This What if was inspired by the AO3 story The Last Prime is on Pandora: A New World by user ReaperSon7743 or Tumblr user @thereapersson
Disclaimer: This is just a What If and will diverge from ReapersSon7743's plan. We're, @nightmyst14-blog and I, are just being silly. The character Seze belongs to ReapersSon.
Polaris: Here it is! The medbay!
Na’vi: Hm. *looks around* I haven't seen one of these in a long time. Are you sure this is a good idea?
Polaris: Oh, the Ratchets aren't that bad. *Pauses* Most of the time.
Na’vi: *chuckles* Is that so? You get in trouble with them often?
Polaris: Not just me. But at least two of them treat me like I'm a sparkling, Curo and Doc. Meanwhile, Requies gets mad with me every time I step in the medbay. And the Ratchet from my world, Caduceus, is still learning from Apollo on his medical skills that he can't protect me from Requies.
Polaris: Um…Well…let me show you.
*Polaris opens the medbay door and takes a pedestep in. All of a sudden, Requies slides in with a wrench.*
Requies: Polaris, I swear to Primus, if you got another dent today, I'll be strapping you to the berth for the rest of the decacycle!
Polaris: See? I did nothing and I got yelled at!
Na’vi: I see, you were correct. *looks at Requies, gives him a nod* Oel ngati kameie, zeykoyu. Polaris is not injured, he just brought me here. (I see you, healer)
Requies: *looks up to see Na’vi, drops wrench* Oh! You must be the Optimus Curo was talking about. Um…Hello. *Awkwardly nods back*
Sage: *chuckles* We were hoping you would do a check up on Na’vi here. He hasn't been to a medic in…a long time.
Na’vi: That is correct. I feel that I am stable, but it doesn't hurt to get a second opinion.
Requies: Very well. Jump on the berth and we'll start the examination.
Polaris: *notices this* What's wrong, Na'vi?
Requies: Is there something wrong with the berth? Or are you scared of my tools?
Royal: *notices* Is Curo in by chance?
Na’vi: *vents, nods* Forgive my reluctance, you may be a fellow Ratchet and I hold no doubt in your skill but..I would feel more comfortable with the one that looks like my own. As said, I haven't interacted with a Cybertronian medic since…him.
Requies: I see. Well, he was doing something but I can see if he's available to examine you.
*Requies leaves, leaving the Optimi alone. Polaris looks over at Royal, who's just avoiding optic contact*
Royal: *leans against the wall, arms crossed*
Polaris: How did you know Royal? How did you know Na'vi wanted to Curo?
Royal: I mean, he's clearly me. ..slightly. And given what you told me of his first reaction to Curo…
Sage: In other words, just like Royal, he won't take anyone as a medic if it's not Curo.
Royal: Seriously? It took you that long to figure out?
Polaris: I mean… *shrugs* I just got whoever was available to treat my wounds back home. So I assumed that others were the same too. I guess that only applied to miners.
Polaris: *sticks his glossa out at Royal*
Sage: Alright. *Stood in between Royal and Polaris* Let's not start something while we're in the medbay. Unless you want Doc’s wrath.
Polaris: *huffs but nodded*
Na’vi: *sits himself up onto the berth*
Curo: Hello again, Na'vi. Are you here for your checkup?
Na’vi: Yes, that would be correct
Sage: We figured since he's here, we might as well get his medical records updated and done. We don't want a mess like Polaris’.
Curo: I see. Very well. If he's anything like Royal, I'll do this quickly. *Lifts Na'vi’s helm up* Let's see if your optics still work well. *Turns on a penlight into Na'vi’s optics*
Na’vi: Hmm. *his optics dilate, almost glow*
Curo: Optics look fine. I have to assume that you adapt them to your current planet’s light sources. Alright, *pulls out a metal popsicle stick* open your intake.
Na’vi: That would be correct. It's bright, even at night.… *open mouth*
Curo: *sees the sharp dentas* Oh, you definitely had to adapt. *Place the popsicle stick on his glossa to get a better look* It doesn't seem like this is causing any issue in your intake. But I will need to know what you refuel on in order to get dentas like this. *Pulls the popsicle stick away* Alright, please lay down. *Walks over to the computer* I'll need to see how your spark chamber is doing.
*Na’vi lays down while Curo types away.*
Curo: *place a scanner above Na'vi’s chassis* Hmm. Let's see what we're working with…
*Showing up on the screen is Na'vi’s spark.*
Curo: Hmm. Looks normal. A bit stronger than Royal’s but nothing too out of the ordinary.
Curo: Now…I do need to check your tank and gestation chamber. *Nervously looks at Na’vi.* Is that okay?
Na’vi: Yes, that is fine.
Curo: Huh…Now that's not a Royal response. *Moves the scanner above Na'vi's lower chassis*
Curo: *Looks at the screen* Hmm.
Curo: Well, your gestation chamber is fine…just…what is that in your tank? *Turns the screen to show stuff in Na'vi's tank*
Royal: *confused as he looks at the screen* Is.. is that..?
Na’vi: Scrap metals I've found.
Polaris: What? I'm curious.
Na’vi: *shrugs* Better after I had some oranges with it. Your dimension has little of the plants and fruits I've grown used to.
Sage: You can eat organic food?
Royal: Honestly, they're not bad…
Curo: I… *points at Royal* I'll come back for you. But Na'vi…what else have you fueled on for the past few stellar cycles?
Na’vi: Well… not out of need, but nostalgic reasons. I eat it due to it reminding me of Cade. I've eaten metals and oils found scattered along Eywa’eveng. Not deposits but.. Pieces of discarded tech due to …*frowns, looks away* Sky People.
Polaris: Sky people? Are they like the Na'vi?
Na’vi: *shakes his helm* No. It is what the Na’vi call humans.
Royal: *shocked* Humans? I thought they only existed on Earth.
Na’vi: Nope. They managed to come to Pandora. But… *frowns* Most.. are not friendly to the Na’vi.
Polaris: Why? Why would they be mean to them? It's the Na’vi's home. Shouldn't they respect it?
Sage: Humans…they are…complex at times. Not all are friendly like the human children or our allies.
Na’vi: Hmph, Sage is correct, ma Polaris. It's not all, but…The humans I've been dealing with are not as kind as you think.. They don't respect the balance of life like the Na’vi do.. The machines they make… the fighting… *vents* They weren't the humans I once agreed to protect on Earth.
Polaris: Those humans sound a lot like the Quintessons. *Fidgets with his digits*
Na’vi: You're not far off. Stories of their destruction are known amongst the Na’vi, at least a big and certain group of them. Hm, even at first, a few in my clan thought I was from them. A demon they called me.
Polaris: Hmm. *Looks discouraged*
Sage: But don't worry about it now. All humans here are our friends and they won't backstab us. *Pats Polaris' helm*
Na’vi: *nods* He’s right. The Olo’eytke, or leader, saw through my worn and battered self and shared a vision with me. She saw me through my spark and saw I wasn't a threat to her or any Na’vi. She offered me to stay and learn from her people, and eventually to be a part of the clan as one of them.
Polaris: I see. *Looks at the screen*
Royal: How about we continue with the check up?
Curo: Right. *moves the scanner away* Go ahead and sit up. I just need to check on your processor and joints.
Curo: *takes out a cable* Let's connect this to your processor and see if no code is corrupted.
Na’vi: Ah right. *reaches up behind his helm, pulls up a long partly organic cable from behind him*
Royal: *optics wide, shocked* What is that…?
Sage: *points at the back of his helm* The…cable coming from the back of your helm… What are they?
Na’vi: Oh, my kuru? *connects it to the cable* It allows me to connect with other Na’vi I am close to and to Hometree.
Polaris: Can we… *slowly reaches from behind his helm*
Na’vi: Ah no. I was given this.
Sage: By the clan leader?
Na’vi: Nope. By Eywa herself.
Polaris: The Primus of the planet Na’vi lives on. More or less.
Na’vi: More or less, but correct.
Curo: …Right…Okay…Um…We…Um…
Curo: *shakes off the confusion* Right. Processor. *Starts running program.*
Royal: Anything…off Curo?
Curo: Nothing out of the ordinary. *pictures of Cybertronian and Earth buildings flash on the screen* Trauma code, temper code, carrier code, the violence toward Megatron code…
Polaris: Is that really coding you need? The violence toward Megatron? The trauma?
Royal: From our world…yes.
Sage: …You really need help…
Curo: And then we reach the portion where you don't live on Earth. *pictures of Eywa’eveng flash on the screen, especially a pretty blue organic femme* And…there's no problem there either. Looks like your processor is fine. Now…*gulps* the joints.
Sage: *pulls Polaris a bit away*
Polaris: Huh? What's wrong? Why are you nervous about Na’vi's joints?
Curo: Well…joints tend to be a bit of a challenge with Royal because- *touches a spot on Na’vi’s elbow, causing him to unintentionally swing. Curo dodges in time* that happens.
Sage: Royal’s joints are a bit…sensitive. So his frame reacts…like that.
Polaris: … *looks at Royal* Megatron?
Royal: *snaps his digits and points at him* Yup.
Na’vi: Hm, haven't seen him in stellar cycles. I'm pretty sure he's offline by now.
Royal: *mutters* That would be amazing.
Curo: Unfortunately, he is not offline. *gently tests his knee joints* He’s very much online. No matter how much Royal offlines him.
Na’vi: Hmph.. he's gone in my world. I offlined him and took out his spark…. And his ship exploded when I was trying to escape.
Royal: … *thinks about it*
Sage: You are not doing that.
Royal: I didn't say anything!
Sage: You were thinking about it! And what if it didn’t work out?! You would be stuck in a ship with your ex- *pauses when Royal glared at him and quickly clears his throat* enemy. With your enemy and who knows what you two would do! Especially after the past few decacycles!
Polaris: Oh…Right…That issue…The whole Megatron and you being-
Royal: *growls* Don’t you dare bring that up! *points at Na’vi* Especially in front of him!
Na’vi: *freezes, looks at Royal* He’s your what??? We were just Amica- brothers in my universe!
Royal: *bristles* NOTHING!!! DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT!!! *Na’vi flinches*
Curo: *nervous* Dear Primus…
Sage: *slowly approaches him* You’ll…have to tell him the truth.
Royal: *optics widened* You can’t be serious…
Polaris: He deserves to know! It’s bad enough we’re keeping this from the Bumblebees! And Na’vi is an Optimus! He needs to know!
Royal: … *looks at Na’vi with anger in his optics* As if I would ever tell him the truth. *starts storming out*
Polaris: Royal! Wait! *follows Royal*
*The duo walks out of the medbay, leaving the three bots alone.*
Curo: *sighs* Royal… *looks at Na’vi* Sorry about that Na’vi. Royal…is a bit sensitive about the topic of Fiend, the Megatron from his world.
Na’vi: Hmm.. *looks away* I can understand that.
Sage: Still, he should apologize for that outburst. Even when the others found out about…the situation, he never snapped like that. Even with Princely’s- *stopped by Curo*
Curo: *looks over at Na’vi, worried* …What do you know about Princely, Na’vi?
Na’vi : *looks unnerved, looking off to the side* I am aware that his creation was different than how I acquired him.
Curo: Yes. Your Elita-One was your Bumblebee’s Sire while in Royal’s world, she’s Princely’s stepsire. Now what did you figure out with our Megatron?
Na’vi: …His Megatron and him had a different relationship than what I had with mine.
Curo: *nods* Yes. They were close friends growing up. Training together to be Prime and Protector. And… *looks away for a bit*
Na’vi: And… *optics widened* They got Conjunx Endura…And…That means his Bumblebee…
Curo: …Yes. Fiend is Princely’s Sire.
Curo: This happened just before the war started. When Fiend was getting more and more power hungry, he and Royal… *clears his voice box* had a few interface moments before it got worse.
Na’vi: And…Does this Fiend know-
Curo: Primus no! He doesn’t know about Princely being his. And Royal wants to keep it like that. And yes, Princely doesn’t know as well.
Na'vi: Why would he keep it a secret?
Sage: He… *starts rubbing his arm*
Na’vi: Ma Sage, you also said “we” earlier. Why is that?
Curo: *place a servo on Sage’s shoulder*
Sage: *vents in* I am also in the same situation as Royal. I am my Bumblebee’s carrier and his sire is also Megatron, Gladiator is his name here. And just like me, Royal is ashamed of his relationship with his Megatron. He isn’t happy about letting Fiend get close to him and falling in love with him. He’s…embarrased to talk about it. And to hear that your Bumblebee’s Sire is Elita-One… *looks concerned*
Curo: Right…That. He must have gotten frustrated with that news. *Continue checking up on Na’vi.*
*Navi looked down at his servos. He’s silent as Curo keeps going. He thinks about what the duo said about Royal.*
Na'vi: *thinking* (Ma Royal…Why did you fall in love with your Megatron?)
*Twenty kliks later, Curo finishes up the check up.*
Curo: There we go. Everything is up to date. You are now able to travel into the unknown territory for both group and solo scouting missions.
Na’vi: *nods his helm* Thank you, ma Curo. I appreciate you checking my health.
Curo: *smiles* Of course old friend. Just promise me that you won't get into any more trouble.
Na'vi: I make no promises.
Curo: *vents but still smiles* I figured. Royal always did have trouble staying out of trouble.
*Na'vi smiled and was about to say something…when the door to medbay opened up and Phantom's helm popped in.*
Phantom: Hey, is- *Sees Curo, Sage, and Na'vi.* Ah! There you guys are!
Sage: Phantom? You're back so soon.
Na'vi: You're… *realized something, quickly standing up* Did you find her?!
Phantom: *smiles and nods* I keep my promises. *Steps in with an arrow in the tibulen and followed by Seze.*
Na'vi: SEZE!! *Jumps off the berth and runs to her*
Seze: OPTIMUS!! *Runs to Na'vi and jumps up into his arms* Oe thought oe lost nga! (I thought I lost you!)
Na'vi: *hugs her tightly* Oe nìhawng. Oe lu ngaytxoa oe could ke run nga 'awve. Oe rangal oe could have gone tsonta run nga. (Me too. I am sorry I could not find you first. I wish I could have gone to find you.)
Seze: *smiles, presses her hands on his faceplates* Ke'u ne tsap'alute si, ma yawne. Oe lu lefpom tsonta kame nga. (You have nothing to apologize for, beloved. I am just happy to see you.)
Curo: … *looks at Seze before looking at Phantom's tibulen* Why…
Phantom: *points at Seze* She shot me.
Phantom: Yeahh….It does slightly hurt.
Na’vi: Oh yeahh…. *looks at the arrow* You'll be fine.
Phantom: *looks at arrow* Better get it out before Onyx sees this. He'll have a spark attack if he sees this.
Curo: The last thing I need is an angry…*looks at Na'vi and Seze.* …Conjunx on my aft about it. Come on. *pats on a berth* Hop on.
Phantom: Thank you. *limps over at the berth* Paladin and Apollo are currently talking with Big Rig about this femme. And Nurse June Darby is on her way to check on her. *sits on the berth before Curo starts checking in his tibulen*
Sage: In that case, *starts dialing comm link* I’ll start dialing the others to reschedule meeting other bots until both Na’vi and Seze get comfortable.
Na’vi: Thank you. *looks to Seze* Ke ne sngum, Seze. Ayfo ke kxu ayoe, pxay lahe oe lu tstunwi ulte stxenu zongtseng (Don’t Worry, Blue flower. They will not harm us, the other mes very kind and offer us refuge.)
Seze: Vrrtep oe toltem an swizaw ro peng oe fìtxan nìteng. Slä tsun ayoe lu am'ake ayfo tsun ke kxu ayoe? (The demon I shoot an arrow at has told me so as well. But can we be sure they won't harm us?)
Na’vi: *smiles* Oe will si am'ake ayfo won't tìsraw seyki nga. (I will make sure they won't hurt you.) You have my word.
Sage: *looks at the duo* (I hope the others don’t overwhelm her.)