Synthesis (Ratchet X OC)

Prologue

Her early years had been like any normal person. A family that wasn't perfect, a school that wasn't anything special, in a small artsy community. And she wasn't anything special either during that time. A young teenager that had the reputation of being a scary genius. But despite all the odds growing up in a school with minimal funding and few teachers that actually cared, she made it.

A full scholarship and a doctorate degree later the government reached out to her. Her specialty in the field of science became valuable to the government and they wanted her to make innovations in technology. They fully funded anything she needed and relocated her to a secured location. After finishing her first project, she uncovered the governments true intentions. They wanted her to make technology for war. Outraged, she abandoned her work and refused to be affiliated with the government again. Special agent Fowler pleaded the case to keep her secure and to continue funding for research of her own kind.

Fowler is her only connection to the government and human contact she tolerates. Not out of fear of connecting with people but just because of her short fuse. She finds it hard to deal with incompetence and illogical paths of thought. Her high standards of acceptance lead her to stay away from most human presence. This doesn't mean she doesn't have soft spots for people or she doesn't have emotions; just a cold shell over a warm and passionate human.
After making bounding advancements on a particle accelerator the government sees upon it to call her up again. By Fowler's request she is brought to an old base in Jasper, Nevada.

-Taylor's Prospective-

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
'Fuck off'

I sigh and slowly pull the sleep mask off my face.

'Nice and slowly'

My eyes begrudgingly open to my bedroom in a state of disrepair. Which is surprising for how much stuff I own. My navy blue sheets have strangled the bed and my nightstand has been relived of the normal retainer case, the blue picture frame, and my medication. Across from my bed, my bookshelves are naked, striped of their books and small trinkets of technology. The blue Christmas lights I keep up have been carelessly ripped off the bed frame and from around my white desk.

'Well shit. That's today isn't it?'

"Doctor P! Agent Fowler is requesting your departure immediately."

The young solider opens my door before stoping, realizing that I have yet to get out of bed.

"You have 10 minutes."

By the tone of his voice he was embarrassed to find me in this state. Loosely dressed and unfit for travel. But since he uttered the last part quickly suggest that he's just nervous about how to tell his higher up that I'm not ready.

"I'll be out in 5."

That should reassure him enough.
Not caring enough for my appearance I slip into black slacks and a white blouse my trench coat topping it off. I apply basic necessities such as deodorant and a small spray of perfume.
I have never cared for my appearance much so make-up was not necessary and I bypass brushing my hair by tying it up in a quick bun. I grab the final box in the center of my room and walk out. The solider leads me outside to a green helicopter with two roaders idling on top.

"This better be worth it Fowler..."

-3rd Person-

Before meeting up with Fowler for information, she is escorted to a room. It is decently sized with a connecting bathroom. The walls are painted a silent film grey and the ceiling is slanted in the right side of the room. A large rectangular window is on the far wall between her head board and the desk. Her bed adorns the right side up against the slanted ceiling and her white desk across on the left. A small dresser is placed at the end of her bed and a large bookshelf next to her desk. There are two boxes left in the room. One labeled 'personal' the other, to her dismay, labeled 'work' was in a dilapidated state. She unpacks the boxes, clothing easily put away and lights hung up around her desk. Fortunately only a flask had broken in the work box and not her pocket microscope. The final touch was the picture of her and best and closest friend, Ben.
She heard footsteps approaching her door.

"Settling in I hope?"

She turns to him with a glowering expression, "Just peachy."

"Listen, Ta-"

"Ap-up-up. Skip the small talk."

Fowler sighs pitching the bridge of his nose. He shifts his weight onto his left side and his expression softens signaling her that he's about to talk.

" Two days ago we revived an indication of a breach in our atmosphere right over Nevada. Along with the breach we received a message. "

"Aliens?", her tone easily gives away her scientific excitement.

"Yes. These aliens call themselves The Autobots. They are autonomous robotic organisms from a planet they call Cybertron. They resemble giant robots that have the ability to transform into various vehicles. Their leader has insisted that they have come here to protect our planet from 'Decepticons'. The pentagon has authorized their inhabitants on our planet as long as they are under constant supervision."

That was all she needed to infer why she was here.

"You want me to supervise aliens?"

" To keep it short and sweet, yes."

Her head was drowning in questions she wanted to ask. She was getting ahead of herself and settled on the first question that came to mind.

"Why me?"

His expression shifted to one of content, clearly he had thought about what to say before hand knowing what questions she liked to ask.

"Because you are the most qualified and the government wants to keep the number of people in the project minimal. And you just happen to handle your own perfectly fine. Plus you need to interact with other organisms sometimes Taylor. So this is for the better of you and the world. Also I'm cashing in my favor of yours."

" -Because the government wants me to share my scientific findings with them?"

" You can see sharper than an eagle flying over the Stars and Stripes Taylor, but trust me on this, you'll be reporting to me on a biweekly basis and I'm only an emergency button push away."

She knew Fowler cared for her like a father but sometimes she found him overly protective. Also found that cashing in on a favor for a task that she didn't even ask him to do was petty but clever. Disregarding his last comment, an instant smirk grew on her face.

"When do I start?"