lyric 28

Today was unexpected.

Well that was the best description Lyric had for it anyway. She had woken up like the usual, now a little more relieved that she didn't have to worry about leaving Lacey alone with Windy while she slept with her creators.

Ever since they had had their little talk, Lacey had been spending more time with the weapon's specialist, giving a bit of a break to Lyric, although of course, still popped up every once in a while to say hi.

Today, however, she joined her creators for breakfast after waking up a little late, and noted that they had not set up any food for Windy.

"Did something happen?" She asked curiously, moving to her chair with the typical sluggishness of the morning.

"Nothin' important." Jazz said. Moving around the table to set her cube in front of her. He had just been declared back to full health the previous day, and was enjoying showing how well he could move again. Neither Prowl nor Lyric made any signs of paying too much attention, even if they felt happy for him.

"'Raj came by ta take 'er for the day, he's gonna try again." He continued, going back to his seat. "So we thought ta make some plans o'our own." He glanced towards Prowl as if giving him his cue to speak.

"Yes…well we have decided to take…a…" For once, Prowl seemed to struggle with a word, it was a curious sight.

"It starts with day…" Jazz intoned playfully "and ends with off." He snickered.

"You're taking a day off?" Lyric asked curiously, one of her door wings tilting slightly to the side.

"Yes…a…day off…" Prowl said slowly, as if the word burned his mouth. "Everything is under control for now, and we have scheduled ahead of time today's plans so that they can handle things without us for a few hours-"
"A day" Jazz input.

"- yes…a day. As I was saying, we have made all needed plans, and we were hoping that with the free time we have managed, you would agree to come with us outside of the ark to enjoy some of the nature that surrounds us."

Instantly Lyric perked up, door wings rising high behind her in peaked interest.

"I get to go outside?!"

"Be calm, it is only if you agree to stay within the perimeter, close enough to us in case anything happens."

Lyric opened her mouth, about to argue but Prowl held up a hand, successfully quieting her.

"I realize the likelihood of decepticons being found in the jungle is very small, but you are still new to being your size, and walking around an organic planet with a cybertronian body can be trickier than it sounds. We just wish to make sure, you will be allowed to explore on your own as long as you do not stray too far."

She huffed, slumping back into her chair and bringing her cube closer

"I guess that's as good as I'm going to get huh? Fine… I agree to your terms…as long as you keep your side of the deal".

"'Course we will girly" Jazz answered before Prowl could, the mech did not like to have his authority questioned, and Lyric had been on the border of doing just that. "An' it's a lovely day outside today, bright an' sunny."

A small smile graced her features, the young femme could already see it...

"That sounds nice" she said, taking a sip of her energon, and slapping at her chassis when it purred her happiness.

Both her creators chuckled lightly, already used to the act by now and returned to their morning rations.

It wasn't long after breakfast that they finally left the Ark.

Lyric was more than overwhelmed for the chance of feeling fresh air once more, and the many smells of nature surrounding their hide out.

Almost instantly she had dashed ahead of them, keeping within sight, yet still going off on her own, setting Prowl more than a little bit on edge.

"Relax Prowler... girl needs ta stretch her gyros." Jazz told his mate in amusement, watching as well.

"I would rather she stretch them without injuring herself." He replied tersely, arms crossed over his chassis.

"Yeh well... meh too, but ya know that ain't gonna happen." Jazz admitted as they chose a clearing as a nice place to stop, it had a pleasant view of the precipice, and the sound of a faraway waterfall served as a soothing and relaxing factor to the wonderful scenery.

"Moments like these make me realize I will in fact miss Earth" Prowl admitted as the two fell into meditation stances.

"Ah feel ya there" Jazz agreed, giving his creation one last glance, making sure she saw them stopping and that she wouldn't wander off too far.

"Hound is already making arrangements to have some samples from earth to take with us, should we find a suitable place of our own somewhere...however unlikely that is."

Jazz nodded uncertainly, shifting into his more comfortable meditating stance.

They soon fell into silence, focusing on their exercise, giving attention to Lyric's whereabouts only every once in a while.

By the trees, Lyric had been appreciating her own view of Nature, observing the many jungle flowers that she had never seen before, and the strange jungle trees. This was of course a completely different environment from the one she had grown up in, so it was just that more fascinating.

At one point, she could have sworn she'd seen a monkey somewhere between the dense vegetation, but because she was aware of her limits into wandering off, she had stayed where she was.

Besides, what would she do to the poor monkey? She didn't even like them too much.

Looking above to the trees that were even bigger than her new size, she could hear the many tropical birds and animals chanting their life away, she could once in a while spot colors and silhouettes of said birds, and at one point she was pretty sure she saw a parrot, which made her wander where she was...

A thought occurred to her briefly, and she glanced back towards her creators, they were both focused in their own thing, and momentarily unaware of her thoughts.
Approaching one of the large and very thick trees, she grabbed a branch and tested its strength, she was pleased to see that even with her weight it was very strong.

The tree went very high up, and even the lowest branches were barely within her reach, so she took a few steps back into the clearing and looked back to the tree, taking in a deep breath.
Before she could reconsider if this was or not a good idea, she sprinted forwards, jumping up onto the tree when close enough and taking one or two running steps up before gravity started pulling and she grabbed the branch she needed.

She heard a yelp of surprise from the clearing but didn't dare to look back, her focus was now on the tree limbs, making sure she was secure.

"Lyric get down from there this instant!" Prowl's voice bellowed, startling her with its alarm.

"Its fine! It can take my weight" she said, peeking down over her shoulder and seeing her creators approaching. She rolled her optics behind her visor, really, could they be even more overprotective? It annoyed her slightly that they acted like she couldn't do anything... hadn't she proved herself already? She had after all managed well in the last Decepticon attack!

Ignoring the concerned looks she made to climb a few more branches up.

"Managin' yer weight ain't the question 'ere!" Jazz spoke up, sounding equally concerned, if not a little angry for her disobedience. "Yer not used to yer body yet!"

"I'm doing just fine!" she threw back at him, continuing her climb, not even looking down, her focus was now on the top, as far up as the tree could hold her.

"Do not make us come up to get you" Prowl warned.

"Will you quit fussing over me every klik?" she snapped, tired of their commands. "I'm not a child."

"On the contrary, you are still underage and under our care, so please come down before we are forced to come up with an appropriate punishment for you."

"How about no?" she shot back "Besides, what are you going to do to me? Lock me in my room? Its not like I haven't been stuck inside for like... months?god knows how long."

"If we have ta, we can forbid ya from seein' yer friends fer a while."

"You just try that why don't you?" she said carelessly. It WAS a bad punishment, but she was trying to make a point here, they had no right to control her life or her decisions, and she was proving that.
Finally she reached the limit of where the tree could hold her.

She sat down, and looked around, appreciating the view. As sad as it was, she could see no signs of civilization near, only jungle and more jungle...

The silence from below told her that her creators had eventually given up once they saw she had sat down, which meant she got some privacy back again.

She let out a long vent, listening in to the sounds, and wishing to see something...anything she could recognize. There was nothing...

She spent a while there, every once in a while sneaking a glance down, seeing Prowl and Jazz back to their previous spots, meditating once more.
The warmth of the sun on her metal felt oddly nice... it had been such a long time since she got to enjoy the sun on her "skin", even the breeze felt nice.

Then her peace was interrupted once again, not by her creators, but by her hud.

Blinking, she observed the small icon curiously, she didn't recognize the glyph, and the icon didn't really make any sense to her... curious she opened the file, and was given a large list, the first item selected displayed a diagram on the side of a femme bot, likely a car from what she could tell from its frame.
Clicking the second item, it changed into a different model, now one of a seeker femme.
The list went on like that, and out of curiosity and lack of understanding of what this list was, Lyric picked a nice looking byke femme and clicked on start.
Then without warning, her body jerked back, as if something invisible had hit her.
She let out a yelp of surprise, barely managing to secure herself on the branch before her body did another violent jerk, making her slip a little on the branch.

She yelped, digging her fingers into the bark, trying to keep up with what her systems were telling her.

Cybertronian was hard enough to read, it was worst when it just scrolled by your vision without waiting.

Then her arm started to twist painfully, forcing her to let go of the branch and falling down, tumbling across many branches and leaves, until she eventually got stuck between some, her body twisting and bending in unnatural and unpleasant ways, getting further stuck in the foliage.

She was in such a panic that she didn't make out Prowl's and Jazz words, nor did she notice them climbing up with rapt speed until they were actually somewhere around her, according to her messed up sensors.

"Shh! Shh! Calm down Lyric" Jazz tried futility, trying to find the young femme's head. "Slag... she's pretty tangled there... her head started shiftin' inwards already" He told Prowl, who was trying to analyze how to best get his creation out of this mess.

"Her doorwings are halfway through, one is jammed between those branches" He noted, testing one of the stuck legs, it wiggled slightly. "I think I am able to unpin her from above, but you will have to secure her while I reach some of the areas, so that she does not pull her limbs" he instructed.

"Hear that sweetspark? Dun move. We're gonna get ya outta there" Jazz spoke to where he guessed the head had shifted into. He heard a small voice from in there in reply.
"Okay, I got 'er." He told Prowl, shifting to the tree limbs underneath the young femme and holding her by her torso.

Prowl nodded and moved forwards to free the doorwings first, once they were, they fluttered, relieved to be free. He gave them a small pat before moving to the legs.

"Gotta say... worst place ta have yer first transformation sparkles" Jazz commented as the weight from the first leg came down and he put more strength into holding her.

"First transformations by themselves tend to be complicated as it is without the need of extra challenges" Prowl agreed, struggling with freeing the second leg.

Then without much warning the branch the leg was stuck in broke, making the rest of her fall. There was a sickening crack just before a scream broke out.

"Slag! Prowl! The arm!" Jazz shouted, trying his best to push his creation back up and loosen the stretch on her one remaining limb still stuck in a branch.

Prowl moved quickly to release the arm, his optics narrowing as he saw sparks coming out from the shoulder. He carefully moved it, flinching when Lyric let out a mixture of a whimper with a scream of pain.

"Its dislocated" He told Jazz, moving to join him at a better height, making sure to move the injured arm as much as possible.

"Frag...its okay Lyric, jus' hold on. Prowler an' Ah are bringin' ya down. We'll call Ratchet."

"Already did" Prowl informed promptly, as they started to descend.

With how slowly and carefully they came down, it was no surprise that Ratchet had already arrived, escorted by the twins for extra help, should he need someone to be carried, or should there have been any attacks... for once Prowl hadn't exactly been very descriptive of the situation.

"Now whats all this about?" The medic said as they finally reached the ground with the messed up body.

"Yikes... that looks painful" Sideswipe commented with a cringe.

"A bad first transformation" Prowl explained " Combined with falling down from this three, one of her shoulders is dislocated it seems."

"Set her down" Ratchet instructed, helping them do so for the femme's lesser pain.

He examined the problem for a few moments, figuring out how to best approach it.

"We're going to have to force her to change back to bipedal mode, I won't dare to fix the arm until that's done."

The twins hissed at the mere idea. Forced transformation was NOT a pleasant experience... soldiers had to experience every once in a while due to battle damage. Sometimes you were just unlucky enough to get hit mid transformation.

"Hear that sparkles?" Jazz spoke to the misshaped mass, petting what he thought was her back.

"Yer gonna be fine."

"All right, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, grab a leg each." Ratchet instructed. "Jazz, you hold the injured arm, I want you to make sure it wont be hurt any further or ripped off. Prowl help me grab her around the torso."

They moved to their places, and then not giving the girl any warning started to pull, forcing her leg gears to move unwillingly back into their natural position, a part of her torso felt like it had changed as well.

Startled by the uncomfortable pain Lyric let out a scream, trying desperately to bear it.

"Okay, good" Ratchet noted, nodding for the twins to let go of the legs, which promptly fell limp. The femme's engine was struggling and sputtering with the strain it was under. "Now, hold her stead Prowl, I'm going to work on this arm" He said, moving around the armor and searching for the right spots to make the arm shift.

Again the pain was uncomfortable, and it kept being so as they passed on from body part to body part until they were finally done, the girl practically limp in Prowl's arms, panting with effort.

"Lets see that arm now" Ratchet said, shooing Jazz out of the way and moving in, poking and prodding. "hmmm... This isn't just dislocated..." he muttered, frowning as he brightened his optics a notch to see better inside the joint. "Its broken, I'm going to have to fix her back at the medbay." he informed.

"Very well." Prowl said, moving to pick up his child, bridal style, being mindful of the arm which Ratchet made lie on her abdominal plating. "At the very least, it was a mercy that it was not one of her doorwings" He commented, as the group made to leave, Ratchet Prowl and Jazz at the front, the twins at the back.

"I second that" Ratchet commented, keeping tabs on the disoriented child.

Behind them, the twins watched with some form of pity.

"Reminds me of that time..."

"DON'T even go there" Sunstreaker growled, knowing exactly what his brother was thinking.

"What, you got to admit, we were lucky we didn't get anything broken... our first transformations were totally messed up."

Sunstreaker rolled his optics "I'm just glad I wasn't transformed into you permanently."

Sidedswipe snickered "Yeah, we'd be a gestalt if we did."

The resounding clang of Sunstreaker's hand whacking his brother on the back of the head was the last thing Lyric heard before the drain from the pain took over and set her into an unsettled recharge.