This episode picks up shortly after Chapter 17 of Episode Two.

To recap Episode Two: Jack Darby has settled in the old Commander's office at Autobot Outpost Omega One. Having recently discovered that he's a Technorganic, he's undergoing training on how to use his mods from Arcee and from Sari, who has remained in this dimension to help him in this transition.

His mother June had been abducted by the Decepticons and turned into a cyborg loyal to Megatron, but thanks to Jack, she was able to overcome her Decepticon programming. Unfortunately the operation was botched and her human parts were dying, so she needed an immediate transplant into an Autobot body. Now as an Autobot, she will attend the Protihex Medical Mechanics University (in the other dimension) and become a medic. Classes won't start for four months, so until then she'll stay at the Autobot Base and be Ratchet's assistant.

The Decepticons meanwhile, are planning on releasing Shockwave's ultimate Autobot hunter…

"You're doing great, Smoke, just lean on me. I'll keep an eye on those seals to your chassis to make sure there aren't any Energon leaks."

June was helping Smokescreen walk around the base, now that his injuries were healed enough to allow him to get out of sick bay.

"Thanks, June! You're a great nurse bot," he replied.

"Well, not an official one, yet," she smiled. "Once I've completed a year at the University, I'll have a 3-orbital cycle practicum, where I get to be a real nurse bot, studying under a medic. Ratchet said I can satisfy that requirement with him."

"Awesome! Will look forward to seeing you back here with us!"

"As soon as you've recovered sufficiently, Ratchet said you'll be ready for that T-Cog surgery. We'll go to the other dimension's Cybertron and get it for you, instead of having to wait for one to be protoformed here."

"Man, looking forward to that! I was so upset when Ratchet said my T-Cog was permanently damaged in that battle with Kālī. I thought I'd never transform again."

"Hey! Speaking of transforming, June, how do you like it?"

"The first time it was a little unnerving," said June. "I thought I was falling forward! They showed me the basics at the Cybertron Infirmary, but there weren't any vehicles to scan. It wasn't until I got here that I actually tried it for real. Arcee took me to an old used car lot nearby and had me scan and transform into a beat up old truck!" she laughed. "That's the one she taught me on - you know, driving, backing up, using my mirrors, transforming back and forth while in motion."

"The mirror thing is the weirdest! Seeing 7 things at once! Good thing I've now got a Cybertronian processor; I don't think my human brain could've handled all that visual data simultaneously."

Smoke chuckled. "It's really interesting, hearing your perspective," he said. "When you've been doing it since shortly after you were protoformed, it's just second nature."

"So I assume you're not using that truck anymore."

"Oh, no no no!" she laughed. "After that training, we drove to the hospital where I used to work and transformed into our bipedal modes. I scanned one of their brand new ambulances. That's my alt mode – I love it!"

Smoke chuckled. "Once a medical specialist, always a medical specialist, eh?"

"You know it!"

They arrived at the Command Center, where Ratchet was working on some bridge control adjustment. He turned around. "Well! Good to see you up and about, Smokescreen!" He asked June, "So, how's our patient doing?"

"Doing very well, so far! No seal leakage that I can see."

"Excellent! I think it's time we requisitioned for that T-Cog."

"Sounds good to me, doc!" said Smoke.

"And June, I've got a good mission for you," said Ratchet.

"Glad to help! What did you have in mind?"

"Since we're ready to go to the other Cybertron for the T-Cog; you could be the one to head over and get it from the Cybertron Infirmary for me."

"Sure! But will Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead be able to handle picking up the kids like they did before?"

"Things have been quiet on Cybertron right now; they just returned from there. Let's go ask them."

"Sure thing! It'd be nice to go back to the old routine for a while," said Arcee. "I kinda miss meeting Jack at school," she smiled.

"And picking up Miko? Sounds great!" said Bulkhead.

("Love to, June! I always enjoyed chatting with Raf on the way to his house.")

"Then, it's a mission! I'll go get the T-Cog for Smoke."

"Oh! One more thing," said Ratchet. "There's another part we should request."

June raised an optic. "I think I know what's going through your processor, Ratchet," she said, turning to Bumblebee.

"Ah! Of course!" said Arcee, smiling.

"What? What's everyone thinkin' of?" said Bulkhead.

Bumblebee saw Ratchet, June and Arcee looking at him. ("Me? Voice box?")

"It's about time, don't you think?" said Ratchet.

"Oh! Yeah!" Bulkhead chuckled. "About time, buddy!"

June put her servo on Bumblebee's shoulder. "I would be honored to bring one back for you, Bumblebee," she smiled.

("Oh, June! Thank you!") He hugged her.

"You are most welcome!" She gave him a kiss on the side of his mouthplate. "Looking forward to hearing your voice!"

"Hey, June?" said Arcee, "if his mouthplate was down, I think you'd see a blush."

"Alright June, everything's been arranged; you're good to go," said Ratchet. "As soon as you arrive on the top of Sumdac Tower, head over to Autobot Central. Ratchet will give you the details about who to see regarding the parts. Enjoy your mission!" And he powered up the ground bridge for her trip to the TFA dimension.

"Thanks, Ratchet! Be back soon with the parts!" And June transformed into her ambulance and drove into the tunnel.

Arriving out of the orb between the twin tines of the TFA space bridge, June immediately transformed into bipedal mode and landed pede first onto the roof of Sumdac Tower.

"Welcome, June!" said Isaac.

"Hello, Isaac!" she replied. "Picking up some parts on Cybertron for Smokescreen and Bumblebee. I'm on my way over to see Ratchet for my instructions."

"Very good! Will see you back here soon then!" And June took the freight elevator down to the street and transforming back into her alt form, drove over to see Ratchet.

"Hello there, my dear! How's the new body doing?" said the old bot.

"Just fine, Ratchet. How's your helm?"

"Oh, just fine, just fine," the old bot replied, rubbing the spot where cyborg June had kicked him.

She gave him a remorseful look. "So sorry about that!"

"Hey, now, don't blame yourself, kiddo, that wasn't you. It was that fraggin' Deceptislime programming!"

"Were they able to fix up the city?"

"Oh yeah! We've gotten pretty good at that!" he laughed. "Anyway, let's go sit down and meet with Optimus. He's the one who needs to authorize the transfer of the Autobot parts." And they walked over to his office.

Optimus got up when they walked in. "June! Great to see you again! Come in and have a seat."

"I have all the necessary requisition papers right here: one T-Cog for Smokescreen. Reason for replacement: 'original was permanently damaged during Decepticon battle'. And one vocorder for Bumblebee. Reason for replacement: 'original was ripped out by Megatron in battle'. I've given my approval, so all you need to do is present these to the main desk at the Infirmary. They will package the two parts in cases for you to carry. When you return here to Autobot Central, I'll sign off on the official reception form, and then you can bring them to Autobot Outpost Omega One."

"Sounds simple enough."

"Very well then," said Optimus, handing June the papers. "We'll be seeing you shortly, June! Have a good trip." And putting the papers in one of her chassis compartments, she returned to Sumdac Tower and took the space bridge to Cybertron.

"Welcome to Cybertron," said the space bridge bot. "Destination?"

"The Infirmary," June replied, and transforming into her alt mode, she headed over there. Approaching the main desk, she saw a familiar bot.

"Minerva! Do you bot the front desk, too?"

"Well, hi there June! I wasn't expecting to see you back so soon! Yeah, I'm helping out – the desk clerk's on holiday for a few solar cycles and I volunteered. Not too many new bots needing physical therapy; you were my last."

"What're you here for? Don't tell me you're having transforming problems! You did so well with the demo!"

"No," she laughed, "actually I'm here to pick up some parts for a couple of ailing bots," and she took the forms out of her chassis compartment and handed it to her.

Minerva looked them over. "Wow! These guys saw some action! Oh, that's right! You're from that other dimension that's still at war with the Cons!"

"Well, everything looks in order to me, June," Minerva said, looking back up. "Let me try to expedite things for you, since this requisition is for bots in a battle zone."

"Thanks! I know they'll appreciate it," June replied.

Minerva got on the comm at her console. "Chase! I've got a requisition here for bots in a battle zone. I need one T-Cog and one vocorder."

"A battle zone?"

"That's right, and from the papers here, it looks like the bot needing the vocorder's been without it for quite some time."

"Alright, give me a few cycles. Who's pickin' 'em up?"

"Her name's June. Scanning her energy signature for you," and Minerva took out a portable unit and held it in front of June's Spark Chamber to scan her unique identifying energy signature. That way Chase could verify her identity when she arrived at his desk.

"OK Minerva, got it. Have her meet me down here in about 15 cycles and I'll have the parts packaged for pickup."

"Sounds good, thanks!" and she ended the comm. "So, we've got some time to chat. How's it going? Have you applied to the University yet?"

"I have. Hoping to hear from them soon. The next session begins in four orbital cycles."

"Oh, you won't have any trouble," Minerva replied. "They've got this new 'diversity' thing going. They're looking for students from other planets who are interested in Autobot medical technology, and the fact that you used to be an organic, and a nurse! I don't think you should worry."

June sighed. "I hope you're right," she smiled.

"Just beware of the anti-organic teachers."

"The what?"

"Anti-organics. That's what I call them. There are a couple of the professors there that are very prejudiced against organic life forms. You may hear some outrageous things; don't let it get to you."

"We've got quite a lot of them here on Cybertron as well, unfortunately. Me? I had great experiences with humans in Canada back when I crash-landed in Quebec, so I'm an exception. But the bots here? Most of them never met an organic, so they just accept the rumors spewed by people who don't know any better; it's kind of sad, really."

"Makes me wonder what it would have been like for me if I had come here in my human body," June wondered.

"Oh, when you get back to Earth, ask Ratchet about what happened to Captain Fanzone! He landed here accidentally, and had to be rescued by him before he got brutally stepped on. Of course, some of the others just ran away."

June raised an optic. "Ran away?"

Minerva threw up her servos in mock fright and made a panicked face. "Aaah! Eeek! An organic! Don't touch it!" she laughed. "The mechs were worse than the femmes!"

June laughed. "You can't be serious!"

"Trust me, it's true! It's just ignorance. Hopefully as more bots get to know organics, things will get better."

The comm on the console came on. "Hey, Minerva? I'm ready for June to pick up."

She responded. "OK, Chase, sending her down!" And ended the comm.

"Hey, good to see you again, June! Best wishes at the University! And hope everything goes well for those injured bots!" She got up to offer June a servo.

June shook servos. "Thanks, Minerva! Hope to see you again!" And she headed down to Chase's desk.

"Hi, I'm June, to pick up the bot parts."

Chase scanned her energy signature to verify. "Very good, June! Here they are," and he handed her two carrying cases. "Good luck to your two bots!"

"Thanks!" And she turned to head back outside. Once in the street, she transformed and put the two cases in the back of her ambulance. Driving to the space bridge nexus, there was a checkpoint.

"I wonder what's up?"

An Autotrooper stopped June, and pulled her over. "We're checking all packages in your vehicle," he said. "Please go over there to the inspection station."

"Yes, officer," June replied, and got on the inspection line.

"C'mon! C'mon! I haven't got all day!" yelled Sentinel Prime. He turned to one of the Autotroopers. "Have we found anything yet?"

"No, sir. Every alt mode we've inspected has contained the usual: research papers, construction equipment, window dressing…"

"Fine! Fine! I don't need a laundry list!"

Two Autotroopers, out of range of Sentinel Prime, stood watching this whole process and the huge backup it was causing the commute. The first one asked the other, "Tell me again, why are we doing this?"

"The usual. Sentinel Prime's bored. He came up with another genius idea of putting up a road block, in the middle of rush hour, hoping to score some big contraband catch."

"Sheesh! This bites."

"Uh huh."

Suddenly, the Autotrooper conducting the search called out, "Sentinel Prime! I think you need to see this!" He walked over to see the Autotrooper with June in bipedal mode. He was holding the two carrying cases in his servos.

"What did you find? What's in the cases?" Sentinel demanded.

"Autobot parts, sir."

"Autobot parts, eh? And just what are you doing with Autobot parts, missy? Planning to sell them on the black market?"

"No sir! I'm bringing them to injured bots," she replied, looking a little lost and confused.

"Injured bots – or so you say! And just who are you, anyway?"

"M..my, my name is June, sir."

"June?! That's a strange name for an Autobot." He turned to the Autotrooper. "Scan her energy signature! I want to know everything about this…June." The Autotrooper took his portable scanner and passed it over June's Spark Chamber. He looked at his readout. "I'm not getting anything, sir. She's not in the database."

"Oh, really? Well, 'June' – if that is indeed your real name, you're coming with me!" And he instructed the Autotrooper to cuff poor June and confiscate her carrying cases!

"But, but, you don't understand! I'm not in the database because I was just put into this body recently! Please! If you just call Optimus Prime on Earth, he'll explain everything!"

Sentinel Prime looked at her strangely. "Optimus Prime?! That washout?" He scoffed. "If you think throwing his name around can help you, you're in worse shape than I thought!" He turned to the Autotrooper next to June. "Bring her to my office! And lock up those Autobot parts! I'll need those for evidence!" He strutted away.

"Yes, sir."

Minerva was just finishing her shift at the Infirmary, when an Autotrooper came in. "Are you Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, I am."

"You need to come with me," he told her.

"Why? What's the problem?"

"You authorized the release of Autobot parts to a non-Cybertronian citizen. You need to come to Sentinel Prime's office to explain your actions."

Minerva racked her processor, wondering what he was talking about. "Non-Cybertronian…June!" She suddenly realized what was going on. "Hold on!" she said to the Autotrooper, "I'm not just a desk clerk; I'm a medic, and quite familiar with medical regulations. That regulation is obsolete, and hasn't been enforced in thousands of stellar cycles!"

The Autotrooper shrugged his shoulders. "Look. Just between you and me? I'm with you; this whole thing's a big empty Energon cube, but this Prime's a real…well, he's putting this poor fembot through the wringer right now, and maybe you can come and help her out."

"On my way!" And she gathered up her things and went with him. When they arrived at Sentinel's office, June was completely distraught. She saw Minerva. "Oh, Minerva!" she cried, "please, tell Sentinel Prime what happened! Tell him why my energy signature's not in his database!"

Minerva went and put her servo on June's shoulder. "Don't worry, June, we'll get this all straightened out." She looked down and saw the cuffs. Pointing to them, she turned to Sentinel. "Is this really necessary?!"

"You have no right to talk to me like that, hospital clerk!" he responded. "You may be in just as much trouble as her, for authorizing an illegal transaction!"

"First of all, I'm no hospital clerk! I'm a medic! I was volunteering today for the clerk who's on holiday. And you'll find that I am fully versed in all medical rules and regulations!"

"Oh really? Then that puts you in even bigger trouble, since you should have known better, transferring Autobot parts to an unknown bot! We check energy signatures around here; she's not in it. For all we know, she could be a Decepticon spy!" He turned and got in June's face. "You're working for Swindle, aren't you? Admit it!"

June was horrified! "No! I swear! I don't even know who that is!"

Sentinel scoffed. "A likely story!"

Minerva was getting angry! She shook her helm, realizing she wasn't going to get very far with this supercilious jerk. "First of all, the transaction was not illegal; that law is obsolete and has not been enforced for thousands of stellar cycles. Secondly, the reason June's energy signature is not in your database is because she only recently was discharged from the Infirmary. She is a Spark Transplant and processor download patient!"

Sentinel looked up and frowned. "Spark Transplant and processor download? From what?"

"From a dying cyborg."

"Cyborg?!" Screwing up his face, he pointed at June. "This…this was an, organic?" He looked at her and started moving away.

Minerva rolled her optics and shook her helm. "I'm dealing with one of these idiots," she said to herself. She looked him in the optic. "YES, she was an organic."

June looked at Minerva and thought, "I hope she doesn't have to tell him I was a full organic before that!"

"Alright, Sentinel Prime," said Minerva, "now that we understand why June's not in the database, can we remove the cuffs? Please?"

"Very well," he huffed, and signaled to the Autotrooper to take them off.

"Thank you," June said to the trooper, smiling. She rubbed her wrists.

"Good," continued Minerva, speaking slowly and calmly. "So, it's all a misunderstanding, yes? Can she go?"

Sentinel frowned and looked at June. "You may go," he said.

"What about the Autobot parts?" asked June.

"Oh, I can't authorize the release of those," said Sentinel.

"WHAT?!" said both femmes in unison.

"You have convinced me of Autobot June's innocence, and why she is not in my database," said Sentinel, rather pompously. "However, it is still the law that a non-Cybertronian citizen is forbidden from transporting Autobot parts."

"But, sir, those parts are for injured bots," said June, frowning. "I was bringing them to the medic who will perform the operation."

Sentinel pointed a digit at June and lectured, "The law is the law, missy, and I don't know what…organic…cyborg…planet you came from, but as long as you walk around in that Autobot body, you'll learn to respect our laws!"

Minerva pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Optics closed, she said, as calmly and as slowly as possible: "That law is obsolete!"

"The last time I looked, medic, it was still on the books!"

"Can someone else come and pick them up?" asked June, "a bot with Cybertronian citizenship?"

"No, that's impossible," Sentinel declared. "You are the one who signed for them. You are the only one who can pick them up from my office."

June looked at Minerva, her face showing utter desperation! Minerva took June's servo in hers. She looked at Sentinel. "We'll be back," she told him. "Come on, June." They left the building.

June shook her head. "Minerva, what do we do?!"

"We get some help, that's what we do!"

Well, thank goodness June had run into Minerva at the Infirmary! She'll help enlist some others who can iron out this fiasco, put an end to poor June's unfortunate run-in with Sentinel Prime, and get those parts so she can be on her way!

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