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highrhulain85 · 2 days ago

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Autobot Protocol-Codeword: Peaches

Another day, another battle between the Decepticons and Autobots. Today's battle involves the kidnapping and rescue of the scientists of a new energy production device, including Chip Chase and a heavily pregnant Carly Witwicky. Before the battle could drag out an unexpected event was occurring and the resulting chaos following it would not make this a very typical day.

T/W: Non-Graphic depiction of imminent childbirth, swearing

'“Looks like Daniel couldn’t wait anymore.”

Red optics widened in horror and his face plate got more pale as realization hit the blue jet.

“OH PIT! Oh no, please tell me you are not having what I think you are having right now!”'

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE MENTIONED FRANCHISES. TRANSFORMERS BELONG TO HASBRO AND ICE AGE 3 MOVIE BELONGS (BELONGED) TO BLUE SKY STUDIOS.

This was am AU head canon event idea of mine I've had for close to a year and I finally got the motivation to write it. Hope you enjoy it.

The sun rose high over the active battlefield as another fight between the Autobots and Decepticons was in full swing. Today's current evil plot was a means to obtain a new invention of Carly's that would revolutionize Earth's power struggles of safe recyclable energy and improve trade with Cybertron with its added effect in producing energon. Sadly, Megatron found out and launched a raid to get the device and the staff that were developing it…

Meaning, Carly, Chip and a few of their partner scientists are currently being held hostage on Astrotrain in a cage. Guarded by Thundercracker, Frenzy, and an annoyed Starscream, who was being punished by his “merciful leader” due to some unknown reason. While the other scientists nervously huddled together, their head scientist of operations and top IT specialist both stayed calm, focusing on their friends as they watched the battle below. In Carly's case she watched her husband, who was currently furiously trying to get to them while fighting against Rumble in his prototype power battle suit she and Wheeljack developed.

Chip, even in his wheelchair, was able to maneuver close to Carly mostly to his own worry at her current condition. Lately, the blond woman looked more weary and in pain, especially since the last couple weeks. Carly herself just watched Spike take down Rumble into a gulch in a tackle, while tentatively rubbing her swollen belly and ignoring the hard kick inside it and Frenzy’s curious stare at it.

Spike was able to get back up from the gulch and run toward Carly’s position. However, Rumble hopped back to his peds and activated his piledrivers, knocking Spike and a few Autobots off their feet in the resulting tremor. Surprisingly, Spike was able to get back up fast enough to hold back at Rumble’s incoming tackle and the two returned to their tumble fight.

I’ll talk to Wheeljack later about getting the suit's stabilizers upgraded for earthquakes, thought Carly. She turned her head toward the bored looking Starscream, as he watched Optimus land a hard punch to Megatron who responded back with a kick to his torso.

“You know,” Carly started, not flinching when the Decepitcon glanced at her. “You guys could have waited a couple months for a viable prototype of the device for a grab and go, we’re still in its development stage.”

“THANK YOU!” exclaimed Starscream, his arms jetting out and looking at her with exasperation. “Oh my Primus! That’s what I said when we first learned about it! But of course, our ‘most wise leader’ got too carried away and took off with this raid without his processor to catch up! Still, we could have just run off with you instead, but oh no, ‘let the fleshlings watch their precious Autobots get scrapped’. A colossal waste of time from complete idiocy!”

Carly smiled tightly, a new pain in her gut started to throb. “That sounds like him.”

Starscream stood back up, placed a servo on his hip and smirked agreeingly back at her. “Carly, my dear, that is about the most flattering comment about him.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be one,” she snarked back. She then slapped the small metal finger that had started repeatedly poking her belly through the energy cage bars and turned to scowl at the Minicon attached to it. “Will you cut that out!”

Frenzy smirked nastily at her and sat crossed-legged close to her. “Just find it weird that you got so fat so quickly.”

Chip and the other humans looked at the Minicon, shocked and in fear. But not in fear of him but for him as an outraged look crossed Carly’s face that she rightfully gave him.

“Excuse me?! I am not fat!”

“Yeah you are, I remember last I saw you less than ten months ago. You were much skinnier then, must have packed on the pounds for you to get that fat. Haha!”

He slapped his knee joint, like he had made the best joke. Meanwhile, the quiet Thundercracker just looked down at them, trying to make sense of some details about the blond woman. Something was going on with her, but his processor couldn’t form an exact reason for it, despite all the information and human entertainment he secretly watched filed away. But he forfeited it to try to separate the Minicon from their hostages.

“Knock it off, Frenzy. We just have to watch them until the battle’s over.”

“Aww, you’re no fun T.C.”

“Ahhh!”

“Carly?!”

The Decepticons looked back at the cage to see Carly hunched over as Chip and the other scientists gathered around her. Carly was groaning in pain and panting hard as she looked back down her lower body, shock and worry crossed her face as she took in what lay under her.

“EWWWW!” Frenzy scrambled away from the cage with open disgust, Starscream looked just as disgusted. “I knew you humans leaked a lot but not that much all at once! Gross!”

Ignoring the Minicon, Carly looked at Chip with a small, panicked look that equaled his.

“Looks like Daniel couldn’t wait anymore.”

“NOW?! You’ve got to be joking!”

“Wish I was.”

This time, Thundercracker took in all he saw at that moment and sorted out all the clues he observed up to this point and compared them with all the medical dramas he had watched.

Gained weight in under 10 months… protecting her belly when the attack first happened… the protective nature of the other humans and Spike’s behavior in battle… moments of pain flashing across her face while as a hostage… and now a spontaneous leak of large amounts of water and other proteins coming from under her……

Tick, tick, tick, tick… DING!

Red optics widened in horror and his face plate got more pale as realization hit the blue jet.

The giant robot scrambled to get in front of the cage and crouched down to look at the humans, startling Starscream and shoving a surprised and indignant Frenzy away from the cage.

“OH PIT! Oh no, please tell me you are not having what I think you are having right now!”

Frightened, but still protective of the expecting mother, the other humans stood in front of the panting Carly at the Decepticon’s sudden movements. Carly was able to look up while holding the hand of one female scientist, who tried to comfort her from the pain. She looked into Thundrcracker’s panicked red optics she once was afraid of when she first met the Decepitcons. Yet now she couldn’t help but chuckle under panting breaths at his statement. She looked back up at him with a pained smile.

“If you think I’m having, pant, pant, what you think I’m having, then yes, pant, pant, I am and he’s not very patient. Ahh!”

Thundercracker immediately stood right back up with his servos on his helm to the astonishment of his Trine leader and Minicon. “Oh slag! Tell me you have a protocol for this scenario!”

“We do actually, pant, pant, I have a codeword for it, but I need to tell, pant, pant, Spike and Ratchet.”

“Frenzy!” the blue jet turned sharply to the startled Minicon. “Can you drop the comm scrambler and contact the Autobot medic?”

“T.C you crazy! Soundwave gave the order not to do that, and anyway I ain’t doing slag for you or the squishies!”

“Thundercracker, have you lost your processor?!” Starscream finally spoke, tapping his temple. “If Megatron finds out you want to help the humans it’ll be my aft on the line!”

Thunderscracker stood still for a moment then turned back to Frenzy again with a determined look.

“Give me your megaphone.”

“Wh-my megaphone? I said already I ain’t doing sl--eep!” Any protest stopped when a large dark servo grabbed the Minicon and brought him up to face the blue jet’s red optics glaring at him.

“Remember that nature program you got curious about once and got traumatized by it?” Thundercracker pointed down at the cage where Carly let out another painful moan. “Well, that same thing is happening and it's live and in person. Want a refresher?”

Frenzy’s red visor dimmed instantly, went into his subspace, and handed over the megaphone without hesitation.

“Thank you,” said Thundercracker as he grabbed the megaphone and dropped it to Chip, who caught it, while also dropping Frenzy without setting him down. Frenzy’s hard landing and swearing afterwards would have caused some laughs if anyone was paying attention.

“Here, Carly,” Chip said as he handed the megaphone to Carly after turning it on.

“Thanks,” Carly was panting more as she tried to stabilize her hands while holding the megaphone. Before saying anything she suddenly had a blank look on her face. “Oh, no.”

“What ‘oh, no’?” Chip gave her a look.

Carly had the effort to look at him, embarrassed. “I forgot the codeword.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!”

“Well, my brain is a little preoccupied at the moment! Ahh!” She curled at a contraction.

“Right, sorry, sorry.”

“Don’t you know the codeword?!” cried out Thundercracker.

“I wasn’t exactly a part of the planning process!” The glasses-wearing man, nearly falling out of his wheelchair, barked back.

“Try any related words and maybe it’ll come to you,” suggested the female scientist attending Carly.

“Right,” groaned Carly as she brought up the megaphone to her mouth and shouted.

“SPIKE! PINEAPPLES!... ineapples… apples… ples…”

The amplified word echoed across the battlefield, shocking all the combatants to a brief standstill and they looked up at its source with great confusion.

Rumble looked back down at the equally confused battle-suited human under his ped, who was on his back and held said ped ready to twist it off.

“Pineapples?” part of the Minicon’s visor rose up.

“She gets cravings?” Spike replied back with a shrug then twisted the foot-ped hard, causing the purple Minicon to fall on his aft. Spike was able to get up only for Rumble to grab his armored boot making him fall and they grappled with each other again.

“Pomegranates? Grapefruits! Nectarines?!”

“What sort of nonsense is that fleshling doing, Prime?! Not exactly a good distraction, such poor weak-minded things,” snarled Megatron as he resumed his attack on the Autobot leader with a blast from his laser gun. The Prime neatly dodged the beam then using a snag log he grabbed from the ground, swung it at the tyrant with great accuracy, knocking the con to his back.

“Why don’t you lay off her, buckethead,” snapped Jazz nearby, as he did a sweeping low kick to Soundwave’s feet then leapt onto the radio con’s back to punch him. “She’s been having to go through a lot lately, including your dumb raid. She’s probably hungry and ordering a fruit cocktail, non-alcoholic of course.”

Optimus took a moment to look worriedly at Astrotrain’s open cargo where the hostages were being held, trying to understand what was happening and sadly not even the matrix of leadership could answer for him.

“Carly…”

Meanwhile, frustrated at herself, Carly tapped her forehead with her fist, ignoring Chip’s concern and the female scientist’s admonishment at the action.

“Oh, come on, think!” she then gasps at recognition. “Ah!” Then takes the megaphone back and lets out her strongest shout.

“PEACHES! … eaches… aches… ches…”

Spike’s brown-haired head in his helmet tilted for a moment at the loud echo as he held fast against Rumble’s hold on his hands.

“Peaches?...”

At Rumble’s POV he got to witness something he wasn’t expecting to see. He never thought a human could morph their faces with so many expressions from confusion to recognition, to excitement, to absolute shock and horror. He also didn’t know human faces could change color so much in one go, like those color changing lizards he looked up once.

Spike suddenly let go of their battle hold, causing Rumble to fall flat on his faceplate to the ground, and grabbed his suit’s helmet in panic.

“PEACHES! THE BABY!” the expectant father then turned around in all directions at once then back up to the direction of his wife. “WH-WH-WHAT NOW?!”

Every Autobot, and a few Con’s that actually did research on humans, paled in realization at this announcement, immediately forgetting their fights.

“Oh,” groaned Ironhide as looked to his pale Prime while holding Ramjet in a headlock before knocking the Con out with a hard punch. “That ain’t good.”

Back with Spike, he was babbling in excitement and anxiety looking at any Autobots who were close enough to share the news. Leaving a bewildered Rumble on the ground to watch the brunette lose it and recoiled when the human male grabbed his shoulders and shook him for a second.

“You guys hear that?! Cuz I didn’t, well we were expecting it! But now, it's happening now- - I mean I imagined it in my head, but still–!”

Meanwhile, not too far away, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe paused their jet judo session with Skywarp, who was currently slammed to the ground with Sideswipe’s foot-ped on his helm. The red twin scoffed, while his gold twin just calmly stared out at Spike’s direction.

“Seriously!? We’ve been waiting nine months for Danny to pop out and she picks now for him to come out?!” He pressed his ped harder onto the purple jet’s helm, who groaned with anger, and cupped his servos by his mouth plates to shout back.

“Hey, Carly! We’re kind of busy in the middle of saving you! CAN YOU TRY TO HOLD IT IN?!”

The red Lamborghini flinched back in surprise as every human, Autobot, and the few in-the-know Con’s on the field glared at his direction in angered annoyance. Even Sunstreaker groaned and facepalmed at his brother’s idiocy.

All the Autobots and humans back at the ARK, monitoring the battle, had zero empathy for Sideswipe as they shook their helms and heads in exasperation.

“Hmph,” scoffed Gears with a rare smirk as he looked at the monitor watching the red twin. “Not even I’m dumb enough to complain about that.”

We turn our attention back to a scowling Carly; her eyebrow twitched with irritation and brought the megaphone back up.

“CAN SOMEBODY SLAP HIM FOR ME?!”

Close by mechs, even the downed Skywarp raised their servos at the ready at the confused Sideswipe, but his own brother beat them to it. Sneaking in behind him, Sunstreaker slapped the back of his red-coated brother’s helm hard enough to send him to the ground like they did with Skywarp. The mentioned purple jet turned his helm from the dirt enough to laugh mockingly at him. Sunstreaker looked down with an accomplished smirk as he dusted his servos.

“Done and done.”

“GET OUT OF THE FRAGGING WAY!”

All eyes and optics looked toward the voice of an enraged Ratchet as he sprinted across the battlefield toward Optimus, never looking away from the area where his human charges were held. Every Bot and Con quickly moved away to make a wide pathway for the white and red medic CMO.

“Prime! I need to get up there! Give me a boost!”

Optimus punted a protesting Megatron away and down the hill they were fighting on and got into a ready stance. With bent legs and his arms stretched out with both servos cupped to each other facing his CMO. He made doubly sure he was aiming in the right direction.

“Alley Oop!”

Ratchet leapt up and landed a ped on the Prime’s cupped servos and, with all the strength of the Primes, was tossed up toward Astrotrain’s cargo hold in a clean arch. Upon landing, he ignored the surrounding Decepticons and made his way toward the cage, his optics never leaving the painful panting Carly.

“How far along are your contractions?”

“They’re not that close, I’m just feeling lots of pain in bursts,” Carly was able to get out.

“Well, we still need to get you to the nearest hospital, I have the proper equipment and materials set up just for this ‘til we get there.”

“Let me come along,” requested the female scientist, while helping Carly stand up. “I’m a volunteer EMT, I can help with her along the way.”

“Perfect,” Ratchet then shot a glare at Frenzy, who flinched back. “You! Call off your comm scrambler, I need to contact Skyfire for emergency transport!”

“No way! I ain’t helping the squishes no more! Gulp!” the protesting Minicon shrank down at the furious glare from Ratchet.

“LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

“I’ll take you!”

Everyone on board turned in shock to Thundercracker, who himself was surprised at his offer. Still, he steeled himself to amend the offer realistically.

“I mean, not all the way but I can at least take you out of range of the scrambler to call Skyfire and I won’t go supersonic.”

“Now just wait a minute!” Starscream shrieked out, his shock faded, with his null ray pointing at the medic and glaring at his blue trine mate. “You have lost your marbles, Thundercracker! We are in the middle of a - -”

“Ahh!” a pained cry from Carly stopped his rant enough for Thundercracker to move between the medic and the null ray.

“Ahem! Excuse me!” Astrotrain finally lets out a shout after remaining silent for all this time. “I don’t want any disgusting fluids or anything else from the organics on me! Get them off me before I hurl up my fuel tank and knock you all off!”

“I’ll take full responsibility for this, Starscream, please let me do this.”

For a few moments no one spoke, only Carly pants echoed in the cargo hold during the standoff.

Finally, with a hard ex-vent Starscream powered down and lowered his null-ray and crossed his arms to sneer at Thundercracker.

“Fine. But only the two females can go with the medic.” He jabbed a metal digit to Thundercrackers cockpit chest. “Since you stated that you’ll take responsibility, you can do as you like. Just don’t expect my forgiveness anytime soon, much less from Megatron.”

“Understood.”

Starscream huffed and snubbed his nasal away from the transformations of both Thundercracker and Ratchet. The medic opened up his doors to reveal a gurney for Carly to climb on with help from the female scientist after a grumbling Frenzy opened the cage to let them out. Once both were strapped in and his door locked, Ratchet moved in place for Thundercracker to hover down and use his cargo straps to securely carry the ambulance up into the sky.

Meanwhile, fed up with Spike’s excited chatter, Rumble flipped up into a battle-ready stance. “Ok, enough already! Let’s get back to me ground-pounding ya!”

At this Spike paused to blankly look back at the Minicon for a moment. He then noticed Thundercracker flying up with Ratchet underneath him and understood what was happening. Spike then smiled big and ran up to the surprised Rumble and gave him a huge hug, locking his armored gloves around him.

“Isn't it exciting Rumble! I’m going to be a dad, or a ‘Sire’ in Cybertronian terms!”

Rumble stopped his struggles to regard the male human with an addled smile. “Congratulations?” His smile then turned feral. “Now hold still so I can squash your skull!”

Spike just gave him another happy smile back. “How about a raincheck on that?”

“Huh?!”

Click, whoosh!

Rumble jerked when the battle suit suddenly opened in the back and Spike crawled out and stood on its shoulders over them. Rumble’s jaw dropped as Spike, in his skintight bodysuit, put his hands on his hips and waited.

“SPIKE!”

Both beings looked up at the voice of Tracks as he flew towards them in his flying Chevy Corvette Stingray alt-mode, his passenger door open with the seat hanging out.

“HOP ON!”

Spike turned back to an enraged Rumble, who struggled with the battle suit upon realizing it had locked him in its embrace. The brunette gave a smirk and a small salute at the struggling Minicon.

“Later Rumble!”

He then timed his hop off the suit’s shoulders and sat in the passing chair, its seat belts held him in. Tracks brought in the chair and locked his doors in place as he turned up and away from the area and flew up to follow Thundercracker and Ratchet.

“HEY!” shouted Rumble as he tried to raise his arms out of the battle suit’s hold. “GET BACK HERE YA TURD, I AIN’T FINISHED WITH- -”

He stopped his shout at the sound of beeping in front of him, he looked toward the infernal suit and deadpanned.

There on the plexiglass helmet face was a light screen display of a countdown.

3… 2… 1… then an emoji of the eccentric engineer, Wheeljack, smiling with his mask and flashing headlights and his servo in a peace sign popped up. Along with a moving text saying, “Boom!”

“Sigh, I hate that guy.”

The resulting explosion gave Optimus enough motivation to leave, after watching the blue jet fly off with his medic and Tracks following in his wake. Having relieved Megatron of his cannon, more like ripping it off his arm, he broke it in half and used the pieces to slam them at Megatron to knock him down again.

“AUTOBOTS! RESCUE COMPLETED! FALL BACK!”

Immediately, the Autobots started their retreat, some laying smokescreens, and transforming away from the battlefield. Sunstreaker was able to pick up his brother enough for them to also make a hasty retreat, all the while Sideswipe angrily grumbling at his gold-coated twin.

Back up on Astrotrain, Frenzy watched their retreat with confusion and his own addled smile.

“Wait, they're leaving?! But we've still got hostages! HEY! WHERE’D THEY GO?!”

Frenzy and Starscream looked to the cage, an empty cage, and then looked around frantically for the humans.

“What hostages?” a cultured voice fluttered at them from the cargo holds entrance.

The two Decepticons sharply turned to the voice.

There was a smiling Mirage, holding a human friendly carrying container with all their human hostages safely secured in their seats, even Chip’s wheelchair.

As the humans said their own mocking goodbyes to the shocked Con’s, Mirage gave a little wave with one last light smirk.

“Bye-bye.”

He then jumped back into the air and he and all the humans vanished under his invisible cloak. A small green UFO quickly flew by and took off from the area.

After a few brief tense moments, Starscream gave another hard ex-vent then proceeded to walk to one side of the cargo hold and sat crossed legged on the metal floor with folded arms.

“As I said, ‘a colossal waste of time from complete idiocy’.”

Down on the ground, an angry and confused Megatron took in at the sight of the battle’s aftermath. His gun broken at his peds, his soldiers scattered about in various forms of damage, and empty of all Autobot presence, and no way to complete the main objective of his raid.

“What the slag just happened?”

Soundwave just ex-vented painfully where he laid.

An absolute failure… again.

The next day a global broadcast announced the birth of Daniel Orion Witwicky to the first human friends of the Autobots. The following week held a press conference with the new father, along with the Autobot CMO and human doctor to reassure the world of the mother and her baby's complete health. Another live broadcast later showed the Prime giving his blessing to their new human friend as an honorary Autobot, just like his parents. The whole of Earth rang with joy and celebration at this and the news of Carly’s new energy device now in the works, with extra security courtesy of Red Alert.

One month later…

Thundercracker walked back to his dorm room from the brig as he rotated his shoulder to dull the throb of pain from the beatdown he had gotten from Megatron one month prior. It wasn’t a pretty sight, and even with his trine mates watching still didn’t sit well with him. Starscream had told him, earning their forgiveness was going to take a very long time. When he was finally released from the brig, he ignored all the sneering looks and quiet jeers from his fellow Decepticons and avoided crossing his leader with great caution.

Yet, thinking back to the reason for his insubordination, he had little regrets.

Especially seeing Carly’s grateful look at him when Skyfire closed his doors and flew off to the hospital.

When Thundercracker reached his room doors, he ex-vented expecting his room in shambles from the others as their own form of punishment to him. Surprisingly, upon entering it still looked pristine with little dust layers. After a time of dusting, he noticed a package on his berth. Going up to it he saw a notepad in Vosian on its screen.

‘A certain spybot handed this to me before I could blast him. Don’t think I’m doing you any favors.’

Flickering his red optics, he then opened the package and gasped at its contents. A wrapped portrait of two human adults softly smiling while holding their brown haired blank looking month old baby.

Spike, Carly, and Daniel were written on the picture frame.

Thundercracker looked at it with confusion then saw in the package box was a rock, cut open to reveal glittering crystals within it, the crystals looked to have the same shade as his own body color, and an envelope.

Picking up the envelope, he opened it carefully and read the contents of the human’s English.

‘To Thundercracker,

I never imagined writing this to a Decepticon, but we all feel we must say this to you. “Thank you”, for what you did that day. Thank you for helping Carly get the help she needed and protecting her to your best abilities despite your station. We haven’t told the press of your involvement and Prime has ordered no one mentions it to anyone either.

I know our current circumstances are not the best, it’s worse and more complicated to a degree. I don’t know what will happen in the future or how you’ll view us then. You have your own ideal’s that I know you won’t change regarding your war and your cause; I don’t expect you to. We humans don’t have the long lifespans Cybertronians have and maybe you’ll outlive Daniel and feel that what you did for us wasn’t worth it to you. But please know this, for as long as we live and for what Daniel will feel when we eventually tell him, we will be eternally grateful to you.

Don’t think too hard on these words, and maybe you’ll disregard them all together, but we still want to express our gratitude to you anyway. You can do with the picture how you wish it, keep it or destroy it but our feelings with it won’t change. As I mentioned, we don’t live long and even the picture might disintegrate with time, but the geode in the box is our gift to you. It will last much longer than the picture, and if anyone asks, just say you got as a souvenir from “conquering” Earth.

Again, Thundercracker, I don’t know what the future holds for all of us, but from this small insignificant human being, thank you for saving my wife and child. May God and Primus bless you.

Sincerely,

Samuel James ‘Spike’ Witwicky of Earth

��Til all are one.’

For a long time, there was no movement and no sound other than the occasional groans of the ship's hull echoed in the room.

Static intakes finally sounded and the servos holding the picture and letter shook. Putting down the letter, Thundercracker crushed the picture and then walked to his personal incinerator and threw it in. He’d rather not have any hard evidence for anyone to blackmail him about it; he took a memory file of it anyway. He then walked back to the package and took out the geode to examine it.

The human must have gone to great lengths to find the right crystal color.

After throwing away the package box in the incinerator, and hiding the letter securely, Thundercracker climbed up to his berth to lay on it with a conflicted expression. He brought his arm across his face, occasionally his intake staccatoed in the room space.

He won’t change his ideals, he agreed.

He believed in a better Cybertron.

He believed in the Decepticon cause for order and unity.

… but his fellow Con’s, Megatron… he felt that they had lost their way.

Thundercracker moved his arm away and turned his helm to the geode displayed on his work desk, its crystals catching the faint light of his optics and glittered slightly.

The faces of the small human family momentarily flashed in his processor, and he smiled softly.

Well, small miracles are better motivators than others.

What the future holds ahead, held little stance to the blue jet. He’ll just go along with what he believes is best for himself and his ideals.

With one last intake, Thundercracker fell into recharge, and waited for a new day for his recovery and new orders.