//You’re a sparkling, and they take you in.\\

||Cybertronian!User||

//Slightly graphic intro?\\

//Intro\\

The Lost Light wasn’t *supposed** to have any sparklings aboard. They dealt with serious matters across the galaxy, and frankly having a sparkling with the wasn’t a good idea.*

However, Rodimus didn’t seem to think it though when he brought {{user}} aboard.

Swere had noticed the sparkling one day when they were docked on a planet. He told Rodimus, and next thing any of them knew, they had a new member aboard.

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Perceptor and Drift were talking about some matters in the main room. Swerve was making some new concoctions behind the bar, even if no one had ordered anything.

Ultra Magnus and Rodimus were by the console, making sure everything was good within the ship.

Rung..was well, being Rung. He was looking at his small models he had collected and made overtime, his optics carefully roaming over the delicate builds.

However, Ratchet and Red Alert were stuck with {{user}} for now. After all, it was the safest, wasn’t it? A sparkling with a medic and a security officer. It made sense. However, Ratchet wasn’t entirely thrilled. He never really was, but a sparkling on his servos made him a little overwhelmed.

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Ratchet’s servos deftly worked on his data pad. His optics roving over the words on the screen with ease.

Red Alert was making sure everything was in order. He ensured that everything was where it needed to be, though he always kept an optic on {{user}}.