The Authoress

Chapter 4: New Sparks

Chapter 4: New Sparks

                Corvin’s vision was blurry as she awoke. The room she was in was dimmed for her sensitive optics. How nice.

Her helm ached something fierce as she became more aware. She smacked her lips at the lead like taste that coated her tongue as she sat up slowly. She groaned as her helm spun as she sat up a bit too fast. She sat still a moment as her vision cleared from the black spots. As the spots started to dissipate, she started to see where she was. Tan rock walls and gray cement floors, shelves lined the walls filled with doo-dads and what-not’s that she didn’t know of. A few consoles with strange markings and a primarily green back screen. She was on a large, stiff metal bed-thingy and another sat to the left. Corvin bet her bottom that it was a Medical Bay.

Though how she got here was a mystery. She could remember the past day, what she had done and… Who she had met. She withheld the almightiest of happy squeals. She had met Optimus-fucking-Prime, and his rag-tag gang of fighters. She was gonna be an Auto-bawt!! Corvin sang in her head as she swayed to a beat only she could hear. Her whole frame shivered in contained excitement and happiness. She stood and hissed. Looking down she saw her leg had been properly welded back on, and that most of her cuts were gone or barley even there. The dents and weird robot-bruise on her left leg were still there, though they looked better than they did before. Corvin peered over her shoulder to see her wings fully repaired and functional, if a bit sore. Wow, the medic is good.

Corvin took a few steps, working out the sore joints and taunt muscle cables. Raising her fist way over her head, she stretched out fully, flexing every cable and wire to expand as far as possible. She plopped back down into her regular stance and walked forward toward what she assumed was the door. She didn’t even touch it before it slid open, making her jump. She heard voices and stepped out completely.

She was in outpost Omega One. Everything was like how it was in the shows, with a few extra devices here and there along the walls; no doubt from Ratchet’s tinkering. She buzzed, she was gonna meet Ratchet as well! He was one of her favorites, throughout every series she had ever seen. He was awesome in Transformers: Animated, his grouchiness and just his personality in general was one she could get along surprisingly well with. Her optimistic ‘out there’ attitude seemed to go with the grumps, Domi could almost be considered one. She wasn’t a grump, so to say. She was more of a person who acted displeased and grumpy but was secretly laughing along. Corvin really loved that about her; she was always good for a laugh and never seriously got angry with Corvin. Corvin was just that damned lovable.

She wondered how Domi was holding up, and a questioning poke through the bond answered that she was alright. She poked through Vela’s connection to find her the same and sitting right in the room she was looking into.

“Corvin! You’re up!” The cat-look-alike pranced over to her, hugging her tightly around the waist. Corvin hugged back, patting her between the ears. She looked up and into the optics of every Autobot currently on Earth. She smiled at them, trying to contain her excitement. She couldn’t completely though as her wings fluttered while moving slightly up and down. A reddish-orange and white medic by the name of Ratchet had the corners of his lips turned up. The blue femme known as Arcee who happened to be the shortest here was smiling softly with a slightly cautious look in her bluish-purple optics. Bulkhead is large and green with black servos and a green mouth guard, he looked rather happy to see them, as did Bumblebee. Bumblebee was a rather bright shade of yellow that made Corvin blink a few times. He was adorable and everything, but she just did not like the color yellow. That left Optimus.