Sparked Love

Chapter 2

It had been a short while, June had stayed to keep an eye on the girl. She didn't look like a child, probably a whole head taller than Jack if Ratchet thought about it. Ratchet had his thoughts torn away from his work as June called out "She's waking up." This caused Optimus and Ratchet to walk back up to the berth, others come from their places too.

Her eyes fluttered to an open, her arm shielded her face from the bright lights above her head. Then her body gave sudden jerk, quick fluid motion, nearly knocking June over. Her body shook a little, like there was too much adrenaline going through her veins. Dark purple eyes, something that Ratchet found unsettling, it reminded him of Megatron's burning purple optics. But something in her eyes showed anger, fear.

This girl did something that no one thought possible. Her arms changed from a chocolate brown skin to silver, metallic guns. Eyes and guns blazing, guns aimed simultaneously at Ratchet and Optimus. This startled Ratchet but Optimus held to his calm stance.

"Be calm human. We are not here to harm you," his voice calm still, her weapons did not waver. The fire in her eyes seemed to burn brighter, "I am no human!" Everyone seemed to exchange glances, Optimus keeping a steady optic on this girl. She blinked a couple times, the room still, June hadn't even moved. She then realized who she was in the presence of. "Orion Pax?" her voice and weapons wavered this time. Ratchet pointed his optics at Optimus in confusion. Arcee was puzzled as to how this human - not human - knew their leader, they all were.

Optimus tentatively stepped forward. "I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots," his voice continued to be calm. "However, yes, I was once known as Orion Pax."

Her body shrunk back, away from the rest of the group. Her eyes growing dark, fearful. She had spoken to a Prime without respect, without dignity, and best of all, she had pointed her guns at him. Body freezing, she put her guns away quickly. She gave a pained yelp as she... transformed? She had a really compact frame since she was now higher than Bumblebee. She knelt on the ground, optics down cast. "My Prime, I've spoken out of line. Forgive me." One arm covered her knee, however, no skin showed. Only metal.

June, still on the berth, stood and spoke quietly, asking "What's your name?" The once girl turned mecha tensed, like she'd been struck. She sighed and responded, "Nightblade. A former gladiator of the Pits of Kaon." Arcee raised a brow and crossed her arms across her chassis.

Ratchet, being the medical mind that he was, he couldn't help himself from asking one question in particular. "Why or more preciously how did you take the form of a human?" His frame showed boredom however his optics showed genuine curiosity. Nightblade slowly rose from her state, enough to look the medic square in the optics. There was no malice in her optics, only a quiet hurt. "I'd rather not say..." She whispered. "I did what I needed to, when the human populace increased so quick, I needed to do something to keep... hidden." Nightblade turned her head away for a moment. "I knew it was stupid however, what did I have to lose? I already let the dark things take over my mind, thinking that everyone was dead... because of the war," voice still quiet.

"The war still plagues us," Optimus' low rumble brought her back, looking back towards him. There was no anger towards her that he showed. "But nevertheless, we are here."

Ratchet only half listened to the conversation that the two had started up. The other 'bots left them to it as well, June also left to go home. It did not really concern them really. But now Ratchet was thinking back, the name was familiar. He must have met her or heard of her at least once back on Cybertron. She was nothing important, he thought. Then why was the name familiar?

And even now, how'd she manage to take a human form? Would that make her cyber-organic or did she only manage to change how her skin felt to be less metallic? Those questions Ratchet may as well ponder until later. Or maybe it was nothing too important to consider?