Crystal's BackStory

Chapter 5

Crystal made frequent visits to Megatron and Orion after meeting up with both at the Pits. They brought her joy when she was brought up to believe she shouldn't, she had avoided seeing Ratchet, afraid of him, almost. Afraid she wouldn't be able to speak to him.

"So, if I were to convince the public, if I overthrew the old guard, they'd still be on my side?" Megatron questioned, Crystal had been working with him in his political stance ever since he left the pits. Hoping to help him become a Prime.

"Yes. The ones who follow you follow you because of your ideals and mindset." Crystal gave him the D-pads with all her research on the matter.

"Alright.. thank you for your help, Crystal. I really owe ya one." Megatron smiled.

"No problem Megatron.." Crystal smiled at him, before turning to walk away over to a shelf, ending up tripping over a vase, falling into a dresser, "Scrap!" She hissed.

"Crystal?! You okay?" Megatron questioned, walking over quickly, Crystal being okay, mostly, a few shards of the vase was in her ped.

"Y-Yeah... I just need to get to the medics bay..." Crystal chuckled.

"A reason to see the Medic Ratchet finally." Megatron chuckled, helping her up, "Do you need me to walk you there?" Crystal laughed.

"No, I don't, I can make it there on my own, thank you Megatron." Crystal limped out of the room, with every weakened step she took with her wounded leg, she got even more and more anxious to see Ratchet. She was scared to meet him again, she was scared his Father would come in and get angry at her. She limped into the medic's bay, the smell of the cleanliness reaching her, and soothing her. The place always had such a welcoming vibe to it, although all the memories she had of it were tainted by death. She limped to the recepticon, who looked up at her.

"Hello, and what is the issue today?" He spoke.

"Uh... I need to be seen about my Ped, it's um... got shards of glass in it." Crystal muttered enough for him to hear, but she was screaming to be quiet on the inside.

"Oh. Alright, Medic Ratchet is open to see you, or you can go for the rookie Medic." Crystal pondered it, and sighed. 

Ratchet would be more trustworthy, he did graduate from the Medical Academy. Crystal sighed again.

"I'll go to Ratchet."

"Alright. Room #178." Crystal nodded as the recepticon sent a message to Ratchet reporting he had a new patient and their condition. Crystal looked at the numbers on the wall.

"Number 172... Number 174... Number 176.... Ah-Ha! Number 178!" Crystal shouted in glee before composing herself and walking in. Ratchet turned with a stoic expression.

"Good Mid-Cycle, and what is-" Once Ratchet's optics fell upon her, he gaped, "Crystalli-"

"I go by Crystal.. and can you help me out Doc? I'm kinda leaking precious Energon." Ratchet gaped at her sudden harsh words, but nodded, motioning her to sit on the metal gurney.

"Don't call me Doc. And, how did this happen?"

"Well. I was talking to my friend when I decided to walk while being distracted.. tripped, and fell into a dresser that had a vase on it."

"Oh Primus. You've always been clumsy." Crystal got angry all the sudden.

"How would you know? You never stayed around long enough to find out anything about me."

"Crystal. Orion talked fondly of you whenever he would mail me when I had left." Ratchet started to work on her ped, "And you must believe that it wasn't me who hated you. It was my father. If I had the choice I would've loved to hang out." Ratchet smiled slightly letting his guard down a bit for his childhood friend. Crystal looked at him in shock.

So he never wanted to leave from hanging out. He's also clearly well trained. He started to patch up her leg, having all the shards of glass out already, before finishing her ped off.

"How about after my work I take you out somewhere to make up for all the time I lost hanging out with you?" Crystallina gaped at the sudden question before nodding happily.

"Sure, Medic." Crystallina waved goodbye to him before leaving. She had no idea why her spark fluttered whenever he looked at her. She couldn't imagine why though, so she proceeded to be curious about it. She pondered on it her whole walk home. Yes. She walked more than drove. When she arrived Stonetron greeted her.

"Back home? How was your day Crystal?" He smiled.

"It's been fine, sir." Crystal noted not to tell Stonetron of today's happenings.

"What happened to your ped?" Stonetron glaced at the patched up ped.

"I..." Crystal didn't know how to lie about this, "A Turbofox attacked me and left pretty deep cuts so I went and got patches to patch myself up."

"Oh. Alright." Stonetron smirked, knowing she lied. But let her have the win of her doing it herself, even if Ratchet contacted him, "How is your old city doing?"

"Well. A lot of the sparklings are excited that they get to turn the pits into a playground arena, and the medics have more recruits for the medical field than they did last Stellar Cycle." Crystal smiled slightly, "And my old home is halfway paid off from the work I've been doing."

"Work?"

"Yeah. I work with Megatron.  The gladiator of the pits of Kaon." Stonetron's optics widened before he chuckled.

"Oh wow. It's just like your amount of awesome to be his apprentice. Does he teach you his moves from the pits?"

"No. We only work on his political stance, he wants to become a prime to make all Cybertronians equal, for how unequal the higher ups are being to the lower classes."

"Well. He has a very valid point of stance. He seems good enough for me. He has my vote when he approaches the Council."

"Thanks, Stonetron." Crystal started to walk off towards her room, "I'm gonna watch some old home videos, okay?"

"Alright. Don't stay up too late watching them." Crystal looked back at him and nodded. Stonetron's spark ached. He knew she missed her home, he knew she missed her father. But until he taught her how to travel to the All spark in her recharge, the videos her brother and father recorded are all she had. He had recovered them from the bins behind her old home when they moved all the stuff out. It was the only thing he could salvage.

Crystal walked into her room, and smiled to see the D-pad projector was still in the same place, next to her metal gurney, or bed. So she sat down cross-legged, and turned on the projector, sliding in the first D-Pad as it started to project onto the wall.