Transformers prime: The Liberator

It's Just A Cute Little... Scraplet

A/n: sorry it's a little late, been in intense pain for the last few days and haven't been able to spell check it properly.
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Arcee had felt strange ever since the battle on the space bridge, the femme bot had pains running throughout her frame. She however wouldn't tell Rachet after all he would bench her from frontline missions.

She awoke from stasis this morning dizzy a common element since the battle.
Images and flashes of y/n echoed through her mind.

In one of these flashes she was wearing her pre war colours of white and pink, he was silver and blue, he smiled.

It was then however that it all shifted.

She stood in an apartment on the outskirts of Kaon, it was her shared home with y/n.

"Arcee, Sentinel wants you for his own, he looks at you in ways a superior officer shouldn't, besides the legislation he is promoting is anti-Outlier, he would rather I be killed for a mutation I was born with!" his blue optics were sad as they met Arcee's own.

"he isn't like that besides, why do you care all you do is work?! You spent more time in those Primus-forsaken mines than here with me!" she shouted as he flinched his optics filling with anger, he shifted his body plates, allowing Arcee to see a section of his protoform, it was scarred and leaking energon. The scars were all horizontal and looked to have been old wounds that someone had struck once again.

"I work because I have no choice. They threatened you if I didn't comply, I fear that soon I may end up like the thousands of missing workers, why don't you understand that, not everything Sentinel says is good? He may have been given the rank of Prime but he never earned it. One of these cycles Arcee you are going to have to make a choice between us and him" his tone was firey and sombre at the same time.

"get out" she whispered her optics glaring at him, he stared in disbelief at Arcee's faceplate for a few moments he sighed and went to the door.

"I guess you've made your choice... And it wasn't me..." with these parting words he left as Arcee fell to the floor in tears.

Arcee was shaken from her memories by the sound of tyres exciting the ground bridge, wiping the tears from her optics she joined the rest at the main lobby of the base.

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"I told you Doc, We're Fine!" Bulkhead said pulling the cables from his chestplate and getting to his feet to which Rachet pushed him back down.

"the only way to be certain you're fine, Bulkhead, is endure standard defrosting procedure, you know prolonged exposure to sub-zero conditions can cause permanent system damage" The medic not lectured his well-intentioned glare boring into Bulkhead's faceplate. Jetfire who was leaning against the cave wall, let out a dry chuckle.

"It's no use wrecker the old scrap bucket won't budge" his accent came through rather clearly as when he said Wrecker it sounded like 'wrecka', Optimus and Arcee passed him as Bulked sighed in resignation.

"Rachet, have you learned anything more about our Arctic find?" Optimus asked as Rachet got up and walked towards one of the displays.

"Not yet, the pod can't be opened whilst it's frozen solid." whilst Optimus and Rachet began their discussion, Jetfire felt a chill run through his system, his optics glanced towards the camera showing the frozen pod as it had begun to thaw.

'where have I seen that before...' he thought his optics narrowing.

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Rachet opened the ground bridge before looking down at the scanner in his servos.