Once in front of it, you slowly moved your tightly balled hand back a bit, and then jolted forward in a sudden move. "Okay, no problem." you said nonchalantly as you trotted towards the thing. You looked in the direction the mech was pointing, and found, indeed, a duffel bag hanging there. "Now, try to punch that bag as hard as you can, Y/N." Good." Ratchet muttered under his breath as he typed something in his datapad before his attention turned back to you. "Woah." Bulkhead breathed out, abdolutely mesmerized, as well as the rest of the crowd. Without anyone’s instruction, you took out your hands out of the Energon container, and watched in amazement as the glowing liquid slowly sank in through your skin. Like on some sort of energy boost or something. A heavy silence fell down onto the room as you watched the Energon’s level lower gradually a few inches. You gulped slightly as you hovered your palms above the cube.įinally, you steeled yourself and put your hands inside the cube to your elbows, half anticipating a sting of pain, or something like that. Just put your hands in the alien fuel, he said. "This’d better end well." Arcee sent the medic a stern look as you opened the box filled with glowing blue substance. I think the best way is to absorb Energon through your skin. "Who knows how it would affect your digestive system. "Primus, no." the mech replied with a baffled expression. You stared at it for a minute with a quizzical look before you turned back to the medic. Ratchet promptly put the human sized cube of Energon in front of you. "Okay, Y/N, here’s the dose of Energon you should need." The Autobots gathered around the table while the kids were standing in a small group several meters from you. You were placed on one of the Cybertronian sized tables, the one cluttered with various things Ratchet was using, among them the equipment used to measure your current state of strength, you know, a treadmill, duffle bags, weights, that kinda stuff. Ratchet sent you a look in response, but eventually gave in, leading everyone to the med bay. The mech let out a defeated sigh before returning his attention toward you. The Autobot leader his medic a pointed look. ![]() "And, we are not going to force Y/N into something they do not wish to participate in." "They have been proven to be immune to its negative impact, Arcee." Optimus suddenly cut in, surprising everyone. You’re going to expose Y/N to Energon?!" Arcee exclaimed, clearly aggravated by the idea. I’ve formed a theory about your immunity to the Energon, and now I’d like to test it out." "Wait… is that Energon?" you pointed to a small, blue box in Ratchet’s other palm. You groaned slightly as you climbed up Ratchet’s outstretched servo, preparing to be taken to the med bay. It was steadily disappearing though, for some reason.Īs if on cue, the Autobot medic entered the main room, accompanied by Optimus, holding something in his servo. Well, the plus would be you discovering your natural abilities, like strength or speed, were enhanced. You knew he just wanted to make sure you’re okay, but… it was so ANNOYING! If he wanted to see you, it means another check-up. The whole time waiting to get it done you spent in the med bay, and Ratchet took a big advantage of it, taking measurements of your condition practically a couple times a day. It took a few days after your encounter with the M.E.C.H for the Autobots to adjust one of the abandoned hangars for your human size and bring your things into the base. Ratchet wants to see you." Arcee said before she went back into the hallway. "But we’d be done earlier if Miko actually helped instead of going nuts." said girl pouted slightly as you gave her a playful grin. The femme asked, giving you three a small smirk. Thankfully, you didn’t carry much, and soon you were done. ![]() You placed the items on your new desk and started unpacking, Miko and Jack helping you.
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