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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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Depth certainly proved himself to be an enigma. One day he was a tightly wound mech who couldn't keep his hands to himself while saying things that made the femme that was his focus at the time blush furiously as well as be quite indignant of how forward he was, another day he'd be so deep into a sad pit of depression he wouldn't even bother to form into a mech at all; instead just flowing his liquid metal self into one spot of the base and sobbing quite audibly, another day he'd be itching for a fight and hanging around the command center hoping to hear there was a Decepticon around to pound on. After about the fifth time I heard him sobbing from somewhere in the base I approached Shadow to ask him if the mech was bipolar or something similar since his mood swung around from day to day. Shadow shrugged helplessly, the sobbing Depth was a totally new thing to him. In fact the mood of the day was a surprise to him too.
I tried my luck with Magmorta next. She smiled a little and explained that the sobbing days were probably from the fact that they may be the only three left of their race as far as they knew. The feeling up days she figured is when he was feeling the need to be close to someone, but he overdid it since in the past he would have thought as femmes as a distraction due to leading a group that play fought with Shadows' group. She further explained that those play fights were completely serious preparation for enemies that may attack their world. For Depth and Shadow the war games were what they lived for and having a lady was a dream to pursue once they had trained enough warriors to make an army so large that enemies would tremble in fear to witness it. This explained why he would have days he got itchy to fight. At times so much so he would just instigate one with one of the veterans or even a newbie. He always won of course as he didn't fight fair or in a way that a Cybertronian could even begin to defend against.
Valentine's Day had Depth in particularly romantic sort of mood. Every femme got a small bouquet of flowers, he'd give hugs (wanted or not) and say very sweet things before moving on. Saint Patrick's Day he made sure all the ladies got a pinch on the backside... well at least the ones that had not a bit of green on them. When Memorial Day came around though, he got decked out in what appeared to be armor that belonged to a mech of high military rank. He walked in a manner that had all the appearances of a parade march. He saluted everyone. Kup arranged for a moment of silence in the rec room so we could remember anyone that had fallen in battle. Shadow shifted into his own military brass armor and the two mechs sang something in their own language that had Magmorta shedding faux tears. We all applauded their well honed vocal quality once they were done. The armor came out again for Independence Day and we all took in the fireworks displays in the distance as we sat on a barge sipping on energon and talking quietly amongst ourselves. When the creation day of the newer Autobots came around the trio did their best to liven up the party up by getting Bebop to play fun music and dancing up a storm with whoever they tugged out of the group. We all drank way too much that day; even the trio seemed a bit tipsy. Anyone that passed out had the alien mech duo happily taking gel pens to them which they used to scrawl silly pictures upon them. That was certainly a fifth birthday I wouldn't soon forget.
Veterans Day brought out the armor again and had Depth in a chatty mood where he regaled us with tales of his troops and the war games he fought with Shadow. Thanksgiving had us all giggling as Depth shifted half of his body into a turkey and walked around gobbling before he would morbidly pretend like his head was lobbed off then run around crazily with wings flapping until he splatted into a wall. Their first year with us was of course Christmas and Depth decided to get decked out like Santa Claus, his armor red and white where it should be and even sporting a healthy gut that jiggled when he laughed. He settled into a throne like chair that he must have made as it had the appearance of hand worked carvings and patted his lap, telling us that all us good mechs and femmes had to tell him what they wanted for Christmas morning. We humored him since we were all in a celebratory mood and having good will toward our fellows. Everyone got just a bit tipsy then turned in for the evening. In the morning we were in for a surprise as under the Christmas tree that we had set up a few days prior were wrapped gifts that had not been there before. Depth was naturally the first mech there. Once we all gathered together we passed out gifts and unwrapped them. The fact that the gifts from Santa Claus were just what someone had asked for was truly touching. Shadow gave Depth a friendly rub on the head and told him he was just a big old softy.
New Years evening. We should have been celebrating the New Year, but it wasn't to be that night. The Decepticons had decided to go after an oil tanker just off the coast of Washington state. We responded first to it as we were closer and had troops that could approach under the water so the Cons wouldn't see us coming. The fight was an ugly one too. Even with Depth, Shadow, and Magmorta shifting into aerial forms to help combat them, we were still taking a pounding. It didn't help any that a stray missile hit the oil tanker right in its holding bay. The resulting explosion was so large there was no way any humans on board survived it. The sea soon had fire on its surface as the oil spread out from the sinking tanker. By the times the Autobots from Metroplex arrived we had suffered some severe injuries to our group. The Cons too had some injuries and the influx of fresh warriors was just too much for them. They retreated; leaving us with the duty of getting our injured back to base as well as having to contain the oil slick and deal with its clean up. By morning the tanker had long since sunk to the bottom of the ocean and oil was still seeping out of it, but we had it well contained at that point. Dispersants ate away at the oil that was no longer able to burn thanks to a storm that squalled through the area. We were long gone by the time human ships arrived on scene.
Dirty with oil, I was one of the last to step into the base. My right arm was useless below the elbow thanks to a laser hit to it. I was walking with a bit of a limp as I hobbled over to the showers. Those Seacons sure knew how to bite a gal in the nastiest way possible. The bite area was still seeping a mix of energon, oil, and coolant from a few tooth holes. My shoulders, helmet, and face had all suffered some degree of fire damage. I certainly wasn't the worst off, at least I got back under my own power. Once I washed off as much of the oil as I could, I made my way to the medical bay, which was full of medics. We were certainly lucky the Metroplex group had brought Ratchet, First Aid and Wheeljack along not to mention a couple of newer medics that came from Cybertron about the week prior to the attack were here as well.
I looked at who was upon the tables as the medics worked. Seeing Tracer on one had me head over to see how she was doing. The femme had taken missile damage from a few of the seekers, but would survive once the medics had her stabilized. Not surprisingly Shark was among the seriously injured as well. I could tell he was the worst off of those being tended to at the moment. He was out cold, not even aware of what was going on around him. The trio of Depth, Magmorta, and Shadow came in to insist on helping the medics out. Once Ratchet had grudgingly given in to them, they tended to those that were next in line for a table. They worked together, talking softly in their own language as they formed tools in place of fingers upon their hands and got to work. I watched them from where I was standing; they certainly seemed to know what they were doing. The surprise on Tacea's face as she woke up to see the trio around her was quickly replaced by one of awe as she was completely repaired and in no pain. The trio moved on to another of the Hydrobots, Sarka, as Tacea stood up and watched what they did to her group member. Ratchet waved over at me and I gave him a questioning look which earned me a beckoning motion with a finger. I approached him where he was working on the unconscious Shark.
"Yes Ratchet?" I asked.
The medic smiled to me, "I need to ask you a very serious favor Barracuda."
Oh that didn't sound good, but I nodded a bit to him anyway, "Okay."
"Just stand there and don't move while I do this." he told me as he opened up my chest and fiddled around with what could pass for jumper cables that felt like his hooking up somewhere near my spark chamber. The other end of the cables he placed on either side of Sharks' own spark chamber. That's when I got just a tad panicked.
"Ratchet? What are you doing?" I asked, the panic sneaking into my voice a bit.
He didn't even look toward me as he was watching the mech's spark. "His spark is in severe flux from damage to the chamber itself. I needed the signals from your neural net to your stable spark." I glanced over at Shark's spark which was certainly beating rather oddly, but was beginning to show signs of settling down. Ratchet sighed in relief, "He's stabilizing. Good. I can continue repairs now. You'll have to stay hooked up to him until I'm done though."
I nodded to the medic, "All right." Mentally settling myself down as I doubted it would help the situation any. Considering the mech saved my life some years ago I was inclined to return the favor as it were.
I spent my time standing there looking around at the other medics, including the trio of aliens that had apparently learned something about our Cybertronian anatomy to help out, but always came back to see what Ratchet was doing and observe the beating of Shark's spark. It reminded me of that day when I had been put in the closet with him to talk to him when I was still human. It still wowed me how this beating energy that glowed like contained star was the soul of the mech that possessed it. Truly a spark was a beautiful thing, even if the mech himself had been an annoyance to me. I glanced around, wondering something. "Ratchet?" The medic made a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he worked busily. "Are all sparks the same size and color?" I asked.
He smiled and replied, "Not at all Barracuda. Size is usually proportionate to the mech or femme the spark resides in, though I have seen sparks get slightly larger after a spark merge occurs as well as get a bit smaller to make room in the chamber for the spark of a new life." he moved where his hands were, working just above the mech's spark now, "Color is another matter all together. Emotions and state of being can shift the color of it, so too can being spark merged with another. A spark that has never merged will typically be a pure white or even light blue with flecks of emotion and state of being color in it. A spark that has merged, but not a full spark merge where you are totally one with another, well that spark will be yellow or even orange with flecks of color. Full spark merge has a light green spark with flecks of color." again his hands moved and this time he disconnected the cables from Shark's spark chamber, "Though I must admit that with the new generation of Cybertronians built on Earth that the color of the spark is different from those of us that were built on Cybertron."
I looked down at Shark's spark which was light blue with flecks of dark blue and green in it. "And what color are they Ratchet?" I asked.
He stepped over to me to unhook the cables from me, "Red. Except for you Barracuda." he closed up my chest and saw the look on my face. "I'm not quite sure what to make of yours; it doesn't stay one color for long. I would think it's based off your mood, but that's just an educated guess." I nodded to him and grimaced a bit as my hip and knee simultaneously made me aware they had not appreciated me standing for as long as I had been. Ratchet returned to his work on Shark and said, "Have our dubious trio of doctors look at you Barracuda, I'm afraid these tables will be occupied for awhile yet."
I nodded to Ratchet and stepped over to where the trio were apparently waiting on me. Everyone else with minor injuries had already tended to and had left med bay. I sat down since my hip and knee were hurting me so bad. Magmorta had me lie down and the trio began to work on my injuries. "You three don't have sparks do you?" I asked curiously.
Shadow shook his head a little as did Magmorta. Depth chuckled, "Why ya asking, hoping to get a little spark action or sumthing there Coodoo."
Ah that lovely nickname he came up with had sprung up yet again, always when he was in a silly sort of romantic mood. "Just curiosity really. You must have something like a soul though that's a part of you." I pointed out.
Depth was busily working on the lines of energon, oil, and coolant that had been punctured by Seacon teeth. "We got souls, it’s just not handily contained in a light bulb." he snickered.
I giggled a bit as that struck me as amusing. Magmorta turned my head to the right to work on the back and that side of the helm, using something to remove the burn from the metal. Shadow was working on my elbow damage.
Depth continued after a bit of silence, "But ya know what, that spark merge stuff that I read about sounds like my idea of heaven. Having a femme know what I'm feeling and thinking all hours of the day, even probably sharing my dream state. Knowing intimately what feels good to her… mmm..."
Shadow spoke up, "Okay Depth, enough of that, I don’t need you starting getting lusty."
Magmorta smirked, "Depth talks as if that cannot happen with our kind anyway. How soon an old mech like him forgets the old ways of bonding with one you love."
Depth muttered, "I haven't forgotten… it has just been a long time ya know." he glanced at Shadow, "Virgin prince here don't know what it is like at all."
Shadow just narrowed his optics, "You know why I cannot."
Now this was getting interesting and I certainly wasn't going to speak up.
"That family curse of yours is a lie; you just refuse to believe that your own family would lie to you." Depth stated.
Magmorta sighed, "Can you two /not/ go over this again."
Shadow nodded as he finished and got up, "Consider it over."
"Fine." Depth muttered as he was working on sealing off the tooth holes in my armor.
Magmorta patted my shoulder, "Almost done Barracuda. Thank you for being patient."
I smiled, "Thank you for patching me up you three."
Depth finished up and looked me in the optics, "By the way Coodoo the Toothster took a missile for ya back dere."
Magmorta peered at the mech hard then gasped. "You aren't joking."
Shadow sighed as he looked over at Depth, then nodded a bit, "He isn’t."
Depth stood up and offered me a hand up. "I do not joke about stuff like dat. Just thought she should know is all."
I didn't know what to say, but I excused myself quickly, "I need to rest, been a long day." Then I went to my room to think awhile, then drifted off into recharge.
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