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Ghost with a Gun (tf fanfick)
Chapter 1-2
Ratchet was having what seemed to be normal day. That was until he noticed a energon trail starting from the door of his med bay. He drew his gun and ever so cashasly opened the door. His med bay was a mess. Medical supplies everywhere, as well as energon. He slowly maneuver his way around the mess. Till he came to the back corner of his med bay. There he found a mech....well he thought it was a mech. He couldn’t really tell. The mech in question looked like it had a invisible camo, but it was broken. The mech was shifting in and out of its clocker, so it was making it hard to tell who it was. He approached cashasly. Looking the bot over. There was a mean looking sniper rifle beside it, that the mech was clutching in one hand. He reached out and placed a hand on the mech, no movement. Ratchet figured the bot must have gone into stasis lock and started maneuvering his hands over the bot to see if he could find a way to shut the cloaker down. He found it on the bots are, as well as a bullet hole. Someone had attempted to shoot the mechs cloaker and sort of succeed. He fumbled with the wires in the bots arm before the cloaker finally went off.....reveling a silver fem with black markings and wearing a old, tattered gray cloak.
It took him a bit to clear off the recharge slad, get the fem out of her cloak and get her up on the table to look at her wounds. She wasn’t heavy at all though. She was a sleek build, with tiers built into her feet. She had a storage place on her back for her gun and her right eye had been retrofitted for a targeting system. She had three shots in her torso, one in her arm where her cloaking tech was and another in her left heal. She had been trying to do a patch job on herself before she had hit stasis lock. So Ratchet gathered what tools he needed and started to fix her up.
While doing so he noted a symbol on the side of her head. It was a targeting symbol with a skull in it. He vaguely knew this symbol. He had hear from prime that there was a guild of snipers out there, that hired to do jobs on any side of the war. But that was just a rumor, right?
Her optics came online slowly. She was still in the med bay but not in the same position she was in when her stasis lock hit. That and she heard someone moving about the bay. She was laying down and her hand was by the compartment on her leg with the combat knife in it. When the red and white mech came over to check on her. She sprang! Sliding past him and grabbing hold of his neck with one arm. The other had the knife pointed to cut a mager energon tub in his neck.
"Ugg....what the slag?" He yelled but didn’t struggle.
"What did you do to me? Where is my stuff?"
"Look, I’m a medic. I fixed you up, as for your items....they are on the table over there."
She gave a quick look but that was all the medic needed. She felt a sharp pain in her right leg and then everything went num. She fell backwards and hit the ground, unable to move. The white and red mech leaned over her.
"Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a medic after all. Whatever you got yourself into, your safe here." He hoisted her back onto the slad while talking. "Now be a good patient and behave. Move to much and you will reopen your wounds. Ill go get you something to eat. Looks like you could use it."
So he left her on the slad. She was grumbling and berating herself for letting a medic get the best of her...when she noticed that he had indeed patched her up. Which puzzled her for a bit. She had thought he would have offlined her or turned her over to one of the fractions for judgement but no. Maybe he could be trusted...a little...
Ratchet was trying not to be in a bad mood, but his recent patient was making that very hard. She had been here for only a few megacicles now but was proving a havoc. When the paralyzing agent he had given her wore off, she had seemed to play nice. When he left the room to grab some more medical supplies, he had come back to her trying to sneak away. She hadn’t gotten far due to her busted leg. So he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the med bay. Giving her a good scolding while doing so. Though she seemed to ignore him while he was doing it. Suppose he was lucky that he had thought to lock her items away after she had attacked him the first time. Dough she go anywhere without them.
“so what’s your name?” he asked as he was looking at the wireing in her arm. She was looking away from him and didn’t seem to even notice he was speaking. “look the lest you could do is give me your name, after everything I did for ya.”
“slag off…I was perfectly capable of looking after myself. I didn’t need your help!”
“like slag you didn’t. You where in stasis lock and bleeding out when I found you! You would have gone offline if I hadn't done anything” he yelled. Their face plates inches away from each other and looking at each other like they where about to scrap each other. Then she moved back a little and looked away.
“Ghost…”
“nice to meet you ghost.” He grumbled and turned away.” That’s all I can do for your arm for now. The rest will be up to how it heals.”
He turned away to put his tools away, as she was stretching out her arm. Winching when she moved it the wrong way and looked back at the mech.
“ why did you help me?”
“I'm a medic and you needed help. Your my patient. Now wait here and no sneaking off. Ill get us some energon.”
When he got back, he found her trying to stand on her bad ankle again.
“slag it..” he grumbled and put the energon down. Going over and putting her back on the slab, while she protest. “its only going to get worse if you keep trying to stand on it like that. Give it time…”
She huffed and took the energon when he handed it to her.
“you ever going to tell me how you got injured like that?”
She shook her head in a no. That’s when Ratchet heard a commotion outside. Leaveing the med bay to see Prowl speaking very harshly to a few other medics. As soon as he saw Ratchet, he stormed over.
“where is it? Where is the sniper?”
Ratchet was a bit confused at first, until it clicked. To the rumors where true and the fem was one of them. Even still, she was his patient and still under his care. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere.
“I have no idea what your talking about prowl. There are only patients here.” Giving a stern glare at the other medics to keep their voice boxes off.
“don’t play games with me ratchet…someone informed me one is here. They are dangerous and must be brought in as soon as possible for questioning.” He glared at ratchet for a bit. “you do have one here….where is it!”
Ratchet tried to block his way but the white and black mech was faster. Dodging past ratchet and heading into the bay where Ghost was, only to find it empty. Ratchet caught up with him, a little surprised but not showing it.
“where is the sniper?” growled at Ratchet.
“must have got loss while I was talking to you. Would be long gone by now.”
Prowl glared death at the medic as he stormed out of the clinic.
Chapter 3
Ghost was sore and her systems where over heating from taking her cloaker. One of her torso wounds was leaking as well. After prowl had left the clinic, Ratchet had decided to move her. She had noted to him that they would not get far without someone spotting her. So here she was, clinging to his shoulder and limping. While he trued to pretend he didn’t have a invisible fem clinging to him. Luckily they got to his apartment without incident. She was almost falling into recharge when they got into his apartment. She shut down her cloaker as Ratchet helped her over to the recharge slad.
“shut down for a bit. I’m going to look at those injuries again.”
She couldn’t put up much of a fight as he started working. It was ether recharge now or go into stasis lock.
It was while the fem was in rechagre that Ratchet noticed something odd. He had also notice it when he first started working on her but had shrugged it off then. She had no visible featers that of what she transformed into. It was just one more question he had for her on top of the many.
When she wake up, she moved out of the room where the slab was and into the living part of the apartment. There where medical tool on a table, waiting to be cleaned. Data pads everywhere and a few awards the mech had been given up on the walls. She looked over to find the red and white mech in recharge slumped in a chair with a data pad in hand. She limped over and looked at the data pad. It was on monoformers. She gave a humph and was going to go back to the slab when she heard the mech waking up. Turning around to face him as his optics came to life. Ratchet turned annoyed optics on her.
“your suppose to be resting.”
“I got bored. Besides its not like I'm doing anything strenuous. “
“you ever going to tell me what happened to you?”
She gave a grumble. And look at him.“why should I tell you anything?”
“cuz I fixed you up and kept you from being turned over! Don’t you think you owe me a explanation by now?”
She gave another grumble but finally gave in.
“fine, that white and black mech was right. I am a sniper form the guild. I was give the job to hunt down and take out a rouge that turned on the guild. Slagen mech got a lucky shot on me and took out my cloaker. So I tried the direct approach and you can tell how well that worked out. I gave as good as I got and hope it put him down.”
Ratchet was rudding the bridge of his nose and contemplating what he had gotten himself into. At that he got up and started for the door.
“I'm going to go out for a bit to clear my head. You stay put” he said as he exited his apartment.
Ratchet had gone to Macadums old oil house. Meeting up with his old friend Ironhide. He somewhat explained what was going on. Leaving out the part that the fem he was looking after was part of the sniper guild.
Ironhide just shook his head at his old friend. “just no understanding some bots. Maybe its best she moves on fast?”
Ratchet just shrugged and continued drinking. A few megacycles later and he was helping his over energized friend home. Once Ironhide was safely home, the medic began his treck home. Suddenly he was gradded from behind. A small gun pressed to the back of his chest where his spark was located. The hand moved so that the bots arm was around his neck.
“where’s the fem sniper that wandered into your med bay?” came a scratchy voice
“I have no idea what your talking about. Release me!”
“don’t play me for a fool. If you wont hand her over, then you will help bring her to me.” And with that, Ratchets world went dark.
Chapter 4
Ghost wake from her recharge to the sound of her com chiming. A scratchy voice came over it, one she recognized.
“hello guild sniper. I have your little mech friend. If you want him back then come play with me.”
The link went dead but not before she tracked it back to its source. Which brought her to a abandoned building at the edge of town. She shifted a bit uncomfortable due to not havening her gun with her. Ratchet had stored it somewhere and she wasn’t able to find it. She readjusted her scope eye and entered the building threw a busted window.
She dropped down into darkness. Her target eye hunting for her target threw the darkness. The building had a half second floor that looked more like a loft. Her targets where up there. No dough the rouge would be guarding the ledge, so she would have to find another way up. There was a small crane that had been using to lift stuff from the second level to the main floor and back again. There was still a broken line hanging from it. She activated her cloaker and this time it worked. Moving over to the crane. It was a small leap up to it and a quick clime up. Which surprised her and found out why it was so easy when she landed on the second floor and a stabilizer almost collided with her head. She tried to roll to the side but the stabilizer caught her in the side and sent her sprawling. She ended up by the stabilizer’s of another not. She looked up to see Ratchet tied to a chair and gagged. There was no point in keeping her cloaker on now and disengaged it. Ratchet looked at her with wide eyes and would have scolded her audio receptor off if he could. She quickly got to her feet and turned to see the rouge sniper. He was a black and gray cameo mech and looked liken he turned into a jet. He rushed her and tackled her midsection, sending them both sprawling. All the while, Ratchet had been able to get a hold of one of his medical tools he kept in a arm compartment and was working his way free.
Both the fem and mech where tussling around, trying to get the upper hand on each other. The mech suddenly got the Upper hand and pinned her to the ground. All of a sudden there was a flash of red and white and the rouge was tackled off her. The two mechs went rolling and Ratchet went over the edge of the second floor. Grabbing the edge at the last minute. The mech recovering and grabbing his gun, as Ratchet was struggling to get himself back up. He had just got up as far as his chest when he heard a loud bang. Looking up to see Ghost collapse after taking a shot for him. He huld himself up and over to her. There was a large hole near her spark chamber. He could see the faint glow and then he felt a barrel press agents his head. He noticed the compartment on Ghosts leg. He grabbed it and turned. Stabbing it into the mechs leg . When the mech dropped in surprise, Ratchet plunged the knife into his spark. The mech shuttered for a second before falling over, offline.
Ratchet quickly turned to Ghost and hulled her onto his back. He had to be fast or she would share the same fate as the rouge.
Chapter 5
Ghost slowly onlined her optics. There was a aching in her chest plate. When she tried to move, a hand stopped her. She looked over to see Ratchet giving her a very stern look.
“stay still or I will paralyze you again.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that and settle back down on the slad. “fine, ill do what you say for now grumpy mech. Hoe long this time?”
“ a bit longer then last time I'm afraid. Your lucky to still be online. A few more inches and it would have hit your spark. Also while I was fixing you, I noticed you had no t-cog.”
She gave a grumble and turned slightly away from Ratchet. “so I'm a momoformer…what of it? It took damaged when I was young and instead of fixing it, they pulled it.”
Ratchet tipped his head to one side but didn’t press the matter. “why did you do it? You could have just left and never minded what that mech would have done.”
“I was tasked by the guild to hunt and offline the mech. So I would have had to catch him eventual. Plus I owed you then for saving my aft. Though doesn’t matter now cuz I owe you again…”
Ratchet just shock his head and smiled. Sensing there was a another reason for her actions.
Ratchet was carefully taking the bandages off Ghosts chest plate. She winced slightly but otherwise no complaints. It had taken twice as long for this wound to heal over the previously ones. This one left a scar. He ran his finger over it gently, which caused her to shiver. He gave a sudden yelp as she grabbed behind his helm and pulled their face plates together. For a few moments they stayed like that, lips locked. Till he pulled away, both their face plates red. He went back for another kiss and moved so that he was onto of her, laying on the slab. Where she had started kissing him, he started moving his hands threw her circuitry. Hitting sensitive wires as he went. She started to return it and his cpu buzzed with the feeling. Continuing this play until his cpu couldn’t proses anymore and overloaded itself. Both slipping into recharge, with Ratchet protectively holding her.
Ghost wake up first and looked up sadly at the white and red mech. She didn’t want to leave but she had to or else the guild would see her as a rouge. His arms gripped around her hard, which was going to make it a problem to get free. As she shifted he started to wake up. Shifting his head to look at her.
“sorry for this.” She said, brushing his face with her hand.
He gave her a confused look but soon realized what she was doing when she reached behind his head. It was to late to stop her as she pinched a wire and he was forced back into recharge. She slipped free of him. Finding her gun and cloak and leaving his apartment.
Ratchet had been grumpy for months now. Ever since Ghost had slipped away from him. Even his fellow bots had noticed his behavior and where trying to keep a bit of distance from him. Until one day when he came back to his apartment to find a box sitting outside. He cocked his head to one side and looked around before picking it up and bring it in. When he took off the lid, he found a small red and black youngling with a scope on his shoulder inside and wrapped up in a blanket. There was also a data pad beside him. Ratchet carefully took out the pad and read it. His spark hurting when he did.
Dear Ratchet
I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I have done but I beg you to look after this little one. The guild dose not know he exist and I wish they never find out. I want him to have a better future , where he can choice what he wants to do. Hopefully he will help people like to do. His name is Perceptor.
Ratchet was brought out of his reading when he heard the youngling clicking. Going over and looking in the box to see the little one looking back at him. It held up its arms to him. Ratchet sighed and picked it up. Excepting the responsibility Ghost had left him.
Ghost with a Gun (tf fanfick)
Chapter 1-2
Ratchet was having what seemed to be normal day. That was until he noticed a energon trail starting from the door of his med bay. He drew his gun and ever so cashasly opened the door. His med bay was a mess. Medical supplies everywhere, as well as energon. He slowly maneuver his way around the mess. Till he came to the back corner of his med bay. There he found a mech....well he thought it was a mech. He couldn’t really tell. The mech in question looked like it had a invisible camo, but it was broken. The mech was shifting in and out of its clocker, so it was making it hard to tell who it was. He approached cashasly. Looking the bot over. There was a mean looking sniper rifle beside it, that the mech was clutching in one hand. He reached out and placed a hand on the mech, no movement. Ratchet figured the bot must have gone into stasis lock and started maneuvering his hands over the bot to see if he could find a way to shut the cloaker down. He found it on the bots are, as well as a bullet hole. Someone had attempted to shoot the mechs cloaker and sort of succeed. He fumbled with the wires in the bots arm before the cloaker finally went off.....reveling a silver fem with black markings and wearing a old, tattered gray cloak.
It took him a bit to clear off the recharge slad, get the fem out of her cloak and get her up on the table to look at her wounds. She wasn’t heavy at all though. She was a sleek build, with tiers built into her feet. She had a storage place on her back for her gun and her right eye had been retrofitted for a targeting system. She had three shots in her torso, one in her arm where her cloaking tech was and another in her left heal. She had been trying to do a patch job on herself before she had hit stasis lock. So Ratchet gathered what tools he needed and started to fix her up.
While doing so he noted a symbol on the side of her head. It was a targeting symbol with a skull in it. He vaguely knew this symbol. He had hear from prime that there was a guild of snipers out there, that hired to do jobs on any side of the war. But that was just a rumor, right?
Her optics came online slowly. She was still in the med bay but not in the same position she was in when her stasis lock hit. That and she heard someone moving about the bay. She was laying down and her hand was by the compartment on her leg with the combat knife in it. When the red and white mech came over to check on her. She sprang! Sliding past him and grabbing hold of his neck with one arm. The other had the knife pointed to cut a mager energon tub in his neck.
"Ugg....what the slag?" He yelled but didn’t struggle.
"What did you do to me? Where is my stuff?"
"Look, I’m a medic. I fixed you up, as for your items....they are on the table over there."
She gave a quick look but that was all the medic needed. She felt a sharp pain in her right leg and then everything went num. She fell backwards and hit the ground, unable to move. The white and red mech leaned over her.
"Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a medic after all. Whatever you got yourself into, your safe here." He hoisted her back onto the slad while talking. "Now be a good patient and behave. Move to much and you will reopen your wounds. Ill go get you something to eat. Looks like you could use it."
So he left her on the slad. She was grumbling and berating herself for letting a medic get the best of her...when she noticed that he had indeed patched her up. Which puzzled her for a bit. She had thought he would have offlined her or turned her over to one of the fractions for judgement but no. Maybe he could be trusted...a little...
Ratchet was trying not to be in a bad mood, but his recent patient was making that very hard. She had been here for only a few megacicles now but was proving a havoc. When the paralyzing agent he had given her wore off, she had seemed to play nice. When he left the room to grab some more medical supplies, he had come back to her trying to sneak away. She hadn’t gotten far due to her busted leg. So he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the med bay. Giving her a good scolding while doing so. Though she seemed to ignore him while he was doing it. Suppose he was lucky that he had thought to lock her items away after she had attacked him the first time. Dough she go anywhere without them.
“so what’s your name?” he asked as he was looking at the wireing in her arm. She was looking away from him and didn’t seem to even notice he was speaking. “look the lest you could do is give me your name, after everything I did for ya.”
“slag off…I was perfectly capable of looking after myself. I didn’t need your help!”
“like slag you didn’t. You where in stasis lock and bleeding out when I found you! You would have gone offline if I hadn't done anything” he yelled. Their face plates inches away from each other and looking at each other like they where about to scrap each other. Then she moved back a little and looked away.
“Ghost…”
“nice to meet you ghost.” He grumbled and turned away.” That’s all I can do for your arm for now. The rest will be up to how it heals.”
He turned away to put his tools away, as she was stretching out her arm. Winching when she moved it the wrong way and looked back at the mech.
“ why did you help me?”
“I'm a medic and you needed help. Your my patient. Now wait here and no sneaking off. Ill get us some energon.”
When he got back, he found her trying to stand on her bad ankle again.
“slag it..” he grumbled and put the energon down. Going over and putting her back on the slab, while she protest. “its only going to get worse if you keep trying to stand on it like that. Give it time…”
She huffed and took the energon when he handed it to her.
“you ever going to tell me how you got injured like that?”
She shook her head in a no. That’s when Ratchet heard a commotion outside. Leaveing the med bay to see Prowl speaking very harshly to a few other medics. As soon as he saw Ratchet, he stormed over.
“where is it? Where is the sniper?”
Ratchet was a bit confused at first, until it clicked. To the rumors where true and the fem was one of them. Even still, she was his patient and still under his care. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere.
“I have no idea what your talking about prowl. There are only patients here.” Giving a stern glare at the other medics to keep their voice boxes off.
“don’t play games with me ratchet…someone informed me one is here. They are dangerous and must be brought in as soon as possible for questioning.” He glared at ratchet for a bit. “you do have one here….where is it!”
Ratchet tried to block his way but the white and black mech was faster. Dodging past ratchet and heading into the bay where Ghost was, only to find it empty. Ratchet caught up with him, a little surprised but not showing it.
“where is the sniper?” growled at Ratchet.
“must have got loss while I was talking to you. Would be long gone by now.”
Prowl glared death at the medic as he stormed out of the clinic.
Chapter 3
Ghost was sore and her systems where over heating from taking her cloaker. One of her torso wounds was leaking as well. After prowl had left the clinic, Ratchet had decided to move her. She had noted to him that they would not get far without someone spotting her. So here she was, clinging to his shoulder and limping. While he trued to pretend he didn’t have a invisible fem clinging to him. Luckily they got to his apartment without incident. She was almost falling into recharge when they got into his apartment. She shut down her cloaker as Ratchet helped her over to the recharge slad.
“shut down for a bit. I’m going to look at those injuries again.”
She couldn’t put up much of a fight as he started working. It was ether recharge now or go into stasis lock.
It was while the fem was in rechagre that Ratchet noticed something odd. He had also notice it when he first started working on her but had shrugged it off then. She had no visible featers that of what she transformed into. It was just one more question he had for her on top of the many.
When she wake up, she moved out of the room where the slab was and into the living part of the apartment. There where medical tool on a table, waiting to be cleaned. Data pads everywhere and a few awards the mech had been given up on the walls. She looked over to find the red and white mech in recharge slumped in a chair with a data pad in hand. She limped over and looked at the data pad. It was on monoformers. She gave a humph and was going to go back to the slab when she heard the mech waking up. Turning around to face him as his optics came to life. Ratchet turned annoyed optics on her.
“your suppose to be resting.”
“I got bored. Besides its not like I'm doing anything strenuous. “
“you ever going to tell me what happened to you?”
She gave a grumble. And look at him.“why should I tell you anything?”
“cuz I fixed you up and kept you from being turned over! Don’t you think you owe me a explanation by now?”
She gave another grumble but finally gave in.
“fine, that white and black mech was right. I am a sniper form the guild. I was give the job to hunt down and take out a rouge that turned on the guild. Slagen mech got a lucky shot on me and took out my cloaker. So I tried the direct approach and you can tell how well that worked out. I gave as good as I got and hope it put him down.”
Ratchet was rudding the bridge of his nose and contemplating what he had gotten himself into. At that he got up and started for the door.
“I'm going to go out for a bit to clear my head. You stay put” he said as he exited his apartment.
Ratchet had gone to Macadums old oil house. Meeting up with his old friend Ironhide. He somewhat explained what was going on. Leaving out the part that the fem he was looking after was part of the sniper guild.
Ironhide just shook his head at his old friend. “just no understanding some bots. Maybe its best she moves on fast?”
Ratchet just shrugged and continued drinking. A few megacycles later and he was helping his over energized friend home. Once Ironhide was safely home, the medic began his treck home. Suddenly he was gradded from behind. A small gun pressed to the back of his chest where his spark was located. The hand moved so that the bots arm was around his neck.
“where’s the fem sniper that wandered into your med bay?” came a scratchy voice
“I have no idea what your talking about. Release me!”
“don’t play me for a fool. If you wont hand her over, then you will help bring her to me.” And with that, Ratchets world went dark.
Chapter 4
Ghost wake from her recharge to the sound of her com chiming. A scratchy voice came over it, one she recognized.
“hello guild sniper. I have your little mech friend. If you want him back then come play with me.”
The link went dead but not before she tracked it back to its source. Which brought her to a abandoned building at the edge of town. She shifted a bit uncomfortable due to not havening her gun with her. Ratchet had stored it somewhere and she wasn’t able to find it. She readjusted her scope eye and entered the building threw a busted window.
She dropped down into darkness. Her target eye hunting for her target threw the darkness. The building had a half second floor that looked more like a loft. Her targets where up there. No dough the rouge would be guarding the ledge, so she would have to find another way up. There was a small crane that had been using to lift stuff from the second level to the main floor and back again. There was still a broken line hanging from it. She activated her cloaker and this time it worked. Moving over to the crane. It was a small leap up to it and a quick clime up. Which surprised her and found out why it was so easy when she landed on the second floor and a stabilizer almost collided with her head. She tried to roll to the side but the stabilizer caught her in the side and sent her sprawling. She ended up by the stabilizer’s of another not. She looked up to see Ratchet tied to a chair and gagged. There was no point in keeping her cloaker on now and disengaged it. Ratchet looked at her with wide eyes and would have scolded her audio receptor off if he could. She quickly got to her feet and turned to see the rouge sniper. He was a black and gray cameo mech and looked liken he turned into a jet. He rushed her and tackled her midsection, sending them both sprawling. All the while, Ratchet had been able to get a hold of one of his medical tools he kept in a arm compartment and was working his way free.
Both the fem and mech where tussling around, trying to get the upper hand on each other. The mech suddenly got the Upper hand and pinned her to the ground. All of a sudden there was a flash of red and white and the rouge was tackled off her. The two mechs went rolling and Ratchet went over the edge of the second floor. Grabbing the edge at the last minute. The mech recovering and grabbing his gun, as Ratchet was struggling to get himself back up. He had just got up as far as his chest when he heard a loud bang. Looking up to see Ghost collapse after taking a shot for him. He huld himself up and over to her. There was a large hole near her spark chamber. He could see the faint glow and then he felt a barrel press agents his head. He noticed the compartment on Ghosts leg. He grabbed it and turned. Stabbing it into the mechs leg . When the mech dropped in surprise, Ratchet plunged the knife into his spark. The mech shuttered for a second before falling over, offline.
Ratchet quickly turned to Ghost and hulled her onto his back. He had to be fast or she would share the same fate as the rouge.
Chapter 5
Ghost slowly onlined her optics. There was a aching in her chest plate. When she tried to move, a hand stopped her. She looked over to see Ratchet giving her a very stern look.
“stay still or I will paralyze you again.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that and settle back down on the slad. “fine, ill do what you say for now grumpy mech. Hoe long this time?”
“ a bit longer then last time I'm afraid. Your lucky to still be online. A few more inches and it would have hit your spark. Also while I was fixing you, I noticed you had no t-cog.”
She gave a grumble and turned slightly away from Ratchet. “so I'm a momoformer…what of it? It took damaged when I was young and instead of fixing it, they pulled it.”
Ratchet tipped his head to one side but didn’t press the matter. “why did you do it? You could have just left and never minded what that mech would have done.”
“I was tasked by the guild to hunt and offline the mech. So I would have had to catch him eventual. Plus I owed you then for saving my aft. Though doesn’t matter now cuz I owe you again…”
Ratchet just shock his head and smiled. Sensing there was a another reason for her actions.
Ratchet was carefully taking the bandages off Ghosts chest plate. She winced slightly but otherwise no complaints. It had taken twice as long for this wound to heal over the previously ones. This one left a scar. He ran his finger over it gently, which caused her to shiver. He gave a sudden yelp as she grabbed behind his helm and pulled their face plates together. For a few moments they stayed like that, lips locked. Till he pulled away, both their face plates red. He went back for another kiss and moved so that he was onto of her, laying on the slab. Where she had started kissing him, he started moving his hands threw her circuitry. Hitting sensitive wires as he went. She started to return it and his cpu buzzed with the feeling. Continuing this play until his cpu couldn’t proses anymore and overloaded itself. Both slipping into recharge, with Ratchet protectively holding her.
Ghost wake up first and looked up sadly at the white and red mech. She didn’t want to leave but she had to or else the guild would see her as a rouge. His arms gripped around her hard, which was going to make it a problem to get free. As she shifted he started to wake up. Shifting his head to look at her.
“sorry for this.” She said, brushing his face with her hand.
He gave her a confused look but soon realized what she was doing when she reached behind his head. It was to late to stop her as she pinched a wire and he was forced back into recharge. She slipped free of him. Finding her gun and cloak and leaving his apartment.
Ratchet had been grumpy for months now. Ever since Ghost had slipped away from him. Even his fellow bots had noticed his behavior and where trying to keep a bit of distance from him. Until one day when he came back to his apartment to find a box sitting outside. He cocked his head to one side and looked around before picking it up and bring it in. When he took off the lid, he found a small red and black youngling with a scope on his shoulder inside and wrapped up in a blanket. There was also a data pad beside him. Ratchet carefully took out the pad and read it. His spark hurting when he did.
Dear Ratchet
I don’t expect you to forgive me for what I have done but I beg you to look after this little one. The guild dose not know he exist and I wish they never find out. I want him to have a better future , where he can choice what he wants to do. Hopefully he will help people like to do. His name is Perceptor.
Ratchet was brought out of his reading when he heard the youngling clicking. Going over and looking in the box to see the little one looking back at him. It held up its arms to him. Ratchet sighed and picked it up. Excepting the responsibility Ghost had left him.
A Friend in Copper
(Note: this happenes after Ghost with a Gun)
Ratchet was just heading into the clinic. Perceptor hot on his heals. He had gotten a strange com from one of the other medics. They wouldn’t tell him why but they needed him to come in as soon as possible. This was suppose to be his day off! He entered the med day to find a few of the medics crouched and trying to coco’s something out from under knew of the recharge tables. One of the medics spotted him and came over.
“good thing your hear Ratchet. No matter what we do, we just cant seem to get the youngling to come out.” He motion back to the slap as the other medics came over to join him.
“we have tried everything. Magnus brought it in cuz it needed repairs. But as soon as it came online, it took flight and ended up under there!”
“took flight?” asked Ratchet.
“it’s a bird type beast bot.” the medic said as he and the other ducked out of the med bay. Leaving Ratcher and Perceptor alone
Ratcher gave a sigh and went over to the slad. Kneeling down and looking under. There was a shivering copper coloured ball in the far right. He gathered this must be the youngling.
“its al right little one. I wont hurt you. Please come out?” he reached his hand out to it. Only to get a nasty surprise when it sent a heat wave at his hand. It wasn’t hot enough to do damage but it was hot enough to send him running. He got to the sink and quickly started cooling his hand down with water. All the while, Percy decided to poke under the slad.
“why did you do that to Ratchset? He wont hurt you.” He crawled under the slad and over to the copper ball. “you scared? Here take this! It will keep you safe.”
He held out his cremzik stuffy to the ball. The ball shifted to one side before uncurling itself. In its place, a little copper, bird like fem sat. She scooched up and snatched the stuffy from Percy. Cuddling into it as Percy rudded the top of her head. Ratchet had been watching this silently by the side of the sink as the two youngling connected. It was a good thing he supposed. At lest she was opening up but she looked damaged. Especial her optics.
“Percy, I need to look her over. See if you can get her out?”
Perceptor nodded his head. “want to come out now?” The little fem shock her head.
“please? I promise nothing bad will happen. Stuffy will keep you safe!” he took her hand and with some reluctance was able to get her out from under the slab.
Ratchet went over to them and kneeled down. The little fem flinched at him and hugged the stuffy tighter. Now that she was out, Ratchet could get a better look at her. She was banged up but what sent him reeling was her optics. They looked like someone had smashed them. They would need to be replaced all together if she was to ever see right again. Though this did explain her attitude towards them. He got up and retrieved some disinfectant and some bandages.
“come here little one and let me take care of your scratches. It will only hurt for a bit and then ill give you something sweet to eat?”
She nodded her head in agreement and he picked her up. Placing her in his lap as be began to work on her injuries. She flinched but other wise just clung to the stuffy. Pery beside them and rudding the top of her head. Once he was done, he gave her a energon goodie. Though she fell into recharge in his arms and half way threw eating it. All he could do was shake his head.
“can we bring her home?” asked Percy.
Ratchet looked down at the sleeping, fluffy fem. “let me talk to Magnus and we will see.”
He left the med bay, still holding the fem and with Percy following. Luckily, Magnus was just returning to check up on the fem. He looked surprised when he found it sleeping in Ratchets arms.
“I'm amazed Ratchet. When I found her, she put up such a fight. I suppose you will be wanting me to take her now to the orphanage “
“about that Magnus. Her optics have been servely damaged and I don’t think she trust me enough to let me work on them. For now ill take her back with me and care for her.”
Magnus thought on this a bit before shaking his head in agreement.
“if you think that’s best then I see no reason agents it. Ill inform Prowl.” With that he turned and left.
“I don’t think she has a name Percy. How about we call her Copperfire?” Percy nodded his head in agreement. Ratchet looked at the little one in his arms, not realizing that she just might be there to stay.
(Note: this happenes after Ghost with a Gun)
Ratchet was just heading into the clinic. Perceptor hot on his heals. He had gotten a strange com from one of the other medics. They wouldn’t tell him why but they needed him to come in as soon as possible. This was suppose to be his day off! He entered the med day to find a few of the medics crouched and trying to coco’s something out from under knew of the recharge tables. One of the medics spotted him and came over.
“good thing your hear Ratchet. No matter what we do, we just cant seem to get the youngling to come out.” He motion back to the slap as the other medics came over to join him.
“we have tried everything. Magnus brought it in cuz it needed repairs. But as soon as it came online, it took flight and ended up under there!”
“took flight?” asked Ratchet.
“it’s a bird type beast bot.” the medic said as he and the other ducked out of the med bay. Leaving Ratcher and Perceptor alone
Ratcher gave a sigh and went over to the slad. Kneeling down and looking under. There was a shivering copper coloured ball in the far right. He gathered this must be the youngling.
“its al right little one. I wont hurt you. Please come out?” he reached his hand out to it. Only to get a nasty surprise when it sent a heat wave at his hand. It wasn’t hot enough to do damage but it was hot enough to send him running. He got to the sink and quickly started cooling his hand down with water. All the while, Percy decided to poke under the slad.
“why did you do that to Ratchset? He wont hurt you.” He crawled under the slad and over to the copper ball. “you scared? Here take this! It will keep you safe.”
He held out his cremzik stuffy to the ball. The ball shifted to one side before uncurling itself. In its place, a little copper, bird like fem sat. She scooched up and snatched the stuffy from Percy. Cuddling into it as Percy rudded the top of her head. Ratchet had been watching this silently by the side of the sink as the two youngling connected. It was a good thing he supposed. At lest she was opening up but she looked damaged. Especial her optics.
“Percy, I need to look her over. See if you can get her out?”
Perceptor nodded his head. “want to come out now?” The little fem shock her head.
“please? I promise nothing bad will happen. Stuffy will keep you safe!” he took her hand and with some reluctance was able to get her out from under the slab.
Ratchet went over to them and kneeled down. The little fem flinched at him and hugged the stuffy tighter. Now that she was out, Ratchet could get a better look at her. She was banged up but what sent him reeling was her optics. They looked like someone had smashed them. They would need to be replaced all together if she was to ever see right again. Though this did explain her attitude towards them. He got up and retrieved some disinfectant and some bandages.
“come here little one and let me take care of your scratches. It will only hurt for a bit and then ill give you something sweet to eat?”
She nodded her head in agreement and he picked her up. Placing her in his lap as be began to work on her injuries. She flinched but other wise just clung to the stuffy. Pery beside them and rudding the top of her head. Once he was done, he gave her a energon goodie. Though she fell into recharge in his arms and half way threw eating it. All he could do was shake his head.
“can we bring her home?” asked Percy.
Ratchet looked down at the sleeping, fluffy fem. “let me talk to Magnus and we will see.”
He left the med bay, still holding the fem and with Percy following. Luckily, Magnus was just returning to check up on the fem. He looked surprised when he found it sleeping in Ratchets arms.
“I'm amazed Ratchet. When I found her, she put up such a fight. I suppose you will be wanting me to take her now to the orphanage “
“about that Magnus. Her optics have been servely damaged and I don’t think she trust me enough to let me work on them. For now ill take her back with me and care for her.”
Magnus thought on this a bit before shaking his head in agreement.
“if you think that’s best then I see no reason agents it. Ill inform Prowl.” With that he turned and left.
“I don’t think she has a name Percy. How about we call her Copperfire?” Percy nodded his head in agreement. Ratchet looked at the little one in his arms, not realizing that she just might be there to stay.
Lessons from a Ghost
Note: this comes after Ghost with a Gun and a friend in copper
Chapter 1
He was trapped. His leg pinned under a large peace of fallen building. He had tried everything he could think of to get free, without resorting to cutting off his leg. His com was damaged as well so he couldn't call for help. His mind flashed back for a second to how he had gotten here.
It had just been a simple research assignment. Him and a team of autobots had gone out but they had been ambushed by a group of cons. As the fight went on, he had taken shelter in a old building. Not being designed to fight…there really wasn’t much he could do. All of a sudden the structure gave way from the stress of the battle. He had tried to get out but had no luck.
So here he was now all of a sudden he heard foot steps. Praying to primus it was the cons when a cloaked figure in gray camo bent down. It had silver optics and one optic looked more fitting for a targeting system.
“h…hello?” he asked nervously
“so you are online. I'm not going to kill you but helping you out depends.” She looked over him to where his leg was trapped.
“depends on what!” he squeaked
“depends if you will be of any use to me or not? I free you and you come with me as my student. or I can leave you here and let the con patrol pick you up. Which should be coming around in a few cycles.”
“student? For what?”
“to become a sniper…”
He just gave her a blank stare for a bit. It was ether thus or let the cons get him. Though something eles was nagging at the back of his cpu. If he had just been able to fight then he wouldn’t have gotten into this situation in the first place. He gave a sigh and looked up at the fem.
“fine, get me out of here…”
“what’s your name mech?” she asked as she shifted around him to see how best to free him.
“my names Perceptor.”
She looked over the red and black mech on the slad. He had been able to make it most of the way before hitting stasis lock. She had been forced to carry him the rest of the way. She had brought him striaght to the med bay to get fixed and reconfigured for a targeting system and some upgrades. He was coming out of the lock now. She put a hand on his chest to keep him from getting up. He was looking around confused.
“take it easy Percy. Your in the med bay at the guild. You hit stasis lock half way and don’t remove that blind fold yet.” She slapped his hand away from the targeting eye. “wait until we are at the range.”
He sat up slowly. “what did you do to me?”
“we put in a few upgrades to better help you along as a sniper. Be lucky u got that eye as soon as you did. Some call it cheating but it dose help a lot.”
“you never told me your name..”
“call me Ghost. I strongly suggest you stick by me and whatever you do, don’t show you where a autobot. The guild doesn’t like taking in bots who have chosen a side. Since we take jobs on both sides and all.”
“I'm not shooting autobots!”
“and hopefully you wont have to but if its required then you have no choice. Fail to do a job and you will be punished. “
He looked over himself and then glared up at her. “where’s my autobot symbol?”
“sorry, had to remove it before we got here. Now no more about sides got it…or you will get us both in trouble.” She moved towards the exit and motioned him to follow. “ come on mech. Its time to see if my investment is worth it.”
He followed as she led him threw the maze of hallways until they reached the range. It was a large training room with a gun range to one side. Here all sorts of mechs and fems where training. Most of the bots here where no more taller then him and down. There where even a few minicons. She lead him over to the gun ranged. Picked up a few different guns, most long ranged and laded them out.
“alright go over. Take that patch off slowly and allow your optic to adjust before shooting. Once you have a handle on it, pic a gun and start shooting.” She stepped back as he did what she instructed.
As he was letting his eye adjust, a light blue and gold mech came over to Ghost.
“newdy?”
“yap.”
“bet ya two high grade he wont be able to hit the target.”
“alright”
They stood and watched as Percy picked up a common sniper gun and started aiming. Pulling the trigger and shooting the target dead in the center. Ghost stood there smiling as the mech beside her looked a bit shocked. Then walked off fuming.
Chapter 2
To say the train he was put threw was grueling would have been a mercy. Over the next months Ghost put him threw, what he thought was attempts to kill him. But he always managed to find his way out of it. She had yet to take him on a mission, which he was thankful for. That is until one day.
“Percy, gear up. Its time to earn your keep.”
“what?” he looked up a bit stunned
“you been assigned to a job. Got a cycle to be ready and meet me outside the guild.” With that she was gone.
Percy was stunned but did what he was told. Fuming as he meet her outside but before he spoke.
“calm your tail pip. We aren’t after autobots. We are going after a con. I made sure of it cuz of your little protest.”
They where up on the roof of a long ago abandon building. Reading for their target to come by below. They where after a con spy, who was suppose to be meeting a intelligence officer. They where to shoot him before relaying any information. Percy was shifting uncomfortable.
“I'm not doing it.” He hissed
“you got to earn your keep or else the guild will see this as a frailer and punish you. When that happens, even my authority wont save ya.”
In his time knowing her, he had learned that Ghost was part of a small inner-cycle They where a group of elite snipers that served the two heads of the guild. She had explained to him once while they where resting from training, that if he could defeat her in combat then he would be able to get a choice. The choice would be what he would want to do in the guild or maybe even leave it.
He set up his sniper gun with a grumble and zoomed in his targeting optic. Ghost had turned her cloaker on and was watching his back. Cycles passed before they saw a sign of the cons. A small group of cons with a commander. They transformed, stopped and waited. A few more cycles pasted and a black car came driving up to the meeting spot. He transformed and was walking over to the group. Percy took his shot then. The con hid the ground, offline and the cons where scrambling. Though Percy and Ghost where already on the move.
Cycles later, they where walking back to the guild. Which was one of the annoying things Percy found about ghost. She walked everywhere!
“cant we just drive back?” ha asked
“what’s wrong with walking?”
“taking to long. It would be fast to shift to vehicle mod and drive.”
Ghost gave a huf but kept walking. “though scientists where suppose to take things slow?”
“well I'm not one anymore now am I? After all you have put me threw.”
She stopped and looked at him. “what I have put you threw was for your own good. Or eles you would be offline by now.”
“my own good? Forcing me to become a sniper was for my own good? You could have just helped me out from under that rock and taken me back to a autobot base. Instead you cart my aft off to that retched guild!”
“for reason. Snipers don’t go anywhere near autobot bases. Autobots and cons contact the heads of the guild with targets and assignment’s. The heads post em up for us. Otherwise we stay clear due to the fact that the fractions try to kill us on sight! As for just leaving you there….” She trailed off and looked away. “we are wasting time standing here.”
Perceptor transformed and reeved his engine angrily before tarring off. Leaving Ghost behind and on her own.
Note: this comes after Ghost with a Gun and a friend in copper
Chapter 1
He was trapped. His leg pinned under a large peace of fallen building. He had tried everything he could think of to get free, without resorting to cutting off his leg. His com was damaged as well so he couldn't call for help. His mind flashed back for a second to how he had gotten here.
It had just been a simple research assignment. Him and a team of autobots had gone out but they had been ambushed by a group of cons. As the fight went on, he had taken shelter in a old building. Not being designed to fight…there really wasn’t much he could do. All of a sudden the structure gave way from the stress of the battle. He had tried to get out but had no luck.
So here he was now all of a sudden he heard foot steps. Praying to primus it was the cons when a cloaked figure in gray camo bent down. It had silver optics and one optic looked more fitting for a targeting system.
“h…hello?” he asked nervously
“so you are online. I'm not going to kill you but helping you out depends.” She looked over him to where his leg was trapped.
“depends on what!” he squeaked
“depends if you will be of any use to me or not? I free you and you come with me as my student. or I can leave you here and let the con patrol pick you up. Which should be coming around in a few cycles.”
“student? For what?”
“to become a sniper…”
He just gave her a blank stare for a bit. It was ether thus or let the cons get him. Though something eles was nagging at the back of his cpu. If he had just been able to fight then he wouldn’t have gotten into this situation in the first place. He gave a sigh and looked up at the fem.
“fine, get me out of here…”
“what’s your name mech?” she asked as she shifted around him to see how best to free him.
“my names Perceptor.”
She looked over the red and black mech on the slad. He had been able to make it most of the way before hitting stasis lock. She had been forced to carry him the rest of the way. She had brought him striaght to the med bay to get fixed and reconfigured for a targeting system and some upgrades. He was coming out of the lock now. She put a hand on his chest to keep him from getting up. He was looking around confused.
“take it easy Percy. Your in the med bay at the guild. You hit stasis lock half way and don’t remove that blind fold yet.” She slapped his hand away from the targeting eye. “wait until we are at the range.”
He sat up slowly. “what did you do to me?”
“we put in a few upgrades to better help you along as a sniper. Be lucky u got that eye as soon as you did. Some call it cheating but it dose help a lot.”
“you never told me your name..”
“call me Ghost. I strongly suggest you stick by me and whatever you do, don’t show you where a autobot. The guild doesn’t like taking in bots who have chosen a side. Since we take jobs on both sides and all.”
“I'm not shooting autobots!”
“and hopefully you wont have to but if its required then you have no choice. Fail to do a job and you will be punished. “
He looked over himself and then glared up at her. “where’s my autobot symbol?”
“sorry, had to remove it before we got here. Now no more about sides got it…or you will get us both in trouble.” She moved towards the exit and motioned him to follow. “ come on mech. Its time to see if my investment is worth it.”
He followed as she led him threw the maze of hallways until they reached the range. It was a large training room with a gun range to one side. Here all sorts of mechs and fems where training. Most of the bots here where no more taller then him and down. There where even a few minicons. She lead him over to the gun ranged. Picked up a few different guns, most long ranged and laded them out.
“alright go over. Take that patch off slowly and allow your optic to adjust before shooting. Once you have a handle on it, pic a gun and start shooting.” She stepped back as he did what she instructed.
As he was letting his eye adjust, a light blue and gold mech came over to Ghost.
“newdy?”
“yap.”
“bet ya two high grade he wont be able to hit the target.”
“alright”
They stood and watched as Percy picked up a common sniper gun and started aiming. Pulling the trigger and shooting the target dead in the center. Ghost stood there smiling as the mech beside her looked a bit shocked. Then walked off fuming.
Chapter 2
To say the train he was put threw was grueling would have been a mercy. Over the next months Ghost put him threw, what he thought was attempts to kill him. But he always managed to find his way out of it. She had yet to take him on a mission, which he was thankful for. That is until one day.
“Percy, gear up. Its time to earn your keep.”
“what?” he looked up a bit stunned
“you been assigned to a job. Got a cycle to be ready and meet me outside the guild.” With that she was gone.
Percy was stunned but did what he was told. Fuming as he meet her outside but before he spoke.
“calm your tail pip. We aren’t after autobots. We are going after a con. I made sure of it cuz of your little protest.”
They where up on the roof of a long ago abandon building. Reading for their target to come by below. They where after a con spy, who was suppose to be meeting a intelligence officer. They where to shoot him before relaying any information. Percy was shifting uncomfortable.
“I'm not doing it.” He hissed
“you got to earn your keep or else the guild will see this as a frailer and punish you. When that happens, even my authority wont save ya.”
In his time knowing her, he had learned that Ghost was part of a small inner-cycle They where a group of elite snipers that served the two heads of the guild. She had explained to him once while they where resting from training, that if he could defeat her in combat then he would be able to get a choice. The choice would be what he would want to do in the guild or maybe even leave it.
He set up his sniper gun with a grumble and zoomed in his targeting optic. Ghost had turned her cloaker on and was watching his back. Cycles passed before they saw a sign of the cons. A small group of cons with a commander. They transformed, stopped and waited. A few more cycles pasted and a black car came driving up to the meeting spot. He transformed and was walking over to the group. Percy took his shot then. The con hid the ground, offline and the cons where scrambling. Though Percy and Ghost where already on the move.
Cycles later, they where walking back to the guild. Which was one of the annoying things Percy found about ghost. She walked everywhere!
“cant we just drive back?” ha asked
“what’s wrong with walking?”
“taking to long. It would be fast to shift to vehicle mod and drive.”
Ghost gave a huf but kept walking. “though scientists where suppose to take things slow?”
“well I'm not one anymore now am I? After all you have put me threw.”
She stopped and looked at him. “what I have put you threw was for your own good. Or eles you would be offline by now.”
“my own good? Forcing me to become a sniper was for my own good? You could have just helped me out from under that rock and taken me back to a autobot base. Instead you cart my aft off to that retched guild!”
“for reason. Snipers don’t go anywhere near autobot bases. Autobots and cons contact the heads of the guild with targets and assignment’s. The heads post em up for us. Otherwise we stay clear due to the fact that the fractions try to kill us on sight! As for just leaving you there….” She trailed off and looked away. “we are wasting time standing here.”
Perceptor transformed and reeved his engine angrily before tarring off. Leaving Ghost behind and on her own.
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