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The night I earned this chevron. I was still a Junior Medic under the direction of a mech named Hydrale Minor – my mentor and caretaker, a mech for whom my admiration was surpassed by only Optimus. Hydrale was, um, he was called to the front in one of the bloodiest battles we had faced since the war began, the Battle of Technahar. He knew…we all knew…that he likely wouldn’t come back. Before he left, he gave me a “temporary” field promotion. 

I was a field medic, yes, but only in name. I had never actually been on the field and neither had the others. They were practically newsparks; several of them had never known a life before the war. As such, all we could do was wait and tend to the patients who could be transported from the battlefield. I thought it would be one of the longest nights of my life, but everything happened far too quickly. We never expected a strike team to maneuver past the Autobot forces to us.