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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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I was quick about speaking to Perceptor about the possibility of the xenos race being compatible to our own or made so in order to keep from losing their race entirely. The mech took it on as a challenge to his creativity as well as his resourcefulness and skill as a scientist. He asked Skyfire to assist him by bouncing ideas off the fellow scientist and having him do the specimen gathering from the xenos as well as from a few of us.
A couple weeks had passed since that discussion with the xenos and despite what Shark had professed to me it seemed like he was avoiding me again. The severe lack of seeing him sure gave me that impression and I wondered why. The shift schedule changed weekly; sometimes it was altered slightly daily if something came up. Checking on said schedule I saw he had been given the sparkling sitting duties for the week with Forge showing as being off for that same time. Well it explained the past few days at least, no doubt the children were keeping him busy. I took a moment to swing by the daycare area of the base and peeked in; Shark was seated cross legged on the floor with the children gathered around him. I stayed out of sight and listened in for a short while as he told them a story.
Stepping away from the door jam and turning, I found myself facing Depth who cocked his head and murmured, "He's good with those kids ya know."
"So it seems." I replied, "By the way any news from the scientists?"
He shifted his hands behind his back, slowly bouncing on his feet and he drawled out, "Maaayybeeee."
I shook my head at the mech, "Uh huh. Well don't let them prick you too many times there Depth, you may just lose some of that 'ladies mech' charm of yours."
He snorted at that and said, "Oh I doubt that, I got it in spades ya know. Now if you excuse me, the eel master in there wanted me to tell the kids a couple stories."
"Keep it clean and have fun." I offered as I strode away.
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Another week passed, still no outward sign of Shark approaching me – but then the mech had this interesting habit of following you without letting you know he was doing so. I surmised that he was either thinking things over or allowing me time to come to him when I was ready. My head was clear of any heat induced influence, so I did think about what he had said and all the ways he had shown he really meant it. Thing was that my spark wasn't into it, despite all I felt around him via my spark aches and the way I reacted to him while in heat. I had to wonder if I ever would be ready to return that sort of emotion and more importantly prepared for giving myself entirely to the mech.
Kup's tap on my shoulder drew me out of my pondering as I sat in the rec room. "Lass, I need to ask you to go on an upcoming mission to another planet that will perhaps utilize your psychic ability to keep everyone safe. "
I was surprised he brought that up, but nodded to the elderly mech and said, "Sure thing. When should I be ready?"
"Tomorrow evening. Just have to ask a couple more staffers and give Prime the list for his review and approval."
"Okay, I'll be ready for it by then. Any change to my work schedule tonight?" I inquired.
"Not tonight. But tomorrow you'll have the day off, so enjoy it." he said, "Now then, gotta get on to my seeking out staffers. I'll notify you of the mission briefing by tonight."
I nodded to him, "Sounds good."
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That night Kup gathered the staffers that would be going on the mission and went over the details of it. The following night we boarded the shuttle to head over to Metroplex to pick up a few more for the mission then it was off into space with us. I slowly tuned out the conversations around me so I could focus on any psychic impressions. We were about to land by the time I got anything useful, but then I hadn't really been practicing the skill. Impressions just came of their own free will; I had never purposefully sought it out before.
Not surprisingly the few veterans headed out of the shuttle first to scope out the landing area and then the rest of us exited the shuttle. We had been assured we shouldn't find any intelligent life on the planet, but still a couple mechs had their weapons ready just in case we got any surprise visitors. Springer was leading this particular mission, Shark was right by his older brothers' side as the two moved into a cave not far from where we landed. I could hear the pings of sonar and radar Shark sent out as we walked deep into the cave. The glowing green crystal structure hanging from the ceiling was why we were here. The scientists wanted some gathered to study and the more they had the better. We got teamed up in threes; one would hold the crystal, a second would cut the crystal from the cave roof, and the third was to be loaded up with the stuff.
I was the holder in my trio. The sensation I got off the crystal itself was quite unnerving, I couldn't quite place why, but I had always trusted my psychic impressions before. I was quick to tell the others that we should make our gathering fast because of I felt something was going to go wrong. Springer gave me a curious look then met me halfway by asking us to go as fast as was safely possible.
It took perhaps 30 minutes to cut away enough crystals to fully load the hauler of our trio, another 10 minutes for the second hauler in the other group. Once done, we all headed out of the cave and boarded the shuttle. The crystals were moved from the haulers to a large container for the trip back home. Once that was completed, we blasted off and headed back to Earth.
When we arrived at Metroplex it wasn't a surprise that the medics were standing by with scanners to check us over before they asked us to walk through a decontamination shower that had been set up at the landing pad. The thought of radiation crossed my mind as we went through it one by one and were rescanned. Ratchet frowned at his scanner and moved around me until he asked me to show him my right elbow joint, to which I complied. He held the scanner there and peered closely at the joint. He vented softly and took out pliers from his subspace. I felt something get wedged free of the joint and looked to see that a sliver of crystal had been removed. After that we reboarded the shuttle and headed back to our base.
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Three days later I was feeling nauseous, which I found utterly confusing and curious since I had never seen any of the others ill or sick over the years. I figured perhaps I got hold of a bad ration and it would pass given time.
I was wrong.
By day four I was dizzy, nauseous to the point of vomiting. I couldn't keep down a ration too long and thusly my systems were flashing warnings at me. Despite my slight weakness from lack of nourishment, I made my way to the med bay to have Gynae check me over.
The audible gasp that escaped the medic followed by a scramble over to the med lab computer certainly concerned me. There was frantic typing behind me as I lay there patiently. I was aware of her speaking softly and surmised she had commed up Ratchet. The nausea hit me hard and I rolled over to vomit, but nothing came out so it wasmore akin to a dry heave.
Gynae returned to my side with concern etched on her face, "Try to keep this down if you can Barracuda." she requested, holding out a goodie sized energon cube.
I took it and swallowed it down, the nausea hit me right away and it was apparent I couldn't keep even that much down. Gynae commed up the xenos to watch over me. Once they arrived she took them aside to whisper something to them before she ducked out of med bay.
Depth came over as the other two chatted in their own dialect; he leaned over me and sniffed. Straightening he said something in that dialect that silenced them. He looked me right in the optics, "The stuff you guys collected was it glowing green crystals hanging from a cave roof?"
"Yes." I replied.
Depth shook his head and glanced over to Gynae as she returned to the med bay, "So what Ratchet say?" he asked.
The female medic walked over to my table with something in her hands, "He said to try this and wait an hour to see if she feels better." Gynae replied as she injected whatever the stuff was directly into an energon line in my neck.
Depth nodded to that, "All right. I'd like to know later if it works or not."
I spoke up, "I'll personally comm you Depth."
"Good then." the mech stated, then headed out of med bay with the other two xenos.
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