Battlemask

Chapter 2

    Fuchsia never liked medical bays. As soon as her peds had felt the worn floor of the Autobot base, the medic of the current team of autobots, Ratchet, had taken her into his custody. She was now lying on a medical berth, with an energon drip. He was above her, taking measurements of her circulation, processor waves, spark beat and so on. And while her sight had returned for some time now, worry was still written on his face. Not that there was anything that she could do, she was stuck on the medical berth.
    She was just glad that she felt so much better now. Her limbs moved almost perfectly at her command - her right arm had since fallen “asleep” as the humans called it, thus still not perfect. That, and the new energon was still entering into her body. Both through a cube of energon, and through the energon drip attached to her right arm. While she had protested to how much energon she was given, she had heard about their dwindling supply, she was almost grateful that Ratchet had forced it on her.
    Fuchsia was also glad that the human charges were not currently allowed near her. They were children, and while she had no bad graces with human children, she wasn't sure if she would mentaly be able to handle the loudest of the group. A girl that she quickly learned was named Miko. Yet, Fuchsia Prime couldn’t complain, she was full of energon, and she was among her own kind once more. It was satisfying in a way - even if she immediately missed the simplicity of her temporary monastery home.
    She looked over when she felt Ratchet remove the energon drip, moving to get up, he quickly pushed her down, “You might have recovered from the energon deprivation quickly, but you are not ready to be up and about yet. Lie down for a while.”
    She sighed, not willing to argue with the one known as the top medic of cybertron, and he was quickly soothed when she simply said, “alright.”
    The medical base itself was situated near the center of the base. Giving her both an amazing view of the area the other bots were in, as well as giving her the perfect way to get out if something happened that required a quick retreat. However, she sincerely doubted that anything requiring such a hasty decision wouldn't happen. Instead of focusing on such thoughts, she instead put herself to the task of observing the other Auotbots.
    Bulkhead was clumsy at times, but a strong fighter judging by the precisements of the way he moved otherwise. He, along with the younger two autobots, was easy to trust. But Fuchsia sensed that something had happened, and he was watching her with a wary eye. The only thing betraying this was when their optics did meet, his topics expressed a genuine smile.
    Arcee, the only other femme in the place, was the eaxct opposite. She watched with a glare whenever she glanced in Fuchsia’s way. Not that Fuchsia minded exactly, she didn't expect so many of the bots to be that trustful.
    Bumblebee was excited that she was here. Happily greeting her when her sight returned. While he couldn’t speak normally, he still got his point across quite nicely. It was nice having someone excited among those that were distrustful. But she could see how this excitability could become annoying. She was still glad, however, that she didnt need to watch her back as hard if she were to be left with this specific mech.
    Smokescreen was like Bumblebee, excited that she was here, however, there was something else in his gaze. Almost as if, while he was excitedly chatting away with Bumblebee and the human children, was actively watching her. This one, she did understand the most. A long time ago, when Fuchsia was a much younger Prime, she had come through the Iacon Database to talk with Alpha Trion when the war went south on cybertron. However, she had also changed a lot, in both armor, and in personality, since then. She wondered if he had a feeling of familiarity when he saw her. Not something she could brush off easily. Yet, because of the developments within the last few hundred solar cycles, she felt that she didn't have to watch him as hard as the others.
    What captured the attention of the young Prime was Optimus Prime. The elder Prime held a strange sense of familiarity. Something similar to what she imagined Smokescreen was currently feeling. The way he moved, his cerulean optics, and even the color and formation of his armor was so familiar, it was like a buzz at the back of her helm. An old memory that wanted to resurface. However, feelings aside, she had to be careful. Instead of focusing on the familiarity, she focused on what he was working on.
    His back was to her, trusting his autobots to watch her while he was busy, his digits were typing away, decoding a familiar code. Fuchsia may have only seen the Icon Database code a few times, she knew it well enough to know that it was quite difficult to hack. Optimus Prime once being a worker at the Iacon Database itself, he would have decent knowledge of the code. Fuchsia had a basic understanding of the code, as it was similar to what she used with her team before she came to this planet.
    Her team.
    They were missing.
    Seven bots.
    It didn't help that the bond they shared via, her matrix, had gone dark and she was unable to feel them. Nobody cried out. Each blond blocked from the other side, whether consciously or unconsciously she couldn't tell. She couldn't break through the bonds, nor would she want to if she could. The only thing she could do was to break the bonds, and let them go from being her team. Which she couldn't do for several reasons. First reason being that, if push came to shove, they could reach her in a tough jam. As they had done several times throughout the war.
    Still, Fuchsia Prime worried deeply about her team. They were her best friends, and in human culture, her family. She wasn't about to abandon them. For now, however, she was kinda stuck where she was. Unable to hear them, and unable to help them from whatever danger that they could be in.