I was sitting on the 'medical berth' as the autobots call it. I'm guessing it's their way of calling it a medical bed. He monitored my bodily functions and how the Allspark affected it. After he finished his tests, he comes over with a sort of tablet and scratching his head. "This is confusing..." He says. "What?" I ask. "It appears that the Allspark has changed your body, as I mentioned before, but in all the best ways possible.". "What do you mean by that?". "Well, it appears that your original blood has been taken over, and replaced by our fuel source. Which is energon. Among that, your cybernetics have been boosted, allowing more power to go to them. You life span has been increased ten fold. Bringing the average of 80 years to 800. Your reflexes seem to have been sharpened, your general strength and durability has been increased as well. Your cybernetics have somehow developed many weapons of sorts. And to top it off, by the tests I had you do, your intelligence has been increased by %100. It's immaculate." He explains.

"Wow, that much?" I ask. "Yes. Like I said, it changed your body in the best ways possible." He says again. "So that makes me, what? Part cybertronian?" I ask. "Well, yes. But, judging by your outbursts because of the Allspark. We're going to have to figure out how to contain it.". "Fair point. So, what will I be doing when I'm here?" I ask Optimus. "You'll be helping us on missions. Such as reconnaissance or energon gathering." He explains. "Sounds easy enough. How often do you go on these missions?" I ask. "Not very often. But we have to be ready for anything. The decepticons can be doing anything, and we couldn't know it." He says. "F/n?" I hear Ratchet call me. "Yeah?" I ask, turning around. I see he set up a pile of what appears to be scrap metal and some tools. "I set up this last test to see your intelligence and ingenuity. I need you to take this pile of scrap, and turn it into anything that can be of use." He says. I look over the pile of scrap, thinking to myself.

"Ratchet, don't you think that's a bit much? I mean, he only has limited materials." Arcee says. "Yes, exactly. See, the Allspark altered his brain, making him smarter, enlarging his IQ. I need to see what he can do--" He was cut off by me. "Done." I say. The three bots look at me, and see that I used the entirety of the pile of scrap. And on the table showed 5 weapons. The first one was a revolver-type pistol. It has a triangular barrel, and a spike on the bottom of the handle, and it looked like it reloaded like a normal revolver. The second was a sort of shotgun. It had a drum magazine on the right side, and it had five barrels. It wasn't a pump action, so immediately clarified as a semi-auto shotgun. The last one was a powerful looking sniper rifle. Nothing special, but it had a small carry handle coming off of the receiver. The next weapon was small, but it was belt-fed. It had a tri-rotating barrel. It had a side grip for easy aiming and recoil control. It had a carry-handle on the top. The last weapon was big. It was an LMG with a round barrel, and a large magazine. It was belt fed, and had two handles.

The bots look in shock. Ratchet and awe. "How did you...?" He trailed off, gazing at the weapons. "I don't know. I just looked at the scrap, and soon schematics just appeared in my vision. Then bam, I made these." I say. "That was less than ten seconds!!" Ratchet says. "I know. That's what I find strange too..." I trail off. "F/n. You show expert craftsmanship as well. I'm glad we're able to have you on our side." Optimus says. "I am too. God only knows what that spider would've had me make... I shiver at the thought." I say, slightly shivering. Arcee takes notice, and her eyes narrow, but she doesn't say anything. "F/n, this is amazing. In all my years of existence, I've never seen anything like this happen so quick." Ratchet says, holding the LMG. "Yeah, and I think there's another function to them." I say. "What do you mean?" He asks. "Well, I don't know why. When I was building them, my mind went blank. And suddenly their functions popped up in my mind. I believe they can form together into a large weapon." I say. "Really?! Please, show me!" Ratchet says. 

He sets the LMG down. I walk over to it, and press a button. Suddenly, the shotgun, sniper, and pistols all start moving towards it. The shotgun hits the front of the LMG, and starts forming into it. The five barrels sticking out of the front of the LMG. The sniper comes to the side of the gun, and starts forming into the side. The barrel split apart, the top half going to the top, and the bottom going to the bottom, lining the barrel cover. The side handle of the LMG moved to the top, acting as a cross bar. The pistol went to the back handle, forming with it. The gun completes itself, and starts to glow blue. The magazine of the LMG went to the bottom, and somehow grew bigger. 

Ratchet looks at the final weapon in astonishment. "This is astounding." He says. I pick up the weapon with relative ease. It's about the size of me, so I wondered why it was light. "Why is this light?" I ask out loud. "It's the Allspark. As I mentioned before, it altered your body. And your strength is one of them. "Oh yeah." I say. I press the same button, and the guns separate, becoming themselves again. "How do you plan on carrying them?" Arcee asks. "I don't plan on carrying all of them of course. I'm gonna use the ones I believe fit the mission." I reply. "Smart idea." She says back. "Well, that's enough for today. You all may relax for a while. Ratchet will notify us when there's a mission to be done." Optimus says.

We all nod at his words. I hear walking behind me. "Hey F/n, wanna go train?" I hear Arcee ask me. I turn around, and look up at her. "Sure, why not?" I say. She smiles at my answer. "Good, now a fair warning. I won't go easy on ya'." She says while smirking. "Eh, how bad can it be?" I say nonchalantly. She laughs a bit, and we walk off. While we're walking, I catch myself looking at her ass more and more. I make myself stop looking at her. After a short walk, we make it to a larger door than the one to her room. The door opens, revealing a pretty spacious area. It has some cybertronian sized workout equipment such as weights, and a large punching bag. My vision slightly glitches, and I see Johnny walk in front of me.

"Huh." He says while taking a drag from his cigar. "Wait, you can do that?" I ask him. "I can do what?" Arcee says. I see Johnny smile and chuckle a bit. "Oh, sorry. Thinking out loud." I say. I turn back to Johnny. "You might want to think your words. I am inside your head, remember?" He chuckles again. "Like this?" I ask through my mind. "There we go. You're getting a hang of it. Now, what'd you ask?" He asks. "I asked how can you do that?" I continue to speak with him telepathically. "Well, since you have cybernetic eyes, I can project myself in your vision. Allowing you, and only you to see and hear me." He explains. "Wait, so I'm the only one who can see and hear you?" I ask. "Yup. Now enough talk. You might not want to keep the lady waiting~" He says in a teasing tone. He takes another drag of his cigarette, before fading. "You coming F/n?" Arcee asks. "Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, sorry." I say. "You alright? You spaced out a bit." She says, concerningly. "Yeah, I'm okay. So, let's work out." I say confidently. She smiles, and starts telling me what I should do. I listen to her, and do what she says. How hard can this be?

How hard can this be?