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Characters: Stormgear | Ratchet Location: Autobot Medbay Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: A curious youngling wanders into the medbay, looking for something to do. What she finds is Ratchet, Who is preoccupied with things. Will she finally find something to do? Or will she merely annoy Ratchet?
There was a clear difference between her previous home, and the new earth base. For one, there were more people. There was always someone sharing a corridor, either going the other way, or following behind her. And secondly, there was always something to do. That wasn’t the case here. For the last few days, Stormgear merely wandered around the base, attempting to find something to do. She’d said a few words, waving to some of the Team Prime members as she passed by. But nothing besides that. The other members were usually busy, or were on missions.
She wished she could do something like that. But she was to young, and had no weapon training whatsoever. All she had was her knowledge, and her knack of getting easily bored. She’d kill for a small conversation…
Stormgear creeped into the Medbay. Eariler in the week, Stormgear had found a tablet with some cool medical readings on it’s harddrive. It was among a whole stash of them… She moved towards one of the counters and picked it off of the counter. She pulled herself onto her tip-toes to snatch it, and moved towards one of the corners of the room to ‘attempt’ to read…But she was oblivious that someone else was in the medbay...
If there were ever an obvious soft spot for the grumpy old bot who ran the Autobot medical bay, Ratchet would definitely have to say it was younglings.
He'd always felt horrible for them, having to grow up during the war on Cybertron, all in various phases of the battle. Some were still young even now, and Ratchet hated every moment of it. They shouldn't have had to live in a time of war. He knew many had lost their creators or caretakers to the war itself, though some had been lucky. That's how he'd found himself taking Strongarm in, after all.
Now here they were, on Earth, and new mechs and femmes were arriving at a constant. Some of them being younger, he felt a need to see to it that they were cared for properly, even if that meant letting them enter the medical bay from time to time just to relax.. so long as he didn't have work that needed to be done.
It had escaped his attention that one such femme had done that just now, rifling through his datapads filled with all his various medical knowledge. From his studies at Iacon, to all of his text data from his time at Delphi, and everything in between. It was all here, packed away in a large stack of datapads. He'd busied himself with making sure all of his tools were right where they were meant to be, as well as functioning properly, and he hadn't quite yet noticed the presence in the room.
As Ratchet had turned around, a large wrench in hand as he was returning it to it's proper place, that's when he spotted Stormgear with his datapads. "Can.. I help you?"
Stormgear hadn’t completed a step before Ratchet called her out. She stopped, turning to look at Ratchet. At first she hesitated, only to take a look at the datapad in her servos. oh.." Im sorry Doctor Ratchet, I should have asked before looking at your previous works.. " Stormgear turned and place the datapad where she’d found it. A small amount of shame filled her processor. " I forget that a lot of scientists and doctors like to keep their research to themselves. It was rude of me to forget common courtesy.. "
She turned back around, inspecting the elder medic. A red and white paintjob, blue opticals, and a tall stature. Well, compared to her tiny 13ft height, he was huge! She had to make her way around the table to get a full look at the medic. The wrench in his servo caught her attention. ".. Did I interrupt you? "
Ratchet watched and listened as the smaller femme apologized for looking through his datapads, promptly setting the one that she'd had in hand down. Catching a glimpse of the datapad itself, he'd realized that it had only been one of his old datapads from when he'd studied at Delphi. Just one in which he'd taken notes with, and not exactly a personal one. Oh no, those he kept hidden elsewhere.
"It's quite alright. Just be sure to ask next time you want to go through my notes."
As Stormgear questioned if she had interrupted him, Ratchet had to pause and thing for a moment. "Huh..?" That's when he glanced to his servo, taking note of the wrench in his grip. Oh, right. "No, you didn't. I was merely running inventory to be sure that none of my tools are missing. You know how pranksters are.. I'm just about finished actually. Let me just put this wrench away and then I'll be finished for the time being." The medic moved away for a moment, setting the wrench back in it's proper place before returning to the smaller femme.
"So what were you looking for exactly? I'm not attempting to scold you, but I am curious."
Storm was glad Ratchet wasn’t mad. A small amount of ease filled her processor. Stormgear didn’t know the mech all to well, but she knew two things: she’d heard that he nags a few team prime members, and he’s grumpy. But rumors were rumors, and Storm was never one to jump to conclusions. As of now, Ratchet seemed pretty okay. But she’d only met him a minute-and-a-half ago.
When Ratchet mentioned something about pranksters, She was oblivious. Back on her home ship, notably a exploration frigate, such prankster-actions were bizarre. And Storm was sure her father would shrug it off, and find a replacement tool.
Stormgear responded to Ratchet’s question with a light tone. It was clear she wasn’t all to comfortable around Ratchet. That was the case with most teammates here at the base. “Well, I was looking for something to do. It’s hard to find something to do here. Especially for someone like me.” By ‘me’, she meant ‘im a youngling’. Maybe she should have said that. “I stumbled over your datapads a few days ago and thought they were so cool. Your notes on one of your t-cog studies was fantastic.”
After mentioning one of Ratchet’s datapads, she hunched over a bit. She remembered that Ratchet was oblivious of her binge reading. Woops. “There were a few more I read to. Maybe half the stack?”
Primus was Ratchet happy that this one didn't appear to be a prankster. There were enough of those back on Cybertron, and that was where his wrench throwing skills had stemmed from. Ratchet the Hatchet, some would call him. It had seemed to be a popular nickname with the younger crowd to say the least, though it hadn't stopped some of the others from butting into the fun. It didn't faze the medic in the least, honestly.
Stormgear had been bored, and that had lead her to the datapads.. and naturally the first thing she came across was his research on T-Cogs.. the discovery he had made long, long ago that the transformation cog had been a natural part of the Cybertronian body, and not some 'gift' from a higher power as those had once said. Honestly it was a slight embarrassment to rub his achievements in like that, but he wouldn't say anything about it. It wasn't like she knew. "That research goes back far into the Golden Age, back around the time that we first discovered we could even transform to begin with. I'd rather not go into the entire specifics, but it's all in the datapads."
Oh dear.. Seemed that wasn't all she had read, either. "What.. else did you read?" Now you had him curious, little femme. Hopefully it was nothing too embarrassing or personal.
While Ratchet was speaking, Storm had proceeded to climb into a chair near Ratchet’s workspace. Due to her stature, standing near anyone made her feel belittled. It was a feeling she hated, hence why she pulled herself to higher ground. By the time Ratchet had asked what else she read, she was fully perched. “Well, I can’t actually read. I’ve grown up without the skill to read a book. Let’s say there’s a lack of teachers or educators on exploration frigates” She said. “when I looked through some of your notes, I examined the diagrams and used my text-to-audio reader. Speaking of diagrams, I examined a study done on the cybertronian anatomy. It might have been one of your studies in Iacon, because the diagram was one of the most detailed I’ve ever seen. And if the stories I heard are true, such a study could only have been conducted in Iacon.”
As she spoke, she fidgeted with her digits. She didn’t look up at Ratchet until she’d stopped. “And, uh, the other day I compared notes with one of my own studies of the cybertronian anatomy. I don't have many works from home, but I noticed so many abnormalities on my diagrams…” Without thinking, she dug into her side subspace, most notably her belt. She’d paused to look at Ratchet. “I.. uh.. If you want to see. No pressure.”
Ratchet blinked as the smaller femme spoke. She'd taken his notes to read through them, but she herself was unable to read. It didn't make sense to him, but at the very same time it only made him that much curious about Stormgear. Where she had come from, there had been a lack of educators, and that just wouldn't do for the medic. She was one step behind everyone, and someone was going to have to help her catch up.
However, it had seemed that she had found herself a work-around, even if it had been a smaller one. That alone was an impressive feat, but Ratchet was going to make sure that she got the education she both needed and deserved. Of course, what she had picked up just had to have been the most detailed of his notes, and he knew the very ones based on what she had described.
"You mean my notes on transformation cogs, and the discovery that they had been a natural part of our bodies and not some 'gift' from a higher power. It was a large find at the time, although I consider it luck if nothing else. Just being in the right place at the right time, but that's another story for later."
Stormgear began to speak up some more, pointing out that his notes hadn't meshed with the ones from her home, which had only left her even more curious than she had been previously. Some studies were different, which was normal, but Ratchet could only wonder just how different they really were.
"I'm free for a little while, so if you would like to show me these notes of yours I can take a look and see how they differ from my notes."
According to stories her dad told her, she was certain Ratchet was the best doctor ( and scientist ) of all times. She wasn’t focused on the scientific feats he’d discovered, she was in awe of the amount of lives he’d saved throughout the war. Having such a legend look over her notes was- well- shocking. However, she contained herself with a simple smile. Within a few seconds, She pulled out two datapads from her belt compartment. She placed them lightly on the table. The contents of the datapads had no words, but very detailed diagrams of the Cybertronian anatomy. One was a full body diagram, the other was snippets of limbs, such as the arm, legs, helm, and so forth.
“Okay, so these are my diagrams. When I compared notes, there wasn’t anything different. But I was baffled by something yours was missing.” Although her tone was pretty normal, Storm was pacing herself with all her effort. The last thing she wanted to do was rant and talk faster than the speed of light.
The youngling brought one of her digits to the diagram of a wrist. “Okay, see this here. In your diagram there wasn’t a coil. When I did my study of the body, I counted a total of twelve electrical coils in the hands, feet, knees, elbow, and neck regions. Yours had- well- none. Your diagram also lacked this-”
Stormgear swiftly dragged her digit towards the full body diagram. She pointed at a ‘organ’ slightly underneath the spark, but not directly next to it. “When I did x-rays on myself back home, I swore this is some sort of electro-conductive core. Now this is a theory of mine. I think this thing allows the coils throughout the body to absorb electricity. And somehow, it stores the electricity here for later dispersal?”
Her last statement came out like a question. She slumped in her chair and groaned. “I think I'm going crazy. I swear the explanation sounded more- logical in my head..”
Patiently Ratchet waited as Stormgear went to grab her notes as promised, wondering just what was different between his and hers. Every Cybertronian, or at least the bulk of them, were built exactly the same way in terms of their inner mechanics. T-Cog, spark chamber, fuel pumps, etc. Everything had been the same from what he had seen, no matter what their alt-mode had been.
When she returned, he stared directly at her notes, seeing an immediate difference. There was no need to reflect back to his, because he could see the major differences that she spoke of, listening to the explanations that the femme was giving him. Something that had been there that wasn't in his notes. It would be these coils! The average Cybertronian didn't have coils like this, so that spoke volumes about her. What interested him even further was that these mysterious coils served a function of their very own, storing electricity like a conduit just as she had said.
"Kiddo, I hate to be the one to tell you, but I think I already see the problem. You say that these are missing from my notes, but the simple truth is that they aren't. I've never met another Cybertronian with a case like yours. You're unique in design! The question is, why would there be electrical coils under your armor plating all over your body. We may have to run some tests on it in the future, but I'm not prepared to do that at the moment, and I'm certain that you aren't either. Trust me, however. You aren't crazy."
He scratched at his chin plate for a moment, thinking a little hard about the strange situation that had been laid upon him. "I know this might come off as rude of me, but it will help me better understand so I apologize in advance. Were you, by chance, forged?"
After planting her elbow on top of the table and leaning her helm onto her servo, Stormgear listened to Ratchet’s explanation. So her notes weren’t wrong, they were just uniquely different. Storm felt a little worried when Ratchet said he’d never seen a case like her’s. What if this ‘unique design’ was actually a ‘fatal flaw’. Or what if she was a ticking time bomb! No, Storm, stop. she told herself. You're fine, you're perfectly fine.
Stormgear’s attention was redirected when Ratchet mentioned the words ‘tests in the future’. He was right, she wasn't ready for anything like that. Wrapping her head around being- different was hard enough. Maybe some other time, or when Ratchet and herself knew what they were dealing with. Even though these coils were in her body, she didn’t know what they were capable of. “Phew, I'm glad to hear that from someone else.” she said, commenting on Ratchet’s last comment of ‘your not crazy’.
Alas she watched Ratchet scratch his chinplate. She was caught off guard by his question. “Forged? Uh, I have no clue.” She responded. “If I knew I’d tell you.”
Stormgear had been glad to hear that she hadn't been crazy whatsoever and that Ratchet saw the differences as well. He wasn't quite sure what to make of them, but he knew that this wasn't something he'd seen before either. He'd seen all sorts of things during his time: grounders, fliers, empurata, cold constructs, forged, so on and so on. This, however.. was none of those things.
"If you're worried that this may be a bad revelation, I wouldn't worry about that just yet. I can't make any kind of judgement calls until I run more tests to see what these 'coils' are truly for. Until then, all I can say is for you to just relax."
However, it didn't seem like she knew whether she was constructed cold or forged. Maybe it was a younger generation thing, so he couldn't fault her too much for it. "It's quite alright. I'm going to guess that with the coils that you may have been forged, but I'm not going to make any assumptions either. For all I know, you're just a newer body frame that I've not yet encountered."
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