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Characters: Chris Stratos; Ratchet; Open to All Autobots Location: Just Outside Base; Later Inside Content Warnings: N/A to my knowledge Plot Summary: Chris finally makes headway on his search - without realizing it. Probably about to cause all kinds of chaos.
Later in life Chris would admittedly not be able to explain what lead him to the Autobot base. After all, he'd later learn it was cloaked, and nearly untracable.
And yet... Something inexplicable seemed to happen one day. After countless attempts at searching for answers, something told him, in his heart... Spark, whatever one called it that he needed to search the desert. The cab he'd called to bring him out there thought he was crazy - but at the same time, Chris felt like it could have been the side of it - the other, non human side, pulling him toward what he needed to be. Maybe even intervention from beyond on behalf of whatever mech it was that ultimately served as his genetic parent pushing him in the right direction.
Whatever the reason, Chris eventually found himself unknowingly just outside of the Autobot base - without any realization whatsoever. Four water bottles, and a lot of exhaustion later - that was. He didn't even know what he was looking for, a fact which made him feel like he was on a wild goose chase, but he also knew he couldn't give up. His father had died to protect him, to make sure he got to Jasper and he was not leaving until he found these dang robots.
Taking another swig of water, he wondered if he was even close to where they were. Had anyone detected him now if so? "Who am I kidding? I've probably finally cracked under this damn pressure," he muttered to himself, continuing forward. "Seriously dad, you couldn't at least have left me a map? Names? Something?" he stated while looking up toward the heavens.
Of course there was no answer. And so he continued on aimlessly, practically on the mountain by this point. But absolutely clueless.
Ratchet would find himself to be the 'unfortunate' one to discover the visitor on this day. He had been busy at work in the medical bay preforming medical checks, updating his records, and throwing wrenches at those who didn't quite want to cooperate with him. Smokescreen always was his prime target, but then again.. he was courting his adopted daughter Strongarm.
It was while he was filing his records away that the alarms rang, Ratchet immediately turning to the monitors on the wall. Someone was here, and it wasn't a Decepticon at all. It was...
A human?!
How in the name of Solus Prime was there a human here at their doorstep? Had their human allies brought a friend with them? Told a friend where they were? Was it one of those weirdos that was hunting for the little 'green men' Ratchet would sometimes hear about. Seemed like Crown City had one of those from what Strongarm had told him.
Turning off the alarms, Ratchet would let the human wonder in, but not without staring at the entrance in a judging manner.
It took Chris another ten minutes to find the entrance, and when he did... Well he was sure he had found it.
It looked, very odd, honestly. What was this place? An old missile silo? He wasn't sure, but he did just know that it hadn't been there one moment and the next... Here it was. Nick swallowed, what if this really was it? What would he do? Should he try to transform? Maybe they'd respond better to that.
Deciding that he just had to suck in his gut and try, he took a cautious step inside. Well... It this was a missile silo, he realized, it would hardly be abanoned, because he could see light inside. A lump formed in his throat, because for whatever reason, he now had the distinct feeling he was being watched.
Gripping the straps of his backpack tightly. He decided not to face whoever they were head on yet. "Hello!?" He shouted loudly. "Is anyone in here!?" Another pause and then a. "I'm looking for certain... People. My dad sent me. He said these people..." He continued to take even more cautious steps into it, though very slowly. "That these people could help protect me from this group..."
As he got closer, he got even more of a feeling he was being watched. And hopefully, whoever it was was listening. "Y'see, I'm being hunted... Because I can do something... Something I don't get yet," he explained. "Something my dad told me we both have in common."
He stood where he was, hoping and waiting for some kind of response. And hopefully a good one if nothing else.
Ratchet wondered as he watched the human, but not quite in it's line of sight. Something about a dad sending him here, but did he know any adult humans with kids? Certainly not Agent Fowler, and even if he did this kid looked nothing like Fowler. It all seemed suspicious to him, and he wasn't prepared to easily give this kid the benefit of the doubt.
They had enough humans!
The kid went on further, saying something about being chased and having some sort of ability that he had in common with 'them'. That made absolutely no sense to the Autobot medic, but whatever. All humans had their weird talents. What was so special about this one?
With a huff, he finally came out of his hiding place, staring down the kid with a judgmental look. "We don't have time to play babysitter. We have enough humans to babysit, so what makes this case of yours so unique? What's so special about this.. whatever you can do?"
And that is how Chris met the snarky, moody medic.
We’ll he had seen the plane one, and should have seen it coming. But at the same time the techno organic had thought maybe there were more his height. All the same he swallowed, this mech was a bit intimidating. But he also knew the facts were he was no ordinary human, in fact he was only half it. And he was looking for help - and not leaving without trying. “That’s just It, I’m not human... I mean not fully,” Chris explained taking cautious steps forward he placed his backpack to the side. “I don’t know if you even met them ever. But there’s this group... They call themselves MECH and they’ve been watching you guys for a long time. Years... Actually.”
That’s when he did his best, which was thankfully enough, to transform into the small Praxian form that was his other half. “Sixteen years ago they decided to take one of you... And some human eggs and make me,” he swallowed. “My dad... He wouldn’t let me be why they wanted me to be. A weapon, or something... But a few weeks ago, they found us. My dad... They shot my dad down because he wouldn’t hand me over.”
His hands were trembling a bit as he spoke. “I’m sorry I know I’m probably being rude just barging in. But my dad told me there were others out there. Something about Jasper,” he explained. “He was all I had and I had nowhere else to go they couldn’t find me.”
He stood there, switching back to human as he did. If only to prove it wasn’t a trick of the light, and he was indeed being honest. And waited for the mech to speak again.
It had been a very long time since many of them had seen a techno-organic, and he never would have imagined that MECH would have gone as far to have artificially created one. Maybe this kid wasn't authentic, but he was extremely close to the real deal. Close enough that he could've been. Techno-organics.. weren't exactly all the rage on Cybertron. In the old days, many were disgusted by their existence. To have an organic alt-mode was almost a crime. Maybe that's how the Mutacons felt, but at the same time they could be so much more than organic.
While he wasn't exactly thrilled to have this kid 'intrude', he was a part of this whether the medic liked it or not. To that, he simply groaned.
"If MECH has learned how to artificially create a techno-organic.. that's a problem. Optimus needs to know about this, as does Agent Fowler unfortunately. We can't have them altering any more humans as they have with you."
Ratchet turned around, taking a few steps into the base before turning to look back.
"I suppose, with Optimus' permission of course, you'll be wanting to stay here?" The idea so did not thrill Ratchet. He wasn't against having a techno-organic, and he didn't mind the organic part at all. It was just the thought of having another human at the base that got under his plating.
Chris felt a wave of relief at Ratchet’s reaction. Had he somehow heard of his kind before? He was almost surprised by the fact his reaction had been so chill. Though a chill went up his spine with the gravity of which it sounded like his news came with. He wasn’t sure before that they knew who MECH was. But now? He felt like he knew all too well. “Well Dad said I’m the only one they succeeded in,” he explained. “He didn’t know about since. He wanted to destroy the blueprints but didn’t have time when he escaped with me.”
Chris heard the bit of annoyance in Ratchet’s voice. It made him back up a bit, maybe it was the wrong idea coming here. “I mean I don’t want to put anyone out. I just didn’t know where else to go. When I say they’re hunting me, I mean it,” Chris then added. “I don’t even know if they’re trying to take me alive anymore. They cornered me back in California and were shooting at me.” The way he said it, he sounded a bit more like the scared kid he was than he might have liked.
Ratchet was completely appalled, but not by Chris. Rather, it was by his words. It sickened him that this wasn't the first time MECH had attempted this, and was glad that Chris had been successful only in the fact that it meant he wasn't killed. Oh great now he was getting attached.. but he wasn't going to admit it.
Never!
If Chris looked carefully enough, he would notice the conflict in the medic's optics. He really didn't want another human staying at the base, but.. Chris wasn't exactly human either. Not anymore. If he was on the run from MECH, he was a part of this now and.. didn't have much of a choice. Sometimes he hated his way of thinking, but Optimus would have agreed in this situation.
"Optimus.. will probably say you can stay. I would talk to him first, but.. I suppose you could hang around for awhile."
Chris could see the bit of conflict that seemed to be surrounding Ratchet. He supposed he understood, after all he’d just shown up, and he was probably not something they had a plan for. But at the very least they were not just kicking him to the curb, it definitely made him relax a bit when Ratchet said this Optimus, he supposed the leader, would probably let him stay.
But now that he had relaxed a little, about a billion questions entered his mind. And given the boy had no sense of filtering his own thoughts? Well, they all came pouring out. “So... What is this place anyway? And what exactly are we...? Are we aliens? Dad said he thought we were but I wasn’t really sure,” he explained. “My guess was some sort of old government experiment... But I mean I don’t know.”
And this was probably only the start of the questions.
For the briefest of moments, Ratchet thought that this was the end of Chris' questioning session.
...Primus was he wrong.
Out of the blue, a barrage of questions were thrown at him, most of which were fair questions given his bizarre origins. Either way, they were coming at the medic far too quickly and he just wanted the onslaught of questioning to end.. or at least slow. "Yip yip yip!" His trademark noise sounded the room as he looked to the techno-organic. "One at a time next time."
Ratchet sighed, putting a servo to his forehelm. "And to answer your questions.. The Autobot base, Cybertronians, and technically yes to this planet." Anyone was an alien if they were visiting another planet, but it was something that the medic was used to at this point. At least they weren't of the little green men variety. He shook his head at the humans idea of the typical alien.
He had always wondered about the stars. He'd been fascinated with them since he was little and now? Now he learned he came from a culture that was from them. There was a whole world out there, one far from this one probably and he had a connection to it. Maybe even family. He thought of the words he said however, and noted. "Autobots... That's what dad said my uh... My "father" called himself," he explained, not sure what to call the Autobot that gave him his biology. "So I guess I at least found my way back to his people, I was kind of afraid I wouldn't be. I mean you can't all be good guys."
He paused a moment. "I wonder if he had any family or friends that'd want to know what happened to him? I feel bad I don't even know his name," after being thoughtful a moment, he then added, after clearing his throat. "Thanks, by the way. You know, for listening and not just turning me away. I know I just kind of barged in."
Just who was this father that Chris kept going on about anyway? He had been tempted to ask, but then again he had also said something about not knowing the guy's name. Just how did he not know his parental unit's name? That'd be the same as the medic forgetting Pharma's name, and Pharma was only his father through adoption.
"I suppose you're welcome. It wasn't as if I had any choice in the matter, but.." He sighed, putting his servo to his faceplates. "Just find a place to get comfortable for now and stay out of trouble. We've got enough homewreckers in our base."
Granted, there was no telling if Chris would actually be such or not, but it was best to drill any of those ideas out of his head if they were already there.
As if reading his mind, Chris frowned a bit. He supposed he should be clear about his "fathers". "My bio dad, by the way. The one MECH used to make me... Not the one that raised me. He's dead too," he explained honestly. "They killed him when I was born. So I wouldn't expect him to show up anytime soon either." He figured the mech would get the idea now.
Chris nodded his head a bit, knowing better than to cause trouble... Yet. But as usual the thirst of a troublemaker could only be quenched so long. "Alright, thanks, uh... I don't think I got your name."
It made him think of Pharma immediately, just so grateful to have him back after two incidents that could have otherwise killed him. A look of sympathy flashed in Ratchet's optics as he listened to Chris' story, though he surprised that he was even doing so and not just walking away to some 'important project'. Though to be fair, he did have a few. Whether he would get to them or not was another story.
But at the very least, he felt obligated to answer the child's question.
"Ratchet. My name's Ratchet."
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