Date: 10/8/2013
SEARCH AND RESCUE
(Earth, the Ark - one month after Thunderwing's demise)
SIDESWIPE: Yeoow! That smarts, doc!
RATCHET: And that's my fault how, exactly, Sideswipe? Look, just stop showing off your alt mode to the natives, okay? And no more races.
SIDESWIPE: But you let Mirage--
RATCHET: 'Cos you don't see F-1 cars in the streets.
SIDESWIPE: Whatever. Thanks, doc.
RATCHET: Don't mention it, kid... I do what I can...
(During the war)
PHARMA: Ratchet...? RATCHET!
RATCHET: Ahh! What did I do wrong?!
PHARMA: N-nothing, Ratchet. It's just... Warpath's all fixed now. For the past half-hour.
RATCHET: Oh... Er, sorry about that.
WARPATH: What for? I didn't even know I had a missile launcher!
RATCHET: You didn't...
PHARMA: Like I keep telling you, Ratchet, your hands are a gift from Adaptus!
RATCHET: And like I keep telling you, Pharma, there is no such thing as "Adaptus." All forged medics have natural fluidity in their hands. It is not a gift given to us by some "god"!
PHARMA: Whatever. You're awesome, okay? Now come help us fix up Blades, okay?
(Present)
OPTIMUS PRIME: Ratchet, could you come see this?
RATCHET: What is it, Optimus?
OPTIMUS PRIME: Looks like a message for you.
MESSAGE: Delphi Medical Station to Ark: I hate to bother you, but I am sending a student of mine for Ratchet to tutor. KTHXBY - Fixit
RATCHET: Apt as always, Fixit...
OPTIMUS PRIME: Wait, there's more.
MESSAGE: P.S.: Her name is Remedy. May ring a bell to you.
OPTIMUS PRIME: Who's Remedy?
RATCHET: Oh, spark. You have got to be kidding me...
(Luna 2, during the war)
HOT SPOT: See anything yet, Evac?
EVAC: Not yet, sir.
HOT SPOT: Well, that distress signal had to have come from somewhere.
GROOVE: I'm getting several spark readings, Hot Spot. I think they're coming from... there. (He points to a cave)
RATCHET: Are these... webs?
GROOVE: No way am I going in there!
HOT SPOT: Fine. Evac, Ratchet, Streetwise, you're with me.
EVAC: I have a bad--
HOT SPOT: Shut up, Evac.
VOICE: Heh-heh-heh
HOT SPOT: I hear laughter.
RATCHET: Great. We've ended up in Loonyville.
TARANTULAS: HA! HA! HA!
HOT SPOT: Oh, Primus.
TARANTULAS: Hush, hush, little sparkling. Daddy will find you a body...
STREETWISE: Did anybody bring a straitjacket?
RATCHET: What's with all of the sparks...?
TARANTULAS: I'll just keep you in here until you're ready. (He picks up a green spark) And as for you... I do believe your time has come.
STREETWISE: What. The. Heck?
RATCHET: I think I know, Streetwise. Before the war, Luna 2 was known for its sporadic spark growth. After a while, they suddenly stopped.
HOT SPOT: And now they've started again...
RATCHET: Yes... and this weirdo is collecting them!
TARANTULAS: What's that? Ah, we have visitors. Autobots, no less.
RATCHET: Uh, yeah. Sorry about the intrusion. We received a distress signal from here.
TARANTULAS: Hmm. Ah, yes. That would be... that fellow over there! (He points to a corpse)
RATCHET: Sharpshot! What kind of monster are you?
TARANTULAS: The experimenting kind. Now then, if you don't mind... I have work to do. Run along if you wish to live.
HOT SPOT: C'mon, Ratchet. There's nothing we can do here. Let's go before he changes his mind.
RATCHET: What the-?! A... spark?
STREETWISE: You coming, Ratchet?
RATCHET: Yeah, Streetwise...
(Present)
HOUND: I think I see them! No, wait. That's just a bird. (A spaceship appears) Ah, there she is! (The ship crashes) Well... this is awkward.
RATCHET: Help me get her free-! (He pulls Remedy out, only to find that she is missing legs) Okay. This is bad.
HOUND: Yeah, that... and this tracking beacon. Think she's still alive?
RATCHET: I think so, Hound. I hope so...
(Millions of years ago)
RATCHET: Alpha Trion?
ALPHA TRION: Yes, Ratchet? What is it?
RATCHET: I have... something of interest.
ALPHA TRION: Is that... a spark?! Newborn, I take it?
RATCHET: I guess. I found it when the Protectobots and I were leaving Luna 2.
ALPHA TRION: Yes, it's a new one, all right. Healthy, powerful... and it's a female.
RATCHET: How can you tell?
ALPHA TRION: Each spark is like a snowflak; there's never two identical ones. They all pulsate unique signatures. Whether if it's personality, its "gender" programming, etcetera, etcetera... You didn't understand a word I just said, did you?
RATCHET: Nope.
[Yeah, this is not how I would write this scene nowadays]
ALPHA TRION: Follow me...
RATCHET: Sir, where are you taking--? Oh.
VECTOR SIGMA: I am Vector Sigma. Before Cybertron was, I was.
RATCHET: What-- I...? Is that--?
ALPHA TRION: Vector Sigma? Yes.
RATCHET: Does that mean--?
ALPHA TRION: Whether this confirms legends such as Primus... I will leave it for you to decide. (He places the spark inside Vector Sigma)
RATCHET: Wait. That's it?!
ALPHA TRION: I shall have a body constructed for the spark. Until then, it is home for now.
(Present)
OPTIMUS PRIME: How's it going, Ratchet?
RATCHET: *Sigh* Wheeljack's trying to rebuild what's left of her legs... but I can't get any of her systems back online!
OPTIMUS PRIME: Do what you can, doctor. You've never lost a life in your career...
RATCHET: Wrong.
(Years ago)
RATCHET: We're losing him.
FASTFIX: Don't say things like that, Ratchet! Rest-Q, I need you to rejump his spark! Hang in there, Heavypunch. Now!
SFX: VMMP!
FASTFIX: Scan him.
MEDIC: ...He's dead.
RATCHET: It's okay. There's nothing we could do.
FASTFIX: No...
RATCHET: We're at war. It's not your fault--
FASTFIX: It was yours!
RATCHET: What--?
FASTFIX: You wouldn't let me help until Pharma told you to! You're just too arrogant and full of yourself and... and... Forget it. I'm done.
(Present)
WHEELJACK: And... there! Any luck on getting her back online?
RATCHET: No. I just don't get it! Her spark is healthy, her brain module and transformation cog are intact. What could be wrong with her?
WHEELJACK: Uh... I wouldn't be too sure about the brain module...
RATCHET: What do you mean?
WHEELJACK: Well, it's intact, as you say... but it's been erased.
RATCHET: You mean...?
WHEELJACK: If she does wake up, she won't remember a thing... not even her name. You'll not only have to teach her as a medic... but as a Cybertronian as well. I'm sorry. So, what do you want to do?
RATCHET: ...Put her module back in. I'll jump-start her spark.
(Soon)
WHEELJACK: Ready?
RATCHET: Yes.
WHEELJACK: Here goes nothing...
SFX: VMMP!
WHEELJACK: Did it work?
RATCHET: I... think so?
REMEDY: Wh-who are you?
RATCHET: I'm... Ratchet. And you are...?
REMEDY: M-Minerva.
RATCHET: Well, Minerva... welcome to the Ark. Welcome home...
(Years ago, Luna 2...)
HAWKEYE: This the place?
ROTORSTORM: Pretty sure.
HAWKEYE: All right, spark-lover, throw your hands... up? (Tarantulas is nowhere to be seen) Scrap.
(Elsewhere, Tarantulas walks with his Insecticons, carrying the green spark)
TARANTULAS: Don't worry, little one. They won't find you. Your siblings, yes, but by Primus, not you. Hush, baby. Daddy will find you a home... I promise you!
TO BE CONTINUED
CHARACTERS
Autobots: Alpha Trion (flashbacks), Blades (flashbacks), Evac (flashbacks), Fastfix (flashbacks), Fixit (flashbacks), Groove (flashbacks), Hawkeye (flashbacks), Heavypunch (flashbacks), Hot Spot (flashbacks), Hound, Optimus Prime, Pharma (flashbacks), Prowl, Ratchet, Remedy/Minerva, Rotorstorm (flashbacks), Sharpshot (flashbacks), Sideswipe, Streetwise (flashbacks), Tripwire (flashbacks), Warpath (flashbacks), Wheeljack, Xaaron (flashbacks)
Others: Insecticons, Tarantulas, Vector Sigma (all in flashbacks)
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