Transformers Revenge of The Fallen: Descendant's Fortune

Chapter 2.

OPTIMUS...

Optimus had studied the young girl's face after picking her up and waited for her response to his question.
Her pale skin, long and dark brown hair, and electric blue eyes shined brighter than any human he had seen. She seemed really thin and her face was plastered into her fragile frame, she looked like the skeleton models Ratchet and the human medics studied over. That's not normal. Is it? How long was she like this?
"Kiaria." She had then whispered, sounding eager, but more shyly. "My name is Kiaria Lucia."
"Hello, Kiaria. My name is Optimus Prime." He paused his thoughts and greeted back.
After the young girl had touched his face so innocently and curious, then smiled after telling her name. It nearly made him do the same. Granted, he hadn't smiled in centuries and it only took this one human child to make him try all over again. He liked her. She's a special one.
"You've already met my medical officer, Ratchet." He then introduced.
Optimus waved towards him with his free hand, smiling the girl turns to Ratchet and nods in acknowledgement. Ratchet does the same.
"Greetings. We mean you no harm. Are you hurt? Do you need assistance?" Ratchet asked his question again.
This made the girl drop her focus as she then examined herself and stretched a few limbs. She shook her head at Ratchet and smiled, continuing to stretch herself out. As she stretched upwards, her shirt had lifted and the scarred skin underneath glistened. This shattered Optimus completely and he froze. Something wasn't right.
"Youngling, are you alright?" He asked in serious concern, starring at her abdomen.
The girl looked confused then looked down, following his gaze, and noticed her shirt. She gasped and her eyes widen, face turning red, she pulled her shirt down and began to shake and hyperventilate out of nowhere. She fell to her knees and held her stomach area tightly. Tears poured from her eyes as she began to cry.
"Sir, something is not right. She's going into a panic." Ratchet said mildly. "We need alert N.E.S.T and get Major Lennox."
"Agreed." Optimus said, he could only cradle the girl close to him.

He didn't how to calm her down as she continued to cry. She looked at him and sobbed uncontrollably, her blue eyes seemed to cry for help without any actual expression. He felt compelled to raise his free hand and held a finger towards her face, and as gently as he could, he wiped her tears. Her breathing faltered and her sobbing seemed to progressively slow down. He didn't how he was helping, but it seemed to work.
The girl shifted herself as she stared at him, still crying, she lifted her arms and held his finger towards her, she felt warm and fragile. He didn't seem to mind her embrace, this child was scared and was in need of help he knew only his human allies would take care of. Ratchet and Optimus left the alleyway, with the young girl in his hands.
She glanced around seemingly confused as to where they were going, but he didn't want to say anything that might stress her out more. Lennox and the rest of Team N.E.S.T were rendezvousing uptown from their current location. Along the way, a black and silver Autobot rolled up beside them.
"Ironhide." Optimus said.
"Optimus, has the Decepticon been disposed of?"
"Affirmative, my friend." He acknowledged.
"Decepticon punks, I hate those fu-" Ironhide's comment cut short to him noticing Optimus cradling the small human child.
"Uh, Optimus, what are you doing with that kid?" He asked.
"This is Kiaria. She was caught between me and the fight. I was a fool to not notice her and put her in harm's way."
"Don't beat yourself up, Prime, the little punk's seems fine, right? She looks like a tough one to me." Ironhide smiled at the young girl, she smiled at his opinion of her.
"Kiaria, this is Ironhide, my weapons specialist." Optimus introduced, the young girl smiled at Ironhide and held tighter to his finger.
"Be as it may, she needs medical attention." Ratchet had chimed in. "I wish to see that she is perfectly functional."
"We all do, Ratchet. We'll see that she is taken care of." Optimus confirmed.
They all headed uptown, where military vehicles and soldiers moved around. Most were sitting on standby, other were shouting and running around for orders to look for any survivors.
"Autobots accounted for, sir!" A random soldier shouted to his commander.