Soldier (Ironhide x Reader)

4 - NEST

"Ok, how about you explain how you are alive first?" Ratchet asked. Everyone in the room stared at me, expecting answers.

"Well, after I used the Allspark to kill Megatron, I was met with a white void and a voice. That voice was Primus. He told me that I was dead, but he had an offer for me. He said that I had the choice to go back and keep serving in the military and helping Cybertronians, or I could die and be left alone." I told them. Most looked at me with wide eyes but Optimus had this knowing look. "I chose to come back because if I'm given the chance to help, I'll always take it."

"That's...incredible. What else did he say?" Optimus asked, clearly intrigued. Since Frenzy and Axel were off playing I felt more comfortable speaking about this.

"He said that there will be some changes I guess, but he said to leave them be. Primus didn't exactly say what those changes would be." I shrugged. All of the bots seemed to take in all of the information.

"Ya know I've heard of people having encounters with Primus, but they all come away with this weird religious vibe. You seem...different." Ratchet said. I shrugged and played with the little sparkling in my lap.

"I have a question. Ratchet said your vitals didn't match up with average human vitals, do you know why?" Ironhide stepped in.

"Well, that would be because I'm not human," I said hesitantly and they all seemed confused.

"Then what are you?" Ironhide asked.

"I don't know. For all the years I've been here, no one has ever heard of anyone like me. When I came here, I had no recollection of who I was, nor where I was from. Only that I was safe now, I had escaped from somewhere." I told them.

"When did you land on Earth?" Optimus asked.

"444 A.D," I said, unbothered.

"You're 1,575 years old?" Ratchet asked and I nodded with a hum.

"Well, actually I don't know. I was fully grown when I landed so I could be way older than that." I shrugged.

"Would you mind me taking a blood sample and crossing it with our database?" He asked.

"Sure, go ahead," I said and offered my arm. Ratchet transformed and his holoform popped out of the front seat. He came over and set up equipment.

"How is it you know so much about us?" Optimus asked.

"I'm one of the founders of the Order of the Witwiccans. Is that familiar to any of you?" I asked. When no one spoke up, I continued. "Ever since the battle against the Saxons in 484 A.D., the Order was forged around the round table. I had to kick a few stubborn kings' asses to convince them that I deserved a place at that table." I chuckled. "The Order was formed with the purpose of protecting the secret of the 'Transformers' here on Earth. One that I've protected until the time was right. That time happens to be now."

"So we're supposed to believe that you're this 'protector' how can we know you aren't lying?" Ironhide asked, skeptical. I smirked and stood up from where I sat. The sparkling crawled back up to my head and my Talisman crawled down my arm from under my sleeve and transformed in my hand.

"This is how you know," I said simply, hold the large broadsword with the tip sitting against the floor and the hilt coming up to my waist. I showed them the mark of the Knights and Optimus was impressed from what I could tell.

"You are a Knight." He stated, somewhat surprised.

"Yessir. Stormreign entrusted me with his Talisman and I alone am the only warrior class member of the Order alive and active." I said seriously. "None of this goes outside this room, am I clear? I may be small, but I can and will take any of you out if I have to."