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"*bla-bla-bla*" = Speaking in Cybertronian

AN: Okay, I've been on a Transformers kick for about a month now and I've been writing two Transformers fanfics. I decided to post one of them.

Special thanks to the Fanfic Author 'Pagen Godess' who created the Transformers Dictionary and this one role-playing site where someone named Carbon Finish created a list of Cybertronian body-parts.

One last note; now I know that a 'decacycle' is considered a period of time, however I pulled the term out of my brain and decided to use it in another way, as a period of time where a Cybertronian female is weak. ….I don't feel like elaborating any more. Enjoy…..Hopefully. .. . Review. Critique. There should be another chapter up today since it's already done.

DATE: 9/30/2014

4:02 pm

CHAPTER ONE:

Finding a Femme

Darkness.

The feeling of being weightless, floating. `It's like that one time I was on Vicodin when I had my wisdom teeth cut out.` the nineteen year old thought as she drifted in the black. `Am I…..drugged?` the question was scarily slow in coming. `What happened?`

Then…..sound.

Voices.

"By Primus, it's a femme!"

"It can't be!"

"It is!"

Then someone yelling the word "RATCHET!" No, not just yelling; summoning, in a voice of sheer command.

"What is it—" the grumpy voice suddenly turned awestruck. "—by Primus….." then as demanding as the voice that had summoned him; "Move aside! Let me see her!"

Hands…..strangely soft and yet not; cold and yet warm. `Don't be silly, Cassie.` she thought to herself. `You can't be cold and warm at the same time!`

"Ratchet, is she alright?"

The grumpy voice was no longer grumpy but gentle. "Easy, femme."

"Is she conscious, Ratchet?" asked another new voice.

There was a humming noise and a strange, buzzy feeling.

"Scans show she's weak, energon levels at thirty percent. Her auditory recepticals are on and functioning, but I don't know how much she's processing…..Primus! Optimus, she's just begun her first decacycle!"

"Then we must get her to safety." Came the voice that could only be described as leadership personified. "Autobots, roll out!"

Then…..nothing.

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AUTOBOTS

When the Autobots returned to NEST it was in a formation unknown to the soldiers who lived there with them.

"What the *&^%?" Epps said lowly, eyes wide. Beside him, the autobot Bumblebee who was standing guard with him, stood even straighter, blue optics wide as he suddenly let out a series of chirps and squeaks.

"Bee, man, you know I can't understand you when you talk like that."

But the yellow mech was too awestruck to bother using radio fragments to speak.

Sargent Epps rose to view the procession better, not that it helped much.

In the middle of the group loomed the Autobot leader Optimus Prime carrying some sort of silver, slim, metal object.

Infront of him was the bodyguard and weapons specialist Ironhide, plasma cannons at the ready and, behind him the samurai Autobot Drift wielded his katana. At the Primes right was the Autobot Ratchet who seemed to have almost all of his attention not concentrated on walking focused on the silver object in his leaders arms while the also silver Sideswipe guarded his left.

Sargent Epps had to wait till they were much closer before he realized what it was that Optimus Prime was carrying. "Is that…..another Autobot!?"

Bumblebees response was a fragment of the song by Brad Paisley "Wait'in on a woman…"

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Optimus Prime cradled what was most likely the last female Cybertronian very carefully in his arms as if she were a delicate piece of spun crystal; keeping his movements fluid so as not to jostle her. As he covered the ground, he spoke to his medic. "What will she need, Ratchet?"

The green Autobot made a gruff noise in his throat. "What every femme needs, Prime. Warmth, quiet, a secure place to rest, energon. When she comes to fully, her protective programming will over-ride everything and she'll want to hide, from all of us. We'll need a big area to give her space while still allowing us to keep her in one area and within view. Until her logic programming over-rides her survival programming she won't be able to entirely reason. We'll have to be patient; use soft voices, no sudden movements, and with her decacycle in process, her FIRST one, no less, she will need a mech around every second."

"Something tells me that won't be a problem." Sideswipe said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"She will not want for guardians." Their leader conceded seriously.

"Take her to the med-bay." Ratchet ordered and, in this matter, it was Optimus who followed his medics lead. "There will be enough room there and the equipment I need to see to her."

The instant they got to the check-point gates of NEST they were practically swarmed.

"Optimus? Who's that?" Sargent Robert Epps asked and was surprised when the usually always-diplomatic Prime gave out a low, primal growl. "This is a Cybertronian and an Autobot citizen. We are taking her to the med-bay and no-one is to disturb us."

Then without any further explanation, Optimus, the new Autobot, and the mechs who were acting as her honor-guard moved to the med-bay.

Sargent Epps sighed as he looked as his military friend and brother-in-arms Will Lennox. "Galloways not going to be happy about this."

"And since when do we care what Galloway thinks?" Lennox asked.

"Right." Epps agreed. "Stall?"

"Stall." Lennox confirmed.

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The group of robotic warriors managed to make their way rather quickly to the med-bay, completely ignoring any questions or exclamations.

The med-bay was huge; it had to be in order for Ratchet to care for injured autobots who could sometimes flail around. Tools (such as wrenches and sockets only supersized for an autobots servos) were organized neatly in metal boxes as well as several large pieces of machinery that operated basically as a Cybertronian life-support system.

With exquisite care, Optimus very gently lay the last remaining femme-bott on the Autobot-sized examining table while Ratchet immediately began removing a panel in the femmes forearm to insert an energon feed.

"Ironhide, guard the door." Optimus ordered. "No-one is to disturb this room under any circumstances. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, my pleasure, Prime." Ironhide growled sincerely, cannons still at the ready and, with one last look at the femme, the bodyguard left the medbay and closed the door behind him, his guns fully charged.

"With the energon IV, she should regain consciousness fairly quickly." Ratchet informed them, moving around the femmes form. One metal hand splayed itself gently on her abdomen. "With her first decacycle in process, I don't think I need to tell you all to be gentle and careful." There was a definite warning in the medics voice and everyone knew he could throw a mean wrench.

"We will treat the lady with the deference she deserves." The red samurai mech, Drift, said seriously in the oriental tone had had adopted upon coming to Earth.

Ratchet gave a low grunt that clearly said they had better, then stepped back. "Energon levels at forty percent…fifty…..fifty-two…seventy-five….."

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CASSIE

"Seventy-five….."

Slowly, sluggishly, she opened her eyes and blinked at the metal-beamed ceiling above her. What on Earth had happened!?

"She's conscious."

The voice she heard had her turning her head to the side. What she saw made her jump. A metal man! No, a ROBOT!

`Run! Hide! FLEE!` the commands that ran through her head were imperative and she jerked herself up from where she was laying.

The sound of metal on metal made her wince and when she looked down she saw her legs…..but those could be HER legs! Not those metal things with ball-joints and cables!

That scared her even more and she propelled herself up from the metal table, looking desperately for somewhere to hide. That was when she saw them.

`Oh crap, more robots!`

When one of them starting making weird, clicking noises at her, both hands held up in the universal gesture of peace, she launched herself under the metal table, shaking.

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AUTOBOTS

None of them liked seeing the femme in such a state of fear and gently both Optimus and Ratchet began talking to her softly in Cybertronian.

"*Easy,*" Ratchet soothed.

"*We will not harm you, femme. You are safe.*" their leader Optimus assured, bending down to one knee as so to present a less daunting figure. "*None will harm you here.*"

But the femme stayed under the table, curled in a fetal position, shaking.

"*Just give her time.*" Ratchet said quietly, backing up against the wall to sit.

"*Maybe we should leave her alone?*" Sideswipe asked and Ratchet scowled at him. If it wasn't for the frightened femme, he would have whacked the silver Autobot in the head.

"*You don't leave a femme alone who's in her first decacycle! Be glad she's here or I would throw you across the room!*"

"*Now is not the time to quarrel.*" Optimus said quietly but firmly, silencing the two mechs. "*We must be patient. We must wait. Ratchet, how long till her logic over-rides her survival programming?*"

"*One or two groons at most.*" the medic answered. "*All of her systems seem to be functioning.*"

"*What if she doesn't come out?*" Sideswipe asked again to which Optimus repeated;

"*We must be patient.*"

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VOCAB:

Groon: an hour

CITATIONS:

Goddess,P. (2008, August 28.) Transformers Dictionary. Retrieved September 29th,2014 from s/4489172/1/Transformers-Dictionary

Paisley, B. (2009, January 27). Brad Paisley-Waiting on a Woman. Retrieved September 23, 2014.