Who Guards the Guardians? (TFP/Bayverse crossover)

New Recruits Pt. 2

After everyone was repaired, Rachel sits down to allow Ratchet to look her over. Jazz had showed her a way to cover her spark signature from the doc-bot, and Ratchet was not happy about that. However, it made it possible for Rachel to make sure Ratchet wasn't favoring her health. Ratchet mutters something, and Jazz bursts out in laughter. Broadwing holds back a snicker and Rachel only sighs. As Rachet scans her and gives her a small cube of energon, Rachel gazes at Cliffjumper, who was standing against a wall, gazing around. 

"So... What's your story?" She says, gaining his attention. He looks at her curiously, and she sips the energon, then explains. "Ya know, since you know about ours and all..." She gestures around with the cube of energon to everyone in the room, then sets it against her chest. He notices this and gives her a soft, sad smile. "Sure... It's really simple. After Cybertron fell, I was one of the first launched off planet in hopes to land somewhere and start an outpost like this one. However, nearly every planet I neared or landed on was already controlled by 'Cons."

Everyone in the room, that being Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Wheeljack, listen closely. Ratchet even slows while he works and casts a quickly glance over his shoulder. "However, I did find one planet with a few survivors on it..." His optics dim as he lowers his head. "Unfortunately, the few of us that survived the ambush on the base were scattered... And that landed me here! I've gotta say, it's nice seeing some very familiar faces... And hearing one helped another even in death." His optics settle on Rachel on the last bit, and she sadly smiles back. Ratchet looks down at his servos, and everyone grows quiet.

"Way to go, ya big lug! You brought down the mood in everyone!"

Optics go wide in the entire base as a sound wave appears on screen, right over Rachel's spark. All eyes fall on the girl, then the screen as the voice appears again. 

"Wait, you all heard that?"

Rachel starts to stand, then her legs give out under her and her eyes swirl with dizziness. Ratchet, still in shock, doesn't see her begin to fall off the walkway, but luckily for the girl, a certain red mech was paying attention and easily catches her. "Easy there!" He says, and Rachel gazes up with a hand on her head. "Th-Thanks... Still tired from the battle I guess."

"Heh, yeah right. That's the understatement of the century." 

Finally, Ratchet speaks, the shock evident in his voice. 

"Jazz?"

"Yeah, doc?"

Ratchet's face brightens, despite the nickname, and he stutters. "I can't even begin to explain this! How are you..." Rachel feels Jazz shake his head, but he speaks before she can say anything. "Beats me. Last I checked, I was simply in Rachel's noggin. Wonder if you can hear him as well?"

At this, Arcee pipes in, walking over to the screens. "Hear who, Jazz?" Rachel smirks as she feels Broadwing enter her conscious mind. "I believe he is speaking of me, Arcee." His voice, deep and smooth, echoes through the base, and Rachel gazes at the screen. Her head was slightly pounding, but it was nice that Jazz could speak to everyone, and Broadwing could introduce himself. However, the girl closes her eyes and lays back in Cliffjumper's servo. He gazes at her in worry, and she waves her hand. "I finished the energon, I'm just resting now. Don't worry.... He'll... explain it more..." She points to the screen, then yawns.

Cliff nods and turns to the screen once more. Jazz certainly does explain, and he does it easily. "To put your processor at ease, doc, anytime she uses her powers, she gets weak. Energon helps, but after the amount she just put into it, she needs to rest. Don't worry too much, she's fine." Ratchet huffs, and crosses his arms. "I'll be the judge of that. Last I checked, you don't have a medical processor in your helm."