Ratchet was just a young, young sparkling. Around the same age as a 8 year old human. He was just exploring around the core, finding all sorts fo nature and native plants to Cybertron in there. Even though he'd done this a million times, he loved it.

He walked around for a moment before he decided to pick some flowers he saw. They were pretty, just like his mummy. So, he picked a handful of gorgeous white roses and hurried back to his mother, squealing and laughing in joy as he lept into her lap, laying there with giggles as he held the roses up to her.

"Look mummy! Roses, pretty ones like you!"