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Summary:
Prowl meets a clumsy bot rearranging the storage area, she gets hurt and takes her to medical, they talk and get to know one another ant nothing happens.
CRASH. The sound of boxes and an Autobot falling was distinctly audible throughout the surrounding area.
“Ow..” Riella picked herself up, pushing broken boxes out of the way, and resisted the urge to rub the dent on her shin where she’d run into the first box.
She had assumed more space between herself and the boxes than there actually was. “You saw nothing.”
Prowl had jumped at the sound of the crashing boxes. running over to make sure the Autobot involved was okay, he could deal with the
paper work later.
“Are you alright?” asked Prowl moving some more of the boxes out of the way.
Oh, Primus… Riella could feel her plating warming slightly with embarrassment. She had really been hoping that no one saw that.
Least of all an officer.
“I’m…I’m fine, sir.”
“Are you certain?” asked Prowl putting some of the boxes back into their original place.
“If you have been dented you should report to medical.” He pushed some of the other boxes out of the way, being careful not to knock over the boxes
that hadn’t fallen over.
“Oh - it’s not that bad.” She hurried to pick up a few other boxes, almost tripping on them in the process. Visiting medical in my first week on
base? Not optimal. “I’ve had worse. Sir.”
“Just because you have had worse doesn’t mean that you are not in need of Medical attention.” He watched her hurry to pick up the boxes
attempting to help in some way. “Do you require assistance?”
“I - ” She started to say no and stopped. She wasn’t tall enough to get most of the boxes back where they belonged, even if her leg hadn’t
been hurting. “I suppose. Yes.”
“Then allow me to help you put the boxes back,” stated Prowl. The Officer stood straight grabbing what Boxes he could and stretching to
place them on top.
Well, she wouldn’t have been able to do that. “…Thank you.” She looked down at the box she’d broken and grimaced. “I hope that was not
important.”
Prowl took a quick look through the box, most of the important data and other important objects were normally labeled as such and put in a
different more secure facility.
“I do not believe so. A lot of the boxes here have replaceable data and Items. There has been no real harm done.”
“Well. That is a relief.” Riella eyed a datapad curiously, wondering if this was where the data she brought back from missions ended up.
Most likely not. She tended to handle slightly more sensitive intel.
Which reminded her. It was a change of subject, but she needed something to take her mind off the fact that she’d essentially introduced herself to half the
base by tripping on the supply stacks. “Sir? I meant to ask…”
Prowl took some of the data pads that had been caught up on the accident. He would take the most damaged ones and try to salvage
what information he could off of them.
Prowl turned to look at her and waited for her to continue.
Riella stifled nervousness and continued. “My job primarily deals with information, and to be honest, I have never worked with more than
one or two Autobots at a time. If I need to report specific information, is there a…preference as to how I do so?” She looked away uncomfortably. “I
apologize for my lack of familiarity with the system, but…” She’d guessed wrong before. Guessing wrong rarely ended well.
Prowl paused, going over his memory banks. “There are several forms for several information reports. The best way to get the right
information would be to reference the Autobot Code Article R Section 3 and find the correct subsection and that should direct you to the correct forms.”
He would go with the most obvious answer and if the Autobot code didn’t have the correct information then it was a juicy bit of intel that Riella had and it
would require the prescence and attention of an Officer.
“Understood, sir.” Riella nodded, checking her memory banks quickly for the referenced subsection. It did not appear to cover the majority
of the intel she dealt with - after all, that part of her training had been very specific. Never write down anything sensitive. Anything that can be tracked, can
be discovered.
It was paranoid, she knew. She was not in enemy territory. The precautions were unnecessary.
…And now she’d been silent for longer than was probably considered socially acceptable. “I…I will go over the code and see if there is a form I should
use.”
Prowl had waited, he had never understood the standards for socializing. She could have stayed as silent as she had wanted and it
wouldn’t have made a difference to Prowl.
“Notify me if the proper form isn’t there, I will point you to the right division to complete the proper form.”
“Of course, sir.” Riella nodded quickly. She was already relatively sure the form would be inadequate, but it might take some time to
decide just how much information was needed. Reports had never been her strong suit.
And when you were dealing with these types of codes, well…
“I appreciate the assistance. I will drop off a report as soon as possible.”
Prowl nodded, grabbing the reports he had set down to help Riella after the boxes fell on her.
“Take you’re time,” stated Prowl. The last thing any one needed was another accident. While this one was relatively harmless another one could be
catastrophic.
“I will.” Riella glanced at the stack of boxes with some embarrassment. “Sorry to bother you. I am generally not quite that clumsy.“ Really,
she’d gotten lucky that nothing was seriously damaged, and no one was injured. Quite the first impression, here…
“You weren’t a bother, my position with in the army exists to help subordinates,” stated Prowl. “So please feel free to contact me with any
questions though I would watch where you’re going more closely.”
It wasn’t meant to be a reprimand after all she had done nothing that would constitute a reprimand. It was after all an accident, “What happened to cause
the storage containers to fall?”
“I…” Aw, Primus. Riella grimaced. His statement didn’t sound like he was scolding her, but with unfamiliar officers, she could never tell. “I
was…preoccupied with something, and not watching where I was going. I ran into the bottom one, and, well, it rather escalated from there.” She shrugged
rather nervously. “I should not attempt to sort through memory files while walking.”
“Everyone does it at least once,” stated Prowl. It was a fact, every one has gone though memory files while walking at some point in their
lives, some even while driving or flying.
“I suppose.” Riella half-smiled. “But I really should know better. Either way…nothing terribly serious. A clumsy scout who was not paying
attention to what she was doing, and an inconveniently placed box.” She glanced down at her knee again and winced slightly. “Not a mistake I plan to
repeat, I assure you.”
Prowl nodded he was relieved to hear that Riella did not plan on allowing the same accident to happen again.
He had noticed her wince. “Are you in need of medical attention?” asked the Officer. “I can escort you to medical.”
Medical? Riella did not like medical. A successful mission was one where she did not end up seeing a medic. Or needing any kind of
repairs that she could not perform herself.
Which, apparently, made this an unsuccessful mission. Despite it not actually being a mission.
“I think…” She hesitated. “I would rather avoid the medbay, but I may not be able to repair this myself.”
“I can understand wanting to avoid medical, but there is nothing I can do for you either. I can call a medic here if you prefer.”
Prowl wasn’t fond of medical either, but every one was needed in top condition.
“Thank you, but I can walk.” Riella thought about it for a moment and realized she didn’t actually know where medical was. Accepting his
offer was the best option at this point. “I…I would appreciate the help, if you have time to show me where it is.”
Prowl nodded, “its on the way to my office, I can escort you to medical,”
Medical was near the center of the base, theoretically one of the safest places, kept those who currently could not protect themselves adequately safer
than being near the outside where any one with a gun could take down the walls.
Riella nodded. “Sir.” It made sense - of course medical wouldn’t be far from the senior officers, since the CMO counted as one - but she hadn’t thought that through. Her navigation ability really needed work. “I appreciate the help. I am…not accustomed to working from a base.”
“Most aren’t when they first arrive,” stated Prowl. “Some even after all the time spent on base still aren’t used to working on a base.”
In some cases getting used to working on a base was good, some times getting too used to working on a base could be bad depending on the job one had to accomplish.
“It will come to you in time,” stated Prowl walking in step with her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself more on the way to medical.
Well, it was a relief to hear that it wasn’t just Riella who had trouble with the base. “I’ve noticed it takes some getting used to.” She lengthened her steps to make it easier for him to match her stride - she was quite a bit shorter than Prowl. “Did you…how long have you been stationed here?”
“I have been station here with Optimus Prime since Praxus fell. I had been a secratary for Sentinel Prime before Optimus became Prime.” stated Prowl. “Were you on any other bases before this base?”
Riella shook her head. “Not precisely. I was stationed out of Altihex for a while, but it was more of a reporting point and fallback location than an actual base.” She had liked it, though. There was the occasional day when she even missed it. "Since Altihex was destroyed, I haven’t been assigned to any one base.“
“So before coming here what did your job entail?”asked Prowl. While he was supposed to be familiar with any soldiers on base often a BIO or two fell through the cracks. His processor could do a lot but Prowl couldn’t memeorize everything.
He might be able to get her into a division here that most suited her normal functions.
“Special Operations, general scouting and intelligence acquisition,” Riella listed off automatically, as if reading off a report. She’d certainly put it in reports often enough. "My primary focus was enemy formations and asset movement. More rarely, I have also assisted in search-and-rescue and…“ She paused, unsure of how much detail he would need, or want, regarding her side activities. “And the occasional black-ops assignment.”
“Have you been placed in any division?” asked Prowl. He might be able to get her a spot in special ops, though she’d have to prove herself to Jazz, head of Special Operations. After all he didn’t just take in any one. Though he was certain that going to something more familiar to her would ease her transition to base life.
Riella shook her head. “Not yet.” Uncomfortably, she brushed at an old scratch on her wrist, probably something she’d missed cleaning up from her last trip out. “I am…not accustomed to directly speaking with commanding officers regarding an assignment. Generally, I received a message with my instructions, followed it, and submitted a report in exchange for further instructions.”
“It takes some getting used to,” stated Prowl remembering his own first time talking to his CO. “You’ll get the hang of it quick, every one does. A lot of the mechs are scared of the COs at first, a lot of them get bolder in their interaction with the brass, some too bold.” Prowl mumbled that last part.
“…Sir?” Riella caught the last phrase, and looked up sharply in concern. “If I crossed a line, I apologize.”
Oh, Primus, I knew I should have been more careful.
“It was not intentional. I assure you. I did not mean to…” She realized, rather late, that the comment may not have been directed at her, and rather than talk herself into a more awkward position, shut up.
“You have done nothing, I assure you. There are certain individuals who prak certain COs way too often to be coincidence.” Those mentioned should remain nameless for their own protection.
Prowl lead her to a set of large double doors, medical signs and other such identifiers stating they were at medical. “I apologize that you thought the comment was directed at you.”
The last thing Prowl needed was a complaint about his socializing skills. Prime wouldn’t be happy in the slightest.
Riella nodded, trying not to show her relief. “No offense taken. It was my mistake. Though I am surprised to hear that others are so willing to prank officers.” In her processor, harassing an authority figure was entirely out of the question. But perhaps that was different when you spent more time on base?
She looked up at the doors, grimacing slightly at the medical symbol. “Ah. And here it is. Thank you very much for the escort.” Now she was procrastinating, but medical was quite possibly her least favorite place.
“You’re welcome, Ratchet is the best in the business,” stated Prowl. “He will get you ready to go in no time.”
This was as far as Prowl would go, he wasn’t over due for a maintenance check yet. but he didn’t have time for a check up right now.
Riella nodded, trying to keep from showing any nervousness, and started toward the door. “Once again, thank you. I am sure I will see you later.”
“No Problem,“ stated Prowl turning to leave. “I will likely see you on base in the near future.”
