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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is a continuation of the primary storyline in Market Comodity http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600045741 But basic gist is that both the Autobots and Decepticons have struck up business deals to sell human-sized clones on the open market...

**If you want SMUT/SLASH fast forward to chapter three and/or the 'Feral Spark' chapters. The same goes for if you've thought of smexy 'one shots' for un-owned clones. We now have a place for those!

**Mentors part 15 (final chapter)**

**End of Common Era**

**Written by StSE, universe G1**

“Hmmm, well Beachcomber is coming with us on this little off-road adventure. We’re going to test those ECE’s you helped create. You want to come along and test with us in the field – or stay at camp?” Daniel asked as he accepted another drink from his quite Mirage clone.

“I don’t know if I could keep up with you ex-military hunks. I’ll just stay at the campsite,” she said. She gave Shado a nod and a smile as he asked her if she needed a refill.

Daniel smacked her on her shoulder. “God, my sister the half-marathon runner THINKS she can’t keep up with us?!? Ya right!” he snorted. “You could probably outdistance us in a heart beat!”

“But you guys carry heavy packs, I don’t. I’m just the ‘camping cook’ anyways. It’ll give me time to study the recent batch of diagnostic data on that malicious program.” She smirked at him as she took her refilled glass.

“We’ll split your load in between the cockpits of the flyers, no biggie. You’ll love the hiking - It’ll be beautiful!” He held up his glass as if offering a toast. “And we’ll be back in time for your Perceptor appointment as well. You could probably just get Beachcomber to take you back to his headquarters to meet him. Save you a trip.”

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“I know I’m not built for comfort, but if you want to ride with me for while – I’d enjoy the company,” Beachcomber told her. He smiled down at her as he transformed in the middle of the truck stop’s parking lot. He’d been following along behind the group of humans since they met up in Massachusetts. And now they were cutting across Northern Illinois, almost to Iowa. Periodically, one or two of the flyer clones would decide they wanted a rest and land in his seats. Beachcomber didn’t mind, they were quite amusing and kept him company.

Sharon looked up at him. They only had two or three more hours before they hit their stop for the night. So perhaps she could handle riding in the rough riding dune buggy for a spell. She glanced over at her brother and the other ex-military men and waved them to go on in their Hummers. She’d ride with Beachcomber. Climbing in, she couldn’t help but laugh as she heard Speed arguing with Daniel again.

“Little guy wants to feeeeell the pavement,” the Autobot geologist noted.

Speed got his way of course, and Jester and Jag decided to accompany him as they followed along behind Daniel’s Hummer. Only Shado remained riding with the humans. And he’d chosen to ride with the ex-marines in the other H3.

“Yes they do,” Sharon agreed as she settled herself in his passenger seat. She silently thanked God that it was the dead of summer right now as the wind whipped her hair. Looking above them, she saw her four flyers following them from above in perfect formation. “And they love to fly as well.”

She heard the Autobot sigh, knowing his sensors showed him the four flyers. “You know, I wish one day I could see the mechs these guys were cloned from – living as peacefully as they do,” his deep voice held sadness to it as he spoke.

Sharon cocked her head as an idea struck her. Beachcomber was a scientist. Granted, a geologist – but perhaps he could possibly answer just one of her many questions? She shrugged to herself. Even if he couldn’t, he was such a laid back mech – he wouldn’t get angry over her asking him. “Yes, guess Autobots and Decepticons don’t generally pair up as couples together – do they?” she asked. It seemed to be a good intro for getting the laid-back mech talk openly about mech interfacing. Although for some reason she had the urge to offer this mech a joint. Not that she smoked weed anymore – he just seemed like the personality that did so. Shaking her head slightly, she forced those thoughts from her mind.

“Sadly, no. Decepticons are just so much more aggressive than we are. It’s a pity,” he replied. A shrug could almost be felt.

“But besides the personality conflicts, you are compatible in that way – correct?” Sharon asked.

“Yes, we are all basically built the same. Even our sparks come from the same source,” he agreed.

Sharon nestled deeper into his passenger seat. She had got him talking about the subject she wanted. “You know, I never quite understood what your sparks actually are.”

Beachcomber contemplated for a second. Mechs generally didn’t explain the whole concept about what made them ‘alive’ to other species. But this woman was the expert in their miniclones. Heck, she was even married to one of them. Which, in his opinion, was the human version of ‘bonded’… So why not tell her? “It’s kind’ve a swirl of energy you see… But it doesn’t power our systems.. It just makes us who we are..”

“Fascinating, so you develop these sparks as you function?” If this was the case, then Starscream had blatantly lied to her. Her clones’ energy adaptations were no side-effect at all!

“Well no, Vector Sigma sparks us,” Beachcomber explained.

“Can they develop without this Vector Sigma?” she asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“Would you look at something and tell me what you think?” she asked as she motioned TC to come down.

“Sure, be my pleasure,” Beachcomber replied.

TC transformed and landed perfectly in the mech’s driver’s seat. “Yes love?” he asked, using her nickname for him with a grin. He knew it made most of these mechs uncomfortable that he was married to a human – which was funnier than heck to him.

“Open your core access panel, would you?” Sharon asked.

With a shrug, TC opened it. The red pulsating glow within easily viewed by the Autobot with his internal visual sensors. Suddenly, he slammed on the breaks. “Get out,” he told them. The Hummers in front of them noticed his stopping. Thinking something was wrong, they also stopped and some of the men stepped out and walked towards them.

Just as Sharon and TC stepped out, Beachcomber transformed and curled his fingers around the clone. He brought him up to his optics, staring in total disbelief. “H – How many of these clones have this?” he stammered.

Sharon shrugged as all the clones transformed and stood next to her. “Well, all of them here do – and we estimate about five percent of the total clone population have it. But when I asked Starscream, he just blew it off as a byproduct of human and Cybertronian technologies combining.”

Beachcomber set TC down and gently picked up the Prowl clone, nodding for him to open his core access panel as well. “Starscream knew exactly what this is. And he knew damned well NOT to tell any other mechs about this!” Beachcomber set Jag down and turned his blue optics to Sharon. “Why didn’t you ask Perceptor or Wheeljack?” he asked.

“Every time I thought to – they were unavailable. So what is it?” Sharon asked as she curled her fingers around TC’s.

Beachcomber sat down heavily. “It’s sparks. Wild sparks. I don’t know HOW they developed them, but that’s not the issue. THESE sparked clones are considered sentient under Cybertronian law now. They can’t be ‘owned’ if they have sparks. Can’t be mere property…” He more than understood the ramifications. Humans would not willingly give up the clones, and many mechs wouldn’t accept them. He didn’t know what would happen.

“So we’re really alive?!” TC asked him.

“Yes,” Beachcomber replied with a nod.

TC gnawed on his lip for a second, just as every clone was as they looked at each other in total wonder. But then a smile lit up his face. “So under Cybertronian law – I’ve got the same rights as you?” he asked the Autobot.

“Well, I believe so.”

The blue Seeker clone pulled Sharon tightly against his armor. “Can we legally get married on Cybertron then?” he asked hopefully.

Beachcomber’s mouth fell open in total shock. But then he realized something. These clones around him were all used to being treated as equals by this family of humans. They didn’t seem to consider themselves mere property. “Well, we call it ‘bonding’ – and well, I’m not sure.” He glanced at the other clones that were staring at each other in amazement. “Do any of you still consider yourselves property?” he asked.

Speed marched up to him, jutting his chin out, the Dragstrip clone shook his head. “We’re family. They told us that a long time ago. They’re not our masters – they’re our family,” he stated with pride.

“And we love them,” Blue added as he came up to Sharon’s other side. “Even if you Autobots say they can’t own us – I’ll stay with Sharon. She’s my family. They’re all my family.”

The rest of the clones nodded their agreement, surrounding Sharon and Daniel as they looked up at Beachcomber.

“You guys won’t try to take us away will you?” Jag asked, somewhat afraid that it would be like a Department of Human Services case. Where the Cybertronians would rip them away from their families – claiming it was for their own good.

Beachcomber sighed; he didn’t know what would happen. But if the clones truly loved their respective humans – he knew the Autobots wouldn’t do that. “I doubt it, unless the clones that have sparks WANT to leave their humans.”

“Can we legally marry each other then?” Blue asked, his blue optics lighting up.

“Like I said, we call it ‘bonding’ – but yes, I think if you have sparks – then two clones can be recognized as bond mates,” Beachcomber replied.

Suddenly, the Starscream clone yelped in happiness. Darting over, he slid on his knee armor in front of the Prowl clone. “Will you marry, uh, bond with me?!?” he asked. All he knew was the human way of asking for a mate’s hand. But it just felt right. He did love Jag, and now that he KNEW they were both considered sentient – he wanted to bond with him.

Thought not as flamboyant as Scream, Blue also knelt in front of the clone he’d been dating. His optics shimmering with happy tears as he openly proclaimed his own love for Shado. “I know the ceremony’s delayed, but when all this is over…” he stood up and they kissed with passion.

“Holy shit! Now this I didn’t expect!” Daniel exclaimed. He noticed Silver and Jester both looked a little downcast. For the clones they loved – were bonded to humans. “Well sis, what do you think? Can Speed and TC both have two ‘wives’?” he asked with a wink.

Sharon shrugged; she knew TC was very attached to Jester now. Even though she still came first... “Well, I guess we can consider them somehow a new mech species – so perhaps they can have multiple mates?”

This made both Silver and Jester beam in happiness. They slid in on the other side of their chosen clone partners and wrapped an arm around their waist. More than willing to ‘share’ them with their humans…

Energon tears filled Beachcomber’s optics as he saw Decepticon and Autobot descendants taking each other as mates. Yes, they were their descendants. For somehow a miracle seemed to have happened! And new life had been created through a simple business decision.

“Are you ok big guy?” Sharon asked as she patted his leg armor.

He wiped away the energon. “It’s like seeing a dream come true for me. Bot and con – living in total harmony.” He smiled as the two Seeker clones zoomed up and landed on his shoulder armor. Meeting those brilliant red optics, he sighed, truly a dream come true..

“So, what are we going to do now? Is the trip canceled?” Drew asked as he watched the touching show.

Beachcomber shook his head. He wanted to enjoy the company of these peaceful little mechs. Didn’t want to ruin it with the controversy that he knew was soon to come. “It won’t hurt to keep this a secret for a few more days. We’ll go the Autobot City after this little trip is over and tell them then.”

Sharon smiled, knowing why he wanted to delay. “Well, I guess then we might as well move out,” she stated, nodding for Beachcomber to transform so that she could climb back in.

But just as he did so, Travis came running back from the lead Hummer. “My god! She’s blown! She’s fucking blown!!” The tough retired Marine was shaking.

Daniel grabbed his shoulders. “What do you mean!?!” he demanded to know.

“It’s… It’s on all the radio stations! Yellowstone is erupting!” Travis stammered in disbelief.

“My god! All those people!” Sharon felt like she was getting sick.

“The rest of our team.. Was going to meet us..” Darren whispered as he leaned heavily against the Hummer, his eyes filling up with tears.

Daniel gave him a consoling pat, his eyes solemn. “They were already camped out. There’s no way they made it.”

Travis smashed his fist down on the hood. “Damn, why weren’t we given any warning!!”

The Autobot transformed and knelt down. “We’ve known Yellowstone was sixty thousand years overdue. Everyone knew…” he said softly.

Daniel locked his hands into fists. “Ok men, we know this is bad. We’ll have to grieve later – ok. Beachcomber, you’re a geologist – what can we expect now?” His voice had changed back into his old military tone. When he led teams of Seals into the heart of danger, without even flinching… Silently, he counted up the supplies they had in the three Hummers..

“We’ve got just 30 hours before the ash cloud reaches us.” Beachcomber checked the USGS reports, a frown deepening on his face. The explosion was massive. They would be able to feel the S-waves it generated soon. This was the worse-case scenario for the eruption. “Pretty soon, we’ll feel the tremors. Once the ash is blown over our location, we can expect up to 20 feet. Satellite signals will not be able to pass through it – until it settles.” He glanced down at the flyer clones. “The ash will knock out any jet engines that suck it in, bringing down any planes that try to fly through it. So the FAA should be sending out a signal for all passenger liners to abort flights and land at nearest airports.”

“Ok, ok. We’ll get the rest of your report as we drive. Obviously, we need to find cover, and soon,” Daniel barked in his old military fashion. He swelled up like the Commander he once was. He looked around at his gathered team. Most were like him, having chosen military service over having families. They were all in their late forties, but fit. They did have the ECE’s they were planning to test. “Ok men, we’re facing something bigger than we ever have. If you have family to try to get to – I’ll understand. You can take one of the Hummers and leave. But we have the suites, supplies, and our mechs here. We find cover, and sit tight until the ash settles and Beachcomber here tells us it’s safe to come out.”

He held his hand out, and one-by-one the members of the group put their hands on top. Not a man nor mech backed down. They knew they were facing a natural disaster to top any disaster ever faced by modern man. But if anyone could survive – they could!

“Ok then, we go back east as fast as we can then,” Daniel decided.

“It would be wise to fill up all the tanks with water and buy more. It will be contaminated for a long period,” Darren said, his dark eyes gleaming against the gray of his hair.

Sharon thanked the heavens that Speed had decided to modify these Hummers just to prove that he could. They now functioned with the same battery systems as the military clones. She just hoped they never blew up like the clones sometimes did. “So, how long will this ash block the sun?” she asked Beachcomber.

“It’ll disperse and begin to settle in a year or more. But the sulfur dioxide could stay up there for ten to twenty years, reflecting the solar energy as well as some of the satellite signals,” he replied, his tone deadly serious.

“So we’re looking at a dark age and millions of deaths, maybe billions?” she asked, her eyes full of tears.

He nodded, “This is the very thing that caused your species to almost die out once before.” Just then, he received an urgent message from Autobot headquarters. The mechs were evacuating the planet before the atmosphere became unflyable. They were collecting as many humans as they could. But all mechs were told to leave now, or be stranded. The Autobot geologist looked down at his human friends and the new species of mini clones that he himself had helped to create. He couldn’t leave them. He would face this disaster with them. “The Autobots are evacuating,” he informed the group.

“Go with them Beachcomber,” Sharon told him. She looked up at him, the gray streaks in her dark hair glinting in the sunlight. “Tell them to take the younger humans. Carry a breeding population with them to help repopulate Earth when the dust settles. And just in case… We don’t make it as a species..” she said with a barely contained sob.

“She’s right; we’re too old to reproduce. We’ll just try and survive this. Maybe help the younger people survive,” Daniel said. Then he looked at the clones. “And help the new mech species survive. You go.. Go and be with your friends..”

Beachcomber shook his head; activating his radio link he contacted Autobot City. "Beachcomber here. I’m staying," he stated.

" Beachcomber – get your aft to the shuttle pads, that’s an order!" Ultra Magnus’s voice ordered.

" I’m resigning my position Ultra Magnus. I’m a geologist. These people need me. The clones need me," he replied.

"Beachcomber – you could off line! And bring the humans that you’re with to us, we’ll take as many as we can. But leave the clones," the Autobot commander replied.

Beachcomber sighed as he looked down into those bright blue and brilliant crimson optics staring up at him. They understood that no one thought they were alive yet. No one but himself and the humans that they were with… The signal was beginning to get disrupted as the ash cloud spread. "I’m staying. Dr Trakersly is with me. She says to only take breeding able humans with you. Do not take older humans. And Magnus – some of the clones have sparks. Do you hear me – they are SENTIENT!!!”

All he received in reply was static. The radio signals now being interfered with.. And cell phone towers and the satellites were overwhelmed. They couldn’t communicate with the outside world now. He just hoped Ultra Magnus had heard him concerning the clones. He felt hands on his legs, looking down; he realized that all the clones had surrounded him.

“You are family now Beachcomber,” Scream told him as he zoomed up and kissed Beachcomber’s blue cheek.

Energon tears filled the mech’s optics as he was soon covered by clones hugging him. “Thanks man thanks a lot,” he said. Truly, he would do whatever it took to keep these peaceful mini mechs safe!

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