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To be or not to be? That is the question.
It was between Rescue Bots Academy and Warrior Academy. You desperately want to be part of the Rescue Bots, since attending to the injured and the sick was your passion. However, your carrier's wish is that you attend the Warrior Academy, so that you could fight back and protect innocent people who were injured after being involved in a crossfire.
It was a difficult pick, and your carrier knew that. You were fit for both jobs, but sometimes in life, you can only choose one and stick to it.
Permanently.
This could determine your character traits altogether too. And your friends.
And your lifelong partner.
You shook your helm. No, that's not what you're supposed to think about, especially at such a young age. You need to focus on studying.
Your carrier took you to the Warrior Academy, where most famous fighters are born. At first, the hallways seemed empty. No sign of fighting. No sign of students. Peaceful.
Suddenly, the bell sang loudly, announcing the start of break time. Bots from every room possible spilled out into the peaceful hallways; some were even shoving and yelling cusses. You shrunk behind your carrier's pedes, pulling on her armour begging to go home. Your carrier refused and continued on her interrogation with the manager, who seemed to be agreeing that everyone should at least move away from the hallways.
"Can I go walk around myself?" you asked.
"Sure! Just be back soon, we're leaving in a bit," your carrier smiled. Her smile showed how much she really wanted you to enroll into this very academy. Maybe you should reconsider learning in this place...
It wasn't long after that a mech slammed into you, causing you to tumble to the ground. It was a hard hit, even your carrier could hear the slam from the end of the hallway. She rushed to you whilst yelling at the mech.
"Come back here you filthy little brat!" your carrier screamed. "I'll make sure you taste my grandcarrier's recipe for disaster!"
You chuckled, standing up. "I'm fine, thanks, carrier."
"Oh sweetie," she kissed your helm. "I'm so sorry I got carried away. Are you hurt? What happened? Do you need anything?"
"I'm okay, really," you smiled. "Maybe this academy isn't suitable for me... I can barely dodge an unexpected slam to the ground."
"Your build is more towards being a Rescue Bot," the manager commented. "Not that I don't believe you can't be a warrior; you can, but it'll take more than a punch to put you into shape."
"She got that from her sire," your carrier chuckled. "Come on, let's go look at another academy."
Your optics lit up, sparkling with enthusiasm at your carrier as you nod. Your Spark fluttered in excitement. Why? You were about to walk into the academy that was responsible for saving many people's lives. The only place where you can truly train and help people, just like how your sire helped in emergencies.
Sirens were blaring. He had no choice but to rush to his team and bark orders in their faces. You were so inspired as you watched him work with a stern face. For a moment, he looked back at you and gave you a sneaky wink. You giggled.
"Go beat the firez!" you encouraged happily. Your sire nodded and ran off.
Thirty minutes passed.
Fifty minutes passed...
You find yourself sobbing at the one hour mark. Your carrier hugged you tightly, herself sobbing too. He's gone, and there's no replacing him anymore...
But he saved that little mechling's life.
You leaped into the academy as if it was your home. You find yourself chattering away with the counsellor who was touring you around. The library was a peaceful place, with few bots in their own tables burying their faces in the huge stacks of datapads.
"Policebots," the counsellor chuckled. "And first aiders. They do the most studying."
"Understandable, really," you smiled. "What other fields do you offer here?"
"Law enforcement, first aiders, firefighting..."
Firefighting.
The counsellor noticed your sparkling enthusiasm in your optics. "So, you're interested in firefighting?"
You nodded instantly. "My sire was a firefighter."
"I like sparklings who have a role model to look up to," he smiled. "I have one student here who follows a certain warrior's story closely. It's very amusing, but inspiring."
Just then, a young mech rushed towards the counsellor with a frantic look. He was holding a huge stack of datapads which seemed to be blocking his vision of his path. You yelled for him to slow down, but he crashed onto the ground before you could help him.
"Speak of the devil," the counsellor chuckled. "Blades, are you alright?"
Blades, the young mech, sat up and pushed the datapads aside. He had the most adorable optics on him. His small shoulders gave up on posture.
"No-" Blades whimpered.
He looked like he needed a 24/7 caretaker with him. You helped gather his datapads and splitting them into two stacks. You held one stack in your arms and noticed the content of them.
Rescue Bots manual. For the newbies that will be participating in the Open Day. You felt exhilarated.
"Carrier, I wanna attend their Open Day," you blurted out.
"Oh, sure! Anything for you," your carrier smiled at you. At least she's not mad about your choice.
Letting her down is your worst nightmare. Ever since your sire passed, she did everything she could to raise you properly. She worked her ass off, and despite being tired until she can't hold her optics open anymore, she still played with you and tossed you about. You promised yourself that one day, you will fulfil all of her dreams, no matter how impossible it is.
The Open Day soon came. You rushed around the Academy with the counsellor, asking about the paths you could lead toward and the possible career choices. He was happy to see a sparkling your age booming in enthusiasm.
Suddenly, you bumped into a mech carrying a pile of datapads.
"Again, Blades?" the counsellor chuckled. "You do realise that you can carry them with someone's help."
"I'm sorry!" Blades sobbed. You picked up the pile of datapads scattered across the floor and handed half the pile to him.
"I can help," you giggled. The mech's face turned blue in embarrassment.
"Th-Thank you-" he stuttered.
"No problem! My name's (Y/N), you're..."
"Blades," he smiled.
EONS LATER
You and Blades both worked on the recovery of the other Rescue Bots after using their Energon as fuel to keep the island alive. It wasn't easy; you fainted numerous times, tripped on wires while holding a tray of equipment and even bumped into Blades due to slightly impaired vision from Energon loss.
"You should get some rest," Blades frowned. "I can handle this."
"No," you grunted. "I promised to help..."
"Rest, I'm okay," Blades pushed your shoulder blade so you'd sit on your medical berth. "I've already been looked after by Ratchet. Don't worry."
You kept a firm look on your face. "No, I can do this-"
Your pedes gave, making you tumble onto the berth. Blades yelled. The ceiling began to spin and blur. In a swift moment, Blades had attached you to several machines and conducted Energon transfusion. As he softly soothed you, you drifted off into a pit of darkness.
Hours later, you managed to sit up on your berth as Blades fed you some Energon. He cracked a few jokes, and even some inside jokes both of you came up with during your academy days. You chuckled, happy to know that the shy Blades you used to know was coming out of his shell.
"Hey, remember how we would count the number of times we bumped into each other?" Blades laughed. "What number are we on right now?"
"A thousand two hundred and fourty... no, sixty seven."
"Have you counted the one from earlier?"
You nodded with a goofy smile. "I'm such a clumsy femme."
"Me too! It's like we're made for each other!" Blades gasped.
You stared at him silently. "What?"
"Nothing~" Blades sung as he got up.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"Nothing~!"