Transformers: Of Bots and Men

Robots In Disguise

"Uh, Ratchet?" she let out. "I think we made a slight miscalculation in my organic transformation."

"So it seems." Ratchet noted. "We didn't take into account the coverings your race uses."

"Well, in our defense, in a temperature regulated biodome where I was literally the only organic humanoid lifeform, it's easy to forget such customs." she commented.

"Indeed." Ratchet agreed. "Though it is something we'll have to take into consideration in the future."

The two men began ushering her towards the vehicle, no doubt to offer her some proper attire and aid. Seeing no other choice, and desperate for some clothes, Massacre obliged.

...

The two park rangers brought Massacre to their headquarters at the edge of the forest. After getting her inside and into a spare uniform they had handy, they sat her down on a bench as one of the rangers called the police. They arrived quickly, the EMT taking Massacre as Sergeant Fanzone questioned the rangers.

"So you're saying you found the kid wandering the forest on the outskirts of Mt. 23rd street?" He asked, making sure his notes were correct.

"That's right." The ranger confirmed. "She looked lost and confused, and I don't think English is her first language. She looked at us like she didn't know what we were saying."

Fanzone looked back at Massacre, watching as she stared at a police motorcycle without blinking. Unbeknownst to the organics around her, she was scanning it for Prowl, turning her attention to the ambulance next, figuring it was perfect for Ratchet. Fanzone shook his head, letting out a sigh.

"If I had to guess, I'd say the girl just got out of some kind of trouble." Fanzone deduced. "Lost and alone in the woods with not even the clothes on her back, somethin spooked her and she's still copin with it."

"But how do we get her to tell us if she doesn't speak English?" the park ranger asked.

"Why don't we take her down to the station?" Fanzone suggested. "One of our translators might be able to get something out of her."

The park ranger nodded, then walked off as Fanzone approached Massacre. She heard him coming and turned to him, straightening up and adjusting the shock blanket one of the EMTs had given her.

"Hey there." He greeted. "I'm Sergeant Fanzone. Can you tell me your name?"

Massacre looked at him, trying to decipher what he was saying and clearly failing miserably. The two continued to stare at each other for a minute before Fanzone let out a sigh.

"Alright, forget the name for now." he told her. "I need you to come with me so we can figure out where you're from and how to get you home."

He held out his hand, praying she understood. Thankfully, it seemed to work as she took his hand, allowing him to escort her to his car. He opened the backseat and she took that as a cue to get inside. Once inside, he closed the door, then got in himself and drove off.

...

Massacre stared out the window of the car, seeing all the cars passing by with complete awe.

"This reminds me of when you took me to that Iacon Council meeting before the War began." she recalled. "So many different vehicles."

"Just scan the ones you need and find a way out of there." Ratchet cautioned. "We can't afford causing trouble with local law enforcement."

"I don't think I'm in trouble." she insisted. "Everyone seems to be treating me the way you did when I first ended up like this. Y'know, trying to help me and stuff."