I lay in the Holding Area waiting to be loaded into a Stasis Pod and shipped off. I have my friend Predastorm and they have 2 stasis pods made for us. We climbed inside and they shut it and placed us in an escape pod, and we landed on Cybertron and I looked around and a Prime came towards us with her counsel. She said her name was Zeta Prime. I looked dumb-founded cause I just awoken from stasis. She took me and Predastorm to the Autobot camp and Prowl asked me to fill out a Data pad with mine and Predastorm’s information. Me and Predastorm had to get a checkup by Preceptor. He said I can’t fly at all and he asked what happened and I told him about the war that happened on my planet and the rust plague that nearly reached me and Predastorm. He disinfected me and Predastorm and bits of rust fell off before it was to late. I was happy that they sent me to Cybertron. The next few joors have passed and I trained to no end. I went through extra training and so much medical training and well let just say…I have the same attitude as Ratchet…(Sideswipe I needed that!)…Well let’s just say that Ratchet, Preceptor, and First aid are teaching me medical and…I mainly see Ratchet and his attitude somewhat rubbed off on me…(Mirage I needed that!) *Ratchet laughing in the distance* I know sound like Ratchet and they now call me NightStrike the grumpy medic…(Arcee I needed that! Sideswipe!) *Grabs my wrench and hits them over the head*…Zeta walked over and found Arcee and Sideswipe walking out of her office with dents from a wrench…Ok they ticked her off tremendously. They are going to see that she is like Ratchet no matter what. Its like she is related to him somehow. But maybe his attitude rubbed off on her. I thing I can get used to life being a medic and a wrecker...But that all changes...