// data log WJ.27.8.098 //
I’ve started repairs on Teletraan-1—nothing fancy yet, just enough to get the old processor humming again. Prime seems to be settling in well; he’s already made friends with two of the planet’s dominant lifeforms. They’re called humans—one male, one female. Fragile little things, but clever in their own way. He says they’re allies. I believe him. I don’t fully understand them yet, but I can see why he’d try.
I can’t stop staring at this planet’s plant life. All of it organic. Every leaf, every root, alive in a way Cybertron never was. Never thought I’d see something like this in all my cycles—and I gotta say, it’s incredible.
Ratchet and I have also started working on reviving the rest of the Autobots. Slow going, though. Starscream decided to throw a tantrum and attack a nearby human settlement—the human male labeled it “Alderfalls.” That little stunt set us back a good deal, and Ratchet is… well, Ratchet about it.
I worry about her. I always have. She doesn’t like accepting help, pretends my help is an annoyance. Maybe sometimes it is. But she saved my life once, back when we were both younger and the universe hadn’t taken so much from us yet. If she doesn’t want my help, I’ll give it anyway.