Mysteries of a Prime

Masters & Sudents

A/N: This is what Aerialace looks like, just for those who might find it hard to picture her. This is just what she looks like with her suite on

Aerialace POV

"Optimus, why so glum? This planet, all planets, are finally free from Megatron's tyranny." Ratchet asked, "I do not disagree Ratchet. It's just a small part of me hoped to change Megatron's mind, not extinguish his spark." Optimus reasoned, "Optimus, his vileness was not slain by your hand but his own twisted arrogance!" Ratchet argued I'm sorry, I know the two of you had quite a history." Ratchet immediately apologised after Optimus let out a sad sigh.

"But the Megatron whom I once fought beside perished eons ago, the day he chose to be a Decepticon. The Decepticons may be in disarray but they aren't without leadership and while Starscream is no Megatron, he is far from predictable." Optimus changed the subject. Since the Spacebridge incident Optimus didn't let me out of his sight. We suddenly hear an explosion and the ground slightly shake.

Optimus quickly grabbed me and held me under him as if I was made out of glass. "Deceptions! We're under attack!" Ratchet exclaimed. We ran to where the explosion came from to see Rafael with Bumblebee with something, "It's no attack, Ratchet, it's my volcano... Was." Rafael added after looking back to his volcano, "Hold still, Bulkhead, Jupiter needs its red spot-Whoopsie." Miko interrupted as a drop of paint fell onto the floor.

"What, in the Allspark, is going on in here? Ratchet asked, shocked, "Our projects are due tomorrow." Jack answered, "Maybe it needs one of these doohickeys." Arcee suggested, holding up a piece of metal, "You're a motorcycle, Arcee, shouldn't you know how to build a motorcycle engine?" Jack asked, "You're a human, Jack, can you build me a small intestine?" Arcee retorted.

"Well, you can't work on these projects in here, you're making a mess!" Ratchet quickly came up with an excuse, "But the science fair is a big part of our grade." Rafael lightly argued, "Yeah! If Bulkhead doesn't help me finish this model of our solar system-" Miko was cut off my Ratchet, "Oh? And what does Bulkhead know about your solar system or Bumblebee of your volcanoes or-" Ratchet was cut off my Jack, "Arcee of our motorcycles?" "Precisely! We're not Earthlings and they're not scientists." Ratchet spat out.

"But the Autobots are their guardians, Ratchet, would it hurt to learn more of Earth by helping our young friends with their school work?" Optimus suggested, "Well maybe our young friends should try learning more of Cybertron." Ratchet snapped back.

As Bumblebee explained how to upgrade to warrior class Rafael asked a few questions. "But I've seen you in action, you're awesome! Rafael complimented Bumblebee, "I second your opinion Raf, but Autobot life cycles are much longer than those of
humans, and though it may be hard to believe our young scout still has much to experience." Optimus intervened, "Yeah I'm only twenty vorns, around 1660 Earth years!" Bumblebee excitedly beeped, "How old is everyone then?" Rafael asked

"I am sixty vorns, or 4980 years old, Arcee is thirty vorns, or 2490 years old, Bulkhead is thirty three vorns, or 2739 years old, Ratchet is fifty five vorns, or 4565 years old and Aerialace is... How old are you?" Optimus asked, "twelve vorns." I automatically said, against my will. "WHAT!?" Everyone yelled at the same time, I flinched, not expecting that reaction, "H-how? The allspark didn't create any new sparks in nineteen vorns." Arcee asked, flabbergasted.

"I am unsure, but I all know is that I woke up on Earth." I replied. "But that doesn't answer the question of you and the allspark." Bulkhead spoke up. "What is the last thing you remember before Earth?" Optimus asked, I wanted to run but Optimus held my arm so that I couldn't escape, "The last thing I can remember... two. Two... f-figures... two figures." I mumbled as I took my servos to my helm as I was getting a helmache, "There has to be more!" Arcee exclaimed. I managed to worm out of Optimus's grip and stumble a bit as my helmache became more like a migraine.