone "Ready?" her optics locking onto Serenity's; As she kept his optics on Serenity Arcee focused in her mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds both her lower arm area transformed into her close quarter arm blades.

Serenity nodded, determination shining in her optics. "Ready, Arcee." She focused in her mind for a few seconds and after a few seconds his left lower arm area transformed into a large 1.33 meters long close quarter sword his lower left arm.

They lunged into action simultaneously, a flurry of strikes and blocks echoing through the training grounds. Arcee's speed was unmatched, darting around Serenity with agility born from countless battles. Serenity countered with precision, using her arm guns to keep Arcee at bay while maneuvering to find an opening.

Arcee's voice cut through the sounds of their clash "Remember, Serenity, anticipate your opponent's moves. Use your surroundings to your advantage."

Serenity nodded, adjusting her tactics. She ducked under Arcee's sweeping kick, rolling to gain distance before springing back into action. Her arm guard swords gleamed in the sunlight as she switched tactics, aiming to close the gap between them. Arcee deflected Serenity's strikes with ease, guiding her movements to teach rather than defeat.

Arcee was impressed at Serenity prosperity and in praised tone "Good, you're adapting well. Keep the pressure on." They continued their exchange, each move calculated and precise. Serenity pushed herself, testing the limits of her newfound skills against Arcee's seasoned expertise. Despite her best efforts, Arcee's experience proved too much to overcome in this bout.

As they concluded the spar, Arcee offered a nod of approval and impressed tone "You're improving, Serenity. Your determination will take you far."

Serenity caught her breath, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction evident in her tone "Thank you, Arcee. I'll keep pushing."

Arcee placed a hand on Serenity's shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie "You have potential, Serenity. With time and dedication, you'll become a formidable warrior."

Serenity smiled gratefully. "I won't let you down, Arcee." As they left the training arena, the echoes of their spar lingered in the air, a testament to the bond forged through combat and the unyielding spirit of the Autobots in their ongoing battle against MECH.

*Nova-Strike Prime is formerly Team Prime's Human ally Jackson 'Jack' Darby; As well with him becoming the team leader of the Autobot Team: Nova-Strike Prime Team.

*Shadow-Hunter is formerly Jack Darby's childhood friend and High school rival High school: Vince Jones and now is an Autobot Ariel flyer and team Nova-Strike Prime 2nd in command. His Ariel vehicle mode is that of a Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor.

*Serenity is formerly Jack Darby's High school crush: Sierra Michelson and is an Autobot Ariel flyer. Her Ariel vehicle mode is that of an F-35 Lighting fighter.

*Ryu Senshi is formerly Team Prime's Human communication's expert: Miko Nakatia. She is as well a Wrecker in training.

*Hardwire is formerly the Human computer expert and hacker: Rafael Esquivel and he is an Autobot Ariel Flyer. His Ariel vehicle mode is that of a Northrop Grumman RQ Global Hawk.

*Ultra-Aid is formerly Team Prime's Human nurse and medical specialist: June Darby and the mother of Jackson 'Jack' Darby. She is now the Medic of the Nova-Strike Prime Team.