Years, decades, millions of years that us autonomic robotic organisms also known as Cybertronians have been existing in the galaxy.
At first, we were unified, one people with different labors, more or less equal only equal in sparks and energon. A species may have differences but the power of a soul brings them together.
We lived joyfully. Cybertronians are no different than humans other than in anatomy. They need entertainment, a solid society with rules and a power of justice to lead them.
But nothing ever last forever does it ?
A sparkle of hate and jealousy can bring down the strongest policy
As equalities was corrupted, as the people were tired and furious, everything was auspicious for war.
And so it happened.
Two team leaded by powerful leaders, dancing in a destructive fire and ruining the planet we lived on.
Giving us the obligation to leave.
And here we are on Earth, crowded with flesh and bones pesty tiny organisms.
Humans..
Oh how i hate them. Unrespectful, arrogant, selfish, curious.
Primus sake, I could set a whole list about them.
They have done nothing but annoy us. Their primitive technology has nothing interesting to offer and their political bickerings are nothing more but games sparklings would play
Unfortunately
We had to enter in contact with them in order to hide from the population and the decepticons.
They were of course a bit.. reluctant at first
But a certain agent Fowler accepted our deal at the condition of watching us
We settled in an old bunker in the desert, with pitiful computers for us to use
No humans around, which was an excellent thing, finally some peace and quiet
Soon broken by three children discovering us
Rafael Esquivel, Miko Nakadai and Jackson Darby
Getting in the way when Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead went on a mission, they unfortunately had to bring them in order for them to be "safe".
My old and rusty processor couldn't believe it. By the allspark could this "new life" get any worse ?
They will never know the pain
They will never feel the fear of seeing someone you love to the deepest of your spark disappearing without any way of finding him back
They're humans
They don't know anything
How could they ? Their wars and conflicts never ended their planet
My medic mind and soul has seen things. Horrible, bloody, disastrous, painful things.
People counted on me. I never gave up. I helped them, i fixed them.
Those poor autobots, entering the last stable hospital like pouring acid rain in the warm days.
On the verge of passing out, they would painfully moaned and let out cries as us medics would attempt to appease their torments.
You wouldn't how that feels, would you, simple human ?
On calmer days, when the front was full of dust and remaining corpses too damaged to be saved, I would spend my free time writing.
Yes, kiddo, you heard me
Writing
Poems, reports, Historical stories
I would write to forget, to forgive
To love.
Love
What a curious feeling an old lonely dusty and rusty CMO like me can have
Yet still present
Our love was considered forbbiden, disgusting.
Our relationship and connection as a crime war
Easily executable
Easily catchable.
We did not care, as for us, nothing but this mattered.
We were quiet
Him as a merciless and demonic commander, never showed himself near my base nor my workplace. His red and yellow eyes, piercing into my frame like a predacon ready to jump on its next victim every time he stared at me, were always fascinating to me
I could perceive a sparkle of someone whose hope was long lost and dusty.
Who was i to judge ? If you were in my position, in my "pedes" as humans say, you would understand.
He had the soul of dark energon, servant of unicron, murderer of millions of Cybertronians, yet here i was having admiration.
His faction had never bothered me
His frame was built for war. And he would often offer me presents
But now
Where is he now ?
Only left of him is memories and those eyes
Is there a way of bringing back Cybertron ? Is there a way of bringing him back ?
Megatron has lost his mind. Optimus remind us about it often. And this war needs to end.
Can't a 4 millions Chief Medical Officer have peace and quiet ?
I miss home
I miss you
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Author here
It's my first time writing a story like this :)
This fanfic is based on personal things and tfp ratchet (his past mostly mixed with present, sort of flashbacks)
Because i love him a lot <3
Dedicated to my lover, if you read this i love youuuuu ♥♥♥♥💍
PS : "Him" is a mysterious character, an oc more precisely
This is somehow an AU where ratchet found love back when he was younger before becoming the lovely grumpy bot we know
Hope you enjoyed
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