“What do you want me to do here?!” slamming his opened palms on the table, Ratchet stared at Elita-one with angry look, his processor runinig a mile per hour. “I am doctor, not some kind of Magician! What do you want me to do here! With -with with this thing!”
Never in years of his activity he would even imagine that he will be dealing with this. He sort of expected that sooner or later one of the miners would be a bit more troublesome, like Orion Pax, he expected Wheeljack, he expected thign that could happened, but never this. Letting out an exhausted groan, Ratchet look down at the small cage that housed small creature, cybertronian alike, just different. Their small beady eyes sparkled with intelligence, snooping around the new environment, while keeping to the furthest corner, away from him. Leaning down on the table, medick took a lcoser look, before standing up and throwing glares at nurses, who quickly ran away. This new thing sure is getting a lot of unnecessary attention
“I am aware Ratchet, but I really have no other choice” folding her arms on chest, fem bot shifted her weight from one peds to another “Prime is digging though archive in hopes of finding anything about this one, so we really need some kind of medical attention.”
“And what do you want me to do?! I can’t cut the open unless you want them dead! They are a new life to me, I will have to cut them open just to see what makes them tick! So what do yoou want me to do, huh?!”
“I can try to help” letting a groan, Ratchet quickly grabbed the wrench ready to toss it in to Wheeljack, who pooped from behind doorframe, his blue “ears” glowing as always while his optick shined with excitement. Of course this idiot will be happy to try some experiments, which Ratchet was not to ecstatic to allow. As soon as this bot got his T-cog, he become a frequent visitor of the med-bay, with his experiments always ending in explosion or some other bodily harm. And now he just hang around, trying something else. “Oh, what is this cute little thing”
“Not sure,” Elita shrugged, taking a step back. Even if Wheeljack was accident-pron, he was still smart and two helms is better then one “but their name is Scraplet for now. I can’t keep calling them thing and little thing. So, you said you can help?”
“Sure can” Wheeljack tapped on glass, sending small thing running away from one side to another, eyes on him, confused and scraed “What if we scan it? Maybe it can give us some answers, even if a small percentage”
“This is---” Ratchet raised his voice, ready to snap when he stopped “Not to bad of an idea. Alright then, lets do this then.”
Sleeping on hard surface was very uncomfortable, even with hand under your head – your back ached with pain, sides screamed at you for even daring to sleep on hard surface and headache drilled in to your mind like crazy. Rubbing your eyes, you pushed your self off the gorund with a groan, eyelids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, despite the rest. Smacking your dry lips, you looked around, knowing well then you will have to communicate to metal giants your need in one way or another if you want to survive on this planet. It will be hard, with language barrier, you just prayed that they saw you at least as something smart, not some dumb new pet. Last night, after what you can guess was a destressing session for Pink, you were taken to another room, that looked to much like a bedroom, even if all of it was made out of metal. She took you to her room for a god night rest, putting you back in to container and laying on huge metal bed to rest, quickly fallign asleep, without moving or breathing, making you shiver with creepy chills. And even in the morning, she still did not change her position, still laying on her back, hands by her sides, face peaceful and with no emotions. Taking a deep breath, you let a sad sigh, sucking in the pain from your hungry stomach, left with not other option but wait for pink one to wake up and decide what will happen next. Surprising it did not take to long for Pink to wake up, optick snapping open and getting up, stretching from the good night rest, mumbling something and ignoring your existence for a bit, leaving the room, then returning with same box you were in, only with glowing liquid you’ve seen outside and poked with stick, drinking it. Okay those thing can eat and drink, making you a bit worry for your own safety, observing carefully every step bot made, still ignoring you, talking to no one while tapping on the head. Was she using some kind of built in radio in her head, you had no idea, she turning toward you and walking up. Trying not to look to tense, you just looked up, trying to save all the energy you had in your body, blinking slowly. Pink one leaned on table your cage was placed, still with one hand on the head, talking, coking head side to side it then tapped on the glass with her metal finger, saying something loud and clear.
At first you did not understood what it meant, but then it pointed at you, repeating the same thign, again and again. Was it calling you something? You had no idea, but maybe it will be best to show some reaction, getting up when she said one more time, walking over. She smiled, clearly happy that you showed a reaction, reaching in and scratching your head, moving slowly to the side and under your chin. It then spoked to the air again, taking hand of her head and wrapping two hands around cage lifting it up. Yep, you learned quickly it will best to seat down as to not slide around, no mater how carful Pink was. She carried your cage through huge place, with more bot’s on the way, more shapes, more sizes and all different colours, a few same, bust still different. They all started momenteraly at you, grumbling something to pink one or saluting, meaning that your assumption about Pink being some kind of higher up was right. Does it mean Blue WAS some kind of king around here. You did not see yellow bot though, kind of happy that you will not be tossed around. Pink walked to the huge doors, pressing a button, signalling to them to opened up with a magnificent view.
Shining in golden glow, an alien city was buizy with life. There were buildings hanging of the sealing of the huge cave that seemed to have no end in sight. The building reminded you of skyscraper in New York, just upside down. Then there was other structures, build normally, with lights in the windows, antennas and other things. You can see also train, weaving in between building in air, going up and down, leaving some space for flying machines to go peacefully on their path. The lift strated moving, quickly descending, you able to feel your guts shift a bit with sudden speed, like on one of those carnival rides, yet you were still were enamoured with what you were seeing on the ride down, not really worried about where you are being taken now. Once you reched the bottom, the door sit open and Pink walked in to streets, heavily populated with bots, who did not really cared about you or Pink one, to focused on their own life, walking in and out of building, hand filled with something or empty, running or walking, reminding you of a city streets on Earth, filled with life. You become even more ecstatic at fact that Pink went to platform, still holding you, waiting for the train, that you watched closely, able to see tracks form in mid air, forming path for train of enormous size. All the bots walked in, taking seat or standing grabbing on to rails, with doors closing and train moving, gliding though the city, giving you more scenery. Finally, after all the rides and path, you finally reached some kind of place, filled with same monotone coloured bots, with crosses, tending to other bots, moving them on glididng gurneys. The place felt clean and organized, with voice coming from speaker. Okay, so you were brought to alien hospital, eyes darting around at what you can only guess were nurses, all doing random tasks. Pink walked over to the reception, putting you on table while starting conversation with nurse, then taking you and going in to hallway. This is when you were brought to a new room, with huge table, strange equipment laying around neatly and organized, able to smell chloroform in the air and a new bot. He had the same colours as nurses – red and white, but with blue “windows” in his chets, that’s the only thing you can describe them. His hand were red and on his head was a set of red small horns. He seemed to be happy to see Pink, eyes quickly shifting on you in confusion, your cage placed in front of him on table and the conversation started. It relay did not take to long for “Red horns” to start yelling and slaming his hands on table, pointing at you time to time, propably getting angry at Pink for brining you to sterile environment. It leaned, staring at you. Than came another one, this one had long flat ears and he seemed to be interested as well. Unlike Red horns, Elf clearly did not belong to hospital, covered in burns and scratches, chattering with Red Horns while Pink finally took a step back, letting two “doctors” do what ever with you.
Alert, you huddled in to corner, not knowing what else is happening, eyes glued to Elf while Red was retrieving something from many cabinets, grumbling like an old man. It came over with something flat in his hand, tapped on it and directed at you, making you press your self in corner, shaking your head.
“Oh hell nah, nah nah nah, stay away, what ever this is stay AWAY!” you raised your voice, screaming now, panicking when the thing was brought closer. There is no where to run, so you though your hands up, shielding your self, closing eyes and getting ready to be hurt. You heard some noise, bright light and then.... nothing. Confused, you opened one eye, watching as line of light went down your body, navigated by Red horns, moving slowly, then go up, momenteraly blinding you, making you jerk and rubbed your eyes. The light went over your body a few times, you getting confused. It stopped with a beeping noise and red horns lifted the machine to his head, staring at it with confusion before reching for you. You did not wanted to see where it will go, bolting ay from the hand, missing it by inch, but being small did not mean quick, robot quickly wrapped his hand around your torso, not squeezing and lifted up. It bubbled again, his other hand putting console down and reaching behind you, turning over and then hooking under your suit. You started screaming again, wriggling as the suit started groaning against your skin and metal fingers, hearing the seams groan and tear, able to feel fabric stretch and rip, slowly being pilled of you like some kind of banana skin, no matter how hard you protested, leaving you only in “PJ”- a blue suite that you wore under the suite to keep you warm. But even it was not spared, quickly stripped of you, leaving in only undies. You swore at them like a sailor, punching and kicking the hand and when they put you down, you covered your personal bits with shame, running for the corner and huddling in it, glaring with anger and hatred at two bots who seemed to be interested in your clothes. You just let them study it, because right now you are very much emberesed with your body being naked, with nothing to cover up. Pink chuckled quietly at you while one of “doctors” finally reacted to your predicament, leaving to quickly return with cloth, handing it over you, which you snapped quickly, scaring the BOT to pull back from how fast you snatched covering, looking at red horns.
After peeling strange layer off the real body, both scientist bend over the covering, mumbling in between them self, momenteraly reuniting with reality to replace fabric for little one, who seemed to be ashamed to be seen without it around their body, snatching it so fats, Wheeljack stumbled backwards, making Elita-One chuckle. Two scientist spend a few more seconds over the fabric, Ratchet taking it to one of many equipment’s he had, examining it under his microscope, moving it with pincers, letting a few gasps.
“So?” tiered of not having answers, Elita finally made her known “Any ideas?”
“Well, first thing first,” Walking over, Wheeljack lifted small one up, who fought as they were lifted up by him, no longer liking him “This is an organick life form. The reason Prime can not find much about it is because it is so rare to come across it, they were considered a myth. They are fragile, easily hurt, incredibly week compared to our kind and require more intense maintenance to function”
“And why are you so interested in their outer layer armour?” coking her eyebrow, Elita reached for Scraplet, who seemed to be happy to be in her hands, reaching their small servos towards her, relaxing once presed against her chest, curling in to them self “they don’t seem to be happy about it.”
“Mostly because of what came up on the scan” Ratchet replied, tapping a few buttons and bringing the vision of microscope to every ones view. Opticks growing wide, ELtia took a step back, little one still nestled in to her safety. As Ratchet cut carefully in to strange material and pealed it away, a layer of wires opened up to every ones view, connecting to boxes, small screens and other things. How did it ended up in the suit and how did the small one build it, can it hold answers about them? Question rushed through Elita’s processor like crazy, slowly looking down at Scraplet, who lifted their head up with soft eyes, pure and unaware. ”It seemed despite being organick, those small things are smart. Can not say for sure if this one is” Pulling from microscope, Ratchet sighed as Wheeljack tried to pet the small thing, who only hid away form him in Elita’s servos, letting angry chirps out. “But if we tinker around with this primitive technology, we might uncover their language and translate it. For now it is hopples to even try to communicate.”
“Hmm...” Elita sighed heavily, letting her servo run up and down the back, able to feel small bumps along the back. “any thign else I should know?”
“Well for starters as organick life from it needs a lot of attention. I heard one of elites used to have an organick life form and it was not so easy to take care of them – basicaly requiring around the clock care. Yet he was able to find all the necessary purchase”
“And where do I get it?” feeling something bad about to happened, Elita clenched her servos aorund the small squishy being, watching two scientist exchange glares.
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“Welcome to my humble shop!” a dark coloured bot greeted them, clapping his servos and rubbing them together, watching as well known fem-bot graze his footsteps. It was no secret that Elita returned from patrol with something and that this something was small and strange. More interestingly LongClaw was ready to pay him big price to try and steal from her just to get his servos on small creature, of course Swindle planned to keep small thign for him self, seeing how much attention it got, planning to turn it to mascot for his business, but now he had to backtrack, his opticks carefully watching every step fem bot took, carrying small being in their arms like some kind of sparkling.
She knew something was wrong when two smartest bot’s went quite, staring at each other. Sending her to well known crook for supplies for Scraplet was very stupid, yet no one around the whole Iacon had necessary equipment she needed, and Swindle was famous to be able to get anything, for a high price it is. If she could, she would shut him down and his little boutique, yet the slimy salesman was able to find every legal loophole to keep his shop open, scamming poor bot’s out of their hard earns credit. She already can see a lot of contraband, pilled in boxes and tucked away in shelfs, all shinning at her with prideful shine. Yet she is not here to try dig some dirt on him, she actually need his help. Walking up to the counter, she looked at purple visor, holding back her pride to not punch him square in his faceplate.
“I was informed you have something that I am looking for” Letting Scraplet down, she still kept a close optick in them, not allowing to winder of to far “Specifically for something as this one.”
“AH yes, organick life form,” scratching his chin, Swindle leaned down, focused on the small thign that immideatly running for safety, away from him, but he can win any ones love, all he needs is to bribe them. Still smiling, he reached in to his hub-space, looking for something small, incredibly small. Took some time, but he did found it, pinching it inbetween his thumb and pointer digit, puling out and holding it in front of small thign, shaking it for a second to get their attention even more. The bait worked as small ones eyes grew wide and they glanced up at Elita, then back at his hand, taking a hesitant step forward “Free of charge” he chuckled, moving it closer and small one quickly snatched it, though this time not hiding, just hugging small packet like a nugget of gold, nodding at him with gratitude “Well then you came to the right place” straightening up, he addressed Elita-One “I have every thing you need – water, food, new cage, some fabric for them as I learned first hand this little organick creature value they privacy and being seen without clothing is basicaly as being seen without armour” Counting in his mind how much he can scam Elita-one for, salesman started walking aorund his shop, reching in to boxes and fishing out the product, all under watchful optick of pink bot while he can hear small organick ripping in to small snack he gave them, retuning to the counter with every thing and ready to pitch his sale
“Fragg” letting a heavy sigh, Elita set down on the birth, settling new cage and it’s new resident on the night stand, rubbing her face. After visiting Swindle and getting everything small creature needed, she was surprised at how much care Scraplet needed, and the ride back was not without incident, now that she actually had a cage, every bot paid attention to her and you, wanting to see what strange creature she found. Hearing something squawk, she pulled servo away from her servo, looking up. Inside new cage, Scraplet was having fun, running around, looking in to other small boxes, especialy happy with one of the boxes, apparently a disposal unit for small one to clean them self up and do other organick stuff. Taking in a deep inhale, she sighed, smiling a bit. Maybe it is worth all the trouble.
