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Characters:Elita One, Open to Autobots Location: Omega-1's control room Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Elita One hears about the recent developments surrounding Optimus Prime, and sets course for Earth to investigate.
For once, the rumors were too wild not to be true. Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, had lost his memory. It was too dangerous of a rumor to ignore, and the fact that comm traffic from Earth was at an all time low was disconcerting. Something was going on at Omega-1, something that Elita One hadn't been privy to. Whether she was being deliberately kept in the dark, or the situation on Earth was more volatile than expected, she needed to know; by extension, the Autobots under her command needed to know, as well.
Elita would see to it personally.
The Halcyon was parked behind Earth's moon to avoid tripping any warning systems, either belonging to the Decepticons, or the humans. Using her security codes, she called up the ground bridge situated inside of Omega-1. Her little trip would be unexpected, in the gentlest of terms. A high ranking official showing up on your doorstep in the dead of night was a cause for concern, to Elita.
The usual swirling, green vortex of the Autobot ground bridge suddenly spun to life in the midst of the otherwise quiet control room. The sound of her heels clacking against the ground made it through the funnel faster than she did, but nevertheless, Elita One emerged. The vortex fizzled away as quickly as it had been generated.
Looking around to the otherwise vacant command room, Elita One began to judge it. Hopefully she'd have another face to talk to before she was forced to find answers on her own.
Voltwave was not a Femme that should be up at this time. No, the little femme should be back on her berth recharging, but by chance, her recharge got interrupted. But she was a little Femme, a Sparkling with a sense of wanting to go on an adventure, though she was certain she explored everything and anything in the base, so she decided to pick a place and she’ll go play there. By chance, she happened to choose the control room, where her Uncle Ratchet sometimes stood, ready to open the ground bridge should they have a need.
On her approach, she saw a bright light in the room, so she hurried her pace, in order to make it in to see who had arrived or who had left. When she did enter, she saw someone making their appearance, and if it wasn’t for the clear Autobot insignia on her shoulder, she wouldn’t know that this person was an ally, though she didn’t know her yet. “hii!” she greeted the large Femme, putting on her best smile, and lifting up her right hand to wave. “Are you new or old?’ she asked her.
She approached her, her head tilted some, her red optics blinking as she looked up at the other Femme. Once she had asked her first question, the good little Femme thought of another “should I get Oppy, or Unckoo Ratchet, Pow, or ‘Hide?” she asked her after all she was certain a grown-up could give just as much help as she could.
She'd wanted to find an Autobot to talk to, and one way or another, her wish had been fulfilled; Elita couldn't complain that nobody had been working in the command center to meet her. It took but a moment for Elita to pinpoint where the voice had come from, but she soon found herself staring at the apparent command crew. While there were plenty of arguments against having children on a warship or in the middle of a military base, Elita One still couldn't picture life without them. The Halcyon had hosted its own share of sparklings over the course of the war, but they'd never been allowed in the more critical areas of the ship. And here this one was, in the middle of an Autobot command center, alone.
Elita took the question as one regarding her age, as if she could mistake it for anything else. Being old at least meant that she had more than a few stories to tell. As she took a few wobbly steps closer to the Autobot captain, Elita was almost afraid of knocking them over if she took a wrong step; the little one didn't even come up to her shin.
"I'm old, and I take it that you're very new, aren't you?"
Voltwave had actually meant by her question was she an old member, or a newly joined one. She took her answer to be in that fashion. She figured old members would have a lot of stories, and she’ll be interested in listening to some of these stories too. Voltwave smiled when she spoke to her “yup, Unckoo Ratchet found me at the top of the base that was few of the planets um... month’s ago.” she explained to her. “Unckoo Ratchet took care of me, and then I met lotsa people, and now I meet you,” she said, and then she remembered something, about Etiquette “oh! My name is Volt-wave” she said carefully as if saying her name was difficult. “What’s you name?’ she asked her
Voltwave blinked when she watched her move, then it occurred to her, that she should go up to higher ground, not something she liked in fear of falling, but higher ground is where she would be safer, ironically. She looked to the left, then the right before finding the stairs and carefully, she waddled over to them and climbed up. Now she was on higher ground, but she knew most would still have to look down, but she was now on the higher ground, and no longer at risk of getting stepped on.
Another one of Ratchet's? Apparently; he'd always had a knack for picking up the strays. A side effect of having an overly empathetic spark, however much he might deny it. With a face like Voltwave's, it was difficult to see how even the crustiest of old bots could leave her all by her lonesome. Elita was lucky that Ratchet was her guardian; after all, she still held onto a treasure trove of old stories from back when he was still a junior practitioner. In hindsight, she had stories about most of the older Autobots, although not all of them were safe for little audials.
"My name is Elita One. It's a pleasure to meet you, Voltwave."
Elita would've curtsied too if she'd been just a few million years younger. A small smile followed her greeting. She wasn't too old and bitter to skip even the basic pleasantries, yet at any rate. Although, she might've posted any of her crew who saw the grin to guard duty just to keep up appearances. The Autobot watched carefully as the sparkling ascended the increasingly hazardous-looking set of stairs leading up to an organic sized overlook. Hopefully she was mature enough not to go tumbling over the railing, and inevitably dump the problem at her feet.
"What were you doing all alone before the Autobots found you?" she asked. Elita had much more pressing matters to attend to, but staying put in the control room was the quickest way to reaching them at the moment. She might as well chat up the staff in the meantime.
Volt’s face broke into a big happy smile when Elita One introduced herself to the little Femme. “oh! I heard of you! good things too! you do good just like Oppy and everyone else” she told her smiling happily. Since it was confirmed for her, that Elita was a good person she felt safe with her, and like a good girl that the little sparkling was, she stayed put. Seeing the smile on Elite’s face, her own widened in happiness. She made sure not to go near the railing because she knew she could get hurt that way and the others wouldn’t be happy if that happened.
On that particular question she frowned, she didn’t like remembering what she was doing “Falling and screaming because baddies pushed me out of their ship, but I was saved by something, I think because when I woke up, again, I was in the medical bay, and Unckoo Ratchet was making sure I was careful since I had a ‘Gon line thingy in my arm. I was a good girl, so he gave me an Energon goodie when he got it out.” she said. then added “sorry I didn’t call someone bigger, but I don’t know how to work the thingy”
Elita took the girl's first statement with a grain of salt. She might've heard she was an Autobot, which was correct, but there'd also been more than a few not-so-good things she'd done. Voltwave didn't need to know the hard details; knowing that she was in the presence of a veteran Autobot was enough. Volt might not hold her in the same high esteem if she'd been privy to even just a few of the things Elita had done over the war to secure victory for the Autobots.
Who would throw a child out of a starship? There were many things Elita permitted herself to do with her starship, but that was not one of them. Elita knew that judging somebody based on the color of their optics was impolite and impersonal, but she was sort of curious. In most cases, red meant Decepticon alignment or ancestry, though not all of them. She knew for a damned fact that no Autobot would dump a sparkling from a ship, so her options were considerably narrowed.
"You're very lucky to be alive, little one; even luckier that somebody like Ratchet found you first."
The color of her optics never really made a big deal of, so she didn’t really think of eye b=color being an identification of her heritage. Though She was definitely born a Decepticon Sparkling, she’ll grow as an Autobot warrior that’s if her friends those she considered family had anything to do with it. At the older Femme’s statement, she smiled and nodded her head in agreement. “Yup! Very lucky,” she said to her, she was lucky that the fall didn’t destroy her, and she could count herself lucky that the one who found her was a medic, of course, she could still count herself lucky that someone else from the Autobots side.
“You’re an old member, so you know everyone right? Like Unckoo Pow, or Unckoo Ratchet? Or even Oppy?” she asked her a part of her wanted to ask her, to tell her a funny story about all her favorite grownups.
Elita had hoped that all the noise in the control room might've attracted somebody's attention, which it had, just not the attention she'd been expecting. Given the circumstances, she might as well entertain the sparkling, if only for the hopefully-near future. Elita flicked her wings, parsing the question in her head. Had to make sure she wasn't forgetting anybody. Nope, she'd known everybody; it was these new kids that she couldn't quite get a handle on.
"Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus, Bumblebee, Jetfire, Ultra Magnus... I've known them all. I might even know a few that you've never heard about before."
She was probably correct in her statement, but Elita knew there were many Sentinel stories that Voltwave didn't need to hear about.
Volt’s optics moved to the wings that the much older and much larger femme had behind her. Quietly she examined them to see whether they were door wings like she had, or wing type wings like most flyers had.
She was distracted when she started speaking, listing the people she knew, and Volt realized she hadn’t met Bumblebee yet, but she has heard of him same with Jetfire and Ultra Magnus. “I heard of Jefa, one of my friends know him! “ She said then smiled, he suspected there were some she didn’t know yet, that was ok, she had lots of time to meet people, it honestly made her feel excited to think of those she met.
Her little doorwings twitched, as she looked up at her. “You know Oppy, and Unckoo Pow and ‘atchet a long time, right? Even when they were my age,” she asked of her. She wondered what kind of mischief they got up to.
He hadn't been able to recharge properly in some time. His processors were too filled with thoughts of missing time and the individuals around him that needed his leadership. Friends he couldn't remember, new arrivals all the time and all the sparklings and humans underpede all the time. It was overwhelming and it had kept him up and working long after he would normally have chosen to take a recharge cycle. At this rate he'd have to talk to Ratchet about it.
But he was roaming the halls when he heard the commotion from the control room and altered course, waving off a security detail that had been alerted to the disturbance as well. No matter what it was he could handle it. And if he couldn't then he would certainly call for help.
What he found was the last thing he'd have expected to find. Elita one and the tiny femme called Voltwave. He stopped at the entrance and had to refresh his optics to make sure he wasn't seeing things before coming into the room at speed. "Elita." He paused a moment as a grin broke out across his face. It had been some time since he'd seen the femme, and at least she was familiar and known to him, though from a time long past. Old friends. "When did you arrive?"
And then he shot a stern look to the little one. "You, young lady, are supposed to be in recharge. Its far past your normal bedtime. And this area is off limits to you and all the sparklings. You can't just go wherever you please Voltwave, it could be dangerous and you could have gotten hurt. Then everyone would worry about you, especially Ratchet. Is that what you want?" His tone was mild but stern, he didn't want to upset the sparkling so much as help her understand that she couldn't just roam everywhere without repercussions. She had to start learning her limits.
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2018 2:02:26 GMT by Optimus Prime
Elita smiled back to the little one, "Yes that's about right, my dear; Autobots have a predisposition to be rowdy as little sparklings, after all." Before she could continue the thought, the man himself finally arrived.
"Optimus," she returned. Elita watched him stride into the room with that distinct brand of Prime confidence, even though she could feel it wavering slightly. "Don't worry, you're not late; I've only been here six minutes." As Optimus's attention translated towards Voltwave, Elita gazed on eagerly. It was quite clear that things weren't in tip top shape down at Omega-1, if Optimus Prime himself had to play babysitter for a renegade sparkling. The subject of his lecture wasn't incorrect however, as Elita herself would've been giving a similar lesson had they been aboard the Halcyon.
"Of course it's not what she wants, isn't that right dear?" Elita asked, reaching over to press a hand to Voltwave's back gently. She gave the little one a reassuring smile, before turning back to face Optimus. "She was just keeping me company in the meantime."
"It might not hurt to organize the little ones into a junior cadet's corps here, either. It's done wonders for productivity around the Halcyon." Elita mentioned. When her crewmembers started pairing up and having sparklings of their own, she'd found herself with a similar problem. Teaching them the basics of what it meant to be an Autobot, and by extension a crewmember, had done quite a lot in the long run.
A big grin started to form on her lips at the very thought about her favorite Autobots being rowdy as little sparklings. It was, in all honesty, funny to think about. She wanted to ask her more questions, about those she liked, but the two of them were interrupted by the person Elita would have preferred to see. Optimus had arrived, and she innocently smiled and waved “Oppy!” she said happy to see him, completely unaware of the fact she probably shouldn’t have been there in the first place. She watched as the two interacted, noting how they seemed friendly.
Then her presence was acknowledged, and she found herself getting a much-needed lecture. Her optics widened at the realization that she had done something bad. She didn’t like the idea of her being bad, neither did she like the idea of everyone worrying about her, especially Ratchet. She felt a large hand pressed on her back, and she looked up to see Elita’s reassuring smile, and she heard her words too. “No, I want people happy, not worry,” she told them both, before her instinct told her she should apologize “I sorry, for being where I shouldn’t” she told them both, though she was happy to hear Elita speaking about her, and it didn’t seem to be bad either.
Elita soon spoke again, this time, it was to mention how it wouldn’t hurt to organize the little ones into a junior cadet corps here, and how it had done wonders for productivity around the Halcyon. “that… that seems like a good idea, I wanna be good and help, but I don’t know what I good at” she told them.
He listened to Elita when she spoke, silently agreeing that something had to be done. Unfortunately, many of the creators on base were very protective of their offspring. "I'll have to put it to their creators." He knew for sure Prowl was going to say no to the very idea of throwing his creation into a junior corps even if it was a good idea. He didn't want Solaris having anything to do with becoming a soldier. Of course, at present his second didn't believe the Autobots could protect the sparklings they had, as one had already been stolen from within the base itself and never recovered. They couldn't even prove the youngster was on the Nemesis.
"I agree it would be good to give them something to do, some time together under the watchful optics of someone other than their creators where they can learn about themselves and develop skills that interest them." Getting said creators to agree would be his task. But for now he knelt slowly before the sparkling that was somewhere she shouldn't have been and gently gathered her into his arms. As big as he was Optimus Prime was also probably one of the most gentle of mechs. And he adored sparklings. He just often felt as though his sheer size would either frighten or do harm to them.
"Voltwave, I'm not angry with you. You didn't know any better, and I'm glad you understand that you've done wrong." He cuddled her close, making sure she couldn't see the ground as he stood with her tucked in against him. He wouldn't have minded having one of his own, if circumstances were better. "Now, why don't we get you back to your berth for recharge and see who is in charge of the medbay this late?" He angled his shoulder and motioned Elita along with him.
"I'm sure everyone will be excited to see you've arrived, and hear about both your adventures and how your crew fairs."