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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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**New Era Part 8**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Fuck you Rumble, you couldn’t kick my aft even if you had Frenzy helping you!” Scream snorted as he stomped by. He had better things to do than go around kicking mech’s tail pipes, even if they really needed it. Better things to do – like plan the mission to find more supplies.

Rumble marched along behind the Seeker and the crowd of clones. “Ya’re weak! Pathetic! Ya ‘fraid that ‘ol Rumble’s gonna show all ya little freagin’ buddies here that ya ain’t no leader cus ya can’t fight!” he taunted. Suddenly, he was up in the air with a hand on his neck. He wrapped his hands around the strong hand that held him up, kicking his legs uselessly.

Red optics met his. The narrowed optics of Storm… “Just shut up Rumble, no one’s got time for your bullshit,” the hybrid Vortex/Onslaught clone snarled.

“Ya, let ya buddies do ya work for ya huh Scream? ‘Cus ya a freagin’ wimpy aft clone!” Rumble yelled, even as he struggled against Storm’s strong grip.

“Let the freager down,” Scream’s voice said. “We’re gonna finish this now! I win, you NEVER talk back again – you got that?! You sniveling piece of Cybertronian slag!” he growled as he met Rumble’s optics.

Rumble’s aft hit the concrete with a loud clang as Storm threw him down. The clones made a circle around them. Getting up, he glared at the modified Starscream clone. “And what if I win, you little slagger?! Huh?! I get to lead!” he retorted.

“In your fucking dreams dirt eater, we follow clones trained to lead. Not ones that can merely fight,” TC snorted. All the clones in the circle nodded their agreement.

“All you’ll get is bragging rights, plain and simple,” Charge added. He nodded to the rest of them, several ‘ahems’ could be heard.

“But this loser ain’t gonna win,” Speed snickered. He gave Rumble a ‘bird’ as he said that.

Rumble lunged at him, as if he was going to add the obnoxious Drag Strip clone to his list of clones to fight. Suddenly, he felt himself flying through the air. Landing in a heap at Clipper’s feet. “What in the frag?! Ya gonna pay for that ya sneaky bastard!” he snarled at Scream as he leapt back to his feet and charged at him.

Scream snickered as the mech came at him. “What? Can’t little Rumble keep his optics on the clone he’s supposed to be fighting?” he taunted. Waiting until Rumble almost had his hands on him, he quickly sidestepped, kicked a thruster out, and pushed the mech’s shoulder. Rumble went flying head-over-heels, landing in a heap at Blue’s feet this time.

“I don’t think he can even keep himself on his feet, much less actually fight,” Jester quipped. The Sideswipe clone was loving all of the dirty tricks Scream was using on the Decepticon. After all, he was the one who’d taught them to the Seeker in the first place.

“Shut up ya piece of slag!” Rumble snarled. He leapt across the space between himself and Scream, trying to land a punch. But this time, he stopped fast enough that the Seeker couldn’t throw him again. Suddenly, he was spinning, landing a good kick on the Seeker’s wing.

Scream grunted and fell back slightly, squaring up for another round. “Give you that one,” he smirked. Retracting his wings into his back armor, he made himself a much smaller target. “But it won’t happen again.”

Rumble snagged one of his arms, starting a tight wrestling match. Since they were of equal size, strength and weight – he knew it was his best option. And spending a millennia fighting with his twin, had made him a heck of a wrestler. He pinned the Seeker on the ground and held him down by twisting his leg up against his shoulder armor. “Got ya – ya little worthless clone!” he snarled as he lifted up a fist to give him a hard punch.

“Akkkkkkk!!!!!” The Decepticon fell backwards, holding his helm and screaming in total agony. “MY HEEEAAAADDDDDD!!!… AKKKKK!!! OOOOWWWWWW!!” he fell to his knee armor, blind to everything but pain.

TC held his hand out to Scream and helped him up. “Little con forgot we had thrusters – didn’t he?” the blue Seeker snickered.

“Sure did. Hell of a thing to put against your helm isn’t it?” Scream replied with a conniving smirk.

“Five thousand degrees, ouch, that’s gotta hurt!” Silver added with a slag-eating grin.

“Guess we outta check him out,” McCoy grumbled to Doc. The Ratchet clone smacked Scream hard on his helm as they walked by.

“Ouch! What was that for?!?” the Seeker yelped as he rubbed his helm.

McCoy glanced over his white shoulder armor. “THAT was for being stupid enough to be goaded into a fight!” he barked. And that meant that the medics now had to repair a mech. Stupid, stupid, stupid! And something about mechs damaging each other for no reason just irked the medic clone for some reason…

“And here I thought that Speed was a pain-in-the-aft type of medic,” Jester quipped. His standard grin was on his face plate. He couldn’t WAIT to play a prank on that guy now! Oh, the fireworks that would ensue…

Charge put his arm around Scream’s intakes. The young Brawl/Prime clone had a rather pleased expression in his optics. “Quick and effective. And now the mech has to fall in line. Very nice,” he complimented. His mentor clone was teaching him many tactics to deal with personnel situations. Situations that hadn’t been included in his managerial software…

“Show’s over, time for work,” Jag stated as he grabbed Scream’s other hand and dragged him towards the waiting humans.

The Seeker chuckled and smiled at his future co-Commander. “Jag here will always keep a clone on schedule – no matter what!” he joked.

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“Ok, air’s clear for the next couple of hours. The flyers will take turns hauling our butts over to the next hangar, and then bringing supplies back. So we’ve got to work fast!” Daniel stated to the group. He slammed the front of his ECE helmet down and nodded at the rest of the humans to do the same.

They had decided to do this as a full dress rehearsal of the ECE’s. And it would definitely be safer, just in case they met up with any stray, infected clones! Rumble and Petri transformed and were stuffed into the pack units on different humans.

“Got the fan off?” Clipper yelled over to Beachcomber.

“Almost,” the Autobot yelled back. He gave a mighty tug on the unit just above his head. With a screech of metal, it came loose. The geologist staggering back slightly under its weight, “Got it dude.”

All the flyers transformed. This first trip, three humans and four clones either climbed on top of the jets or clung to the bottom of the helicopters. When the two that were carried in the packs of ECE’s were added, that added two more to the initial team. The three humans doing the first run were Daniel, Drew and Darren. They were fully armed, just in case of issues. The ground clones going were: Charge, Steel, Jag, Shado, and Petri. And of course, Rumble. Jester followed along using his jet pack.

“Head out boys!” Daniel ordered from his perch on top of Scream. He pulled his assault rifle out, setting it under his arm for easy access. He glanced back at his team while Scream lifted up vertically, his gold hued face mask reflecting their images.

As they left their hangar, the team was shocked by what they saw. From horizon to horizon, the land was nothing but a flat gray. The ash fall looked like dirty snow, coating everything in a thick layer. Jets that had been left on the runway had their landing gear collapse under the added weight of the ash on top of them. Now they were barely visible, just the tops of them sticking up. In the distance, a primary power line ran. The gigantic steel towers that held the lines were bent over like so many crumpled masses of metal.

Many of the structures around the FedEx depot had collapsed. Their flat roofs collecting the ash fall until they could handle no more. Only the huge hangars remained. The shape of their solid structures had allowed much of the early ashfall to just slip off. This had kept the weight on their roof area to a minimum, though it had caused the ash to collect up to twenty feet deep around them.

“Damn, looks worse than a fucking war zone,” Drew whistled over the comlink.

“Glad we chose shelter where we did,” Darren replied.

“Man, wonder how bad it is in the populated areas,” Daniel said in a voice that spoke of his angst.

“There are a lot of collapsed homes. Lots of people have already died,” Darren muttered.

“Well, we’ve faced this in the ancient past. We’ll make it through again,” Daniel said. His voice was strong, the voice of a leader who would find a way to keep his Unit alive.

They flew to the closest hangar. Jester hovered next to the building’s main exhaust fan. Taking the bolts out, he kicked it in. He scanned the interior with his radar, then with the energy scanner that the medics had installed on each of them. “Seems clear,” he reported.

“Ya, seems clear, but that doesn’t mean it is,” Daniel muttered. “Shado, go in and recon fully,” he ordered.

Clipper hovered by the gaping hole in the hangar. His rider disappeared in cloak before he leaped off. For several tense minutes they waited for his report.

“Mirage here, all clear,” the clone’s voice reported over the Comlink.

Swiftly, all the flyers darted in, dropping off their passengers and zooming back out. Rumble worked with Petri in setting up temporary lighting, as the abandoned hangar exploded into activity. Soon, the majority of the Unit was in the hangar. They sorted through shipping crates, pulling out and swiftly repacking anything of use. These they loaded onto the flyers, who ferried it back to their ‘base hangar’. The medics had stayed behind. So it was they and Beachcomber who unloaded the flyers as quickly as they could.

Four hours later, they could see the ash fall heading their way again. In less than five minutes, they were all ferried back to their base hangar. Beachcomber placed the fan unit back, with McCoy and Doc climbing up his arms, securing it and covering it with the clear plastic again. Then the entire team collapsed in a tired circle. Clones helping humans get out of their ECE’s, while other clones rubbed the flyers’ tired chassis.

“Well team, we had a good run today,” Daniel complimented.

“Our haul included six more clones still in shipping crates, over a ton of edibles, and various other items that were deemed useful,” Charge reported. He had taken a mental tally of everything they had pilfered. After all, that’s what he was initially programmed to do.

“So what models are they?” Scream asked.

Speed and Doc walked over to the crates and began to open them. McCoy went behind them and sifted the Styrofoam peanuts enough to see their helms. They identified each one to the team as they went.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves an entire construction crew,” Sharon said with a tired smile. Every single Constructacon clone was in the collection.

“It might be strategically significant to find out if these clones can combine like the mechs they were cloned from,” Storm mentioned. The Vortex/Onslaught clone’s aptitude for strategic planning was kicked into high gear at the mere possibility of having a ‘combiner team of clones’ that could merge into a clone as big and strong as Beachcomber.

“You know, I’d never even thought of that potential,” Sharon replied. She amazed herself that she’d never once considered it, as involved as she had been with the clone manufacturing. But few people and businesses could afford even one or two clones, so there hadn’t been a huge market for multiple combiner teams. Even the military hadn’t mentioned it.

“They should be able to. They’re clones of us. So should have the same capabilities,” Rumble snorted. He stood up and went over to the still-crated clones. “But these mechs are a bunch of arrogant tail pipes.”

“Arrogant or not, they’ll be useful in rebuilding the new world,” Charge replied. He slowly got up and went over. Reaching into the Hook model’s crate, he circled the unactivated clone with his arms and lifted him out. Cradling the limp Constructicon clone like a baby, he brought him over to the circle. Sitting down, he cradled him against his dull green chest.

“You’ve got a valid point. But we need more humans to mentor them. If they don’t get sparked, then they’re at risk. And quite frankly, we’re a tad overwhelmed already,” Drew noted.

Clipper considered this. It was true. The humans HAD to start the precursors. And they were already mentoring quite a few clones. “What if those of us that are already sparked, relieve our humans of their mentoring duties?” he offered.

Several clones, and humans, frowned. But it was a valid idea.

“It’s not that we don’t wish to stay at your sides. But we have to think of THEM. They deserve life just as we did,” Charge said.

Storm nodded, even as he squeezed the girl leaning against him. “The humans don’t necessarily have to even interface with them to create the precursor. Torie and I have proven this.”

“And there will be many more clones to be found. Many more clones that will have to be sparked,” Jag added.

Travis sighed; he didn’t really want to go through the mentoring thing again. But the clones were right. Without them, they had no life. “Ok, I’ll volunteer. My two partners are already sparked.”

Daniel nodded, “I’ll volunteer as well. But don’t worry Speed and Jester – you’ll still be my number ones!”

Speed grumbled under his breath. Not happy in the least to ‘share’ his Daniel with anymore clones. “As long as they’re not a freagin’ loser wimp,” he snorted. He knew it was pointless to whine much. When Daniel used that tone, his mind had been made up.

“I have room for one,” Darren added.

“As do I. Well, as long as he’s not very aggressive,” Drew added. After all, Clipper HAD been sparked by Scream just the night before.

“When we find more, I have room. But not in my bed,” Sharon offered. She smiled as TC gave her an exhausted, but happy, smile.

And so it went. The older humans taking more clones to mentor, the younger ones knowing that they would eventually also have to. It was decided that they’d wait until after they’d rested to activate the new ones. So after a plain meal of smoked salmon that they had found, the humans and their clone partners headed off to their tents.

Charge decided to remain on guard duty, keeping Beachcomber and Rumble company for the next eight hour cycle.

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The clone activated his optics, scanning around him as he stood up. “Hook, model – ASC – 110 – 4444 – IDT, activated. Owner: Travis Deals,” he stated. He glanced around the mixed group of humans and clones, waiting for his owner to identify himself.

A man of equal stature to himself stepped forward. His green eyes studying the clone with a strange intensity… Unflinching, the Hook clone returned his look. Making notes in his meta as he judged the man’s probable age and fitness level. “I am Travis,” he said. Identifying himself to the clone as his master.. But before the Hook clone could demand a designation, the man turned to a red-shouldered clone.

“So Rumble, what’s his temperament?” Travis asked.

The Decepticon snickered; he’d noticed the clone’s optics narrow slightly as the human used his name. “Ya, that’s right. I’m a real MECH, not a scumclone like you!” he insulted. But he felt a tap on his helm. Turning his head slightly, he realized that Jag was standing behind him. For a brief astrosecond, he considered insulting the prick of a second-in-command, but decided against it. “Perfectionist snob with a temper when ya realize he slagged somethin’ up,” he snorted, “We used him as our medic. For what THAT was worth!”

The Hook clone glared at the mech. Already, he didn’t like him. Mech or not, he was a stupid piece of slag. The new clone couldn’t help himself. Sticking his olfactory sensor up in the air, he glared down it at the obnoxious mech. “I pity that mech for having to dirty his hands in repairing an obsolete model such as yourself,” he shot back.

Rumble lunged at him, but fell back on his aft armor. Grunting, he tried to get back up. But the hands of Jag and Charge kept him right where he was. “Ya freagin’ rust buckets! Let me at ‘im!” he hollered.

“YOU are not to attack any clone. Understand?” Charge stated in a commanding tone.

The Decepticon crossed his arms in a huff. “Give a Brawl a Prime cranial unit and the bastard thinks he the next comin’ of Primus or somethin’,” he snorted.

“He’s needed in the sorting area,” Daniel said as he came over. He met Rumble’s optics, silently daring the young mech to refuse.

Rumble grumbled as he was slowly allowed up. Turning, he stomped off towards the group that was busily sorting their supplies.

“And you STILL don’t want me to assign him Spinner?!? Geese they’d be so perfect together!” Scream exclaimed in exasperation. He grinned as the new clone turned to him. “Hi bud, I’m Scream,” he said as he offered his hand.

The Hook clone cocked his head, his optics studying his actions. Boldly, he grasped the Seeker clone’s hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m…” he glanced at Travis with an expectant look.

“Spock,” Travis said.

“Spock,” the new clone said to Scream.

“Spock? Travis, you’ve got to be kidding!” Scream snickered.

“That is what he named me. And it is not our place to question our masters,” Spock told him. His tone indicating that he was expecting Scream to apologize to his master.

Instead, Travis chuckled and slapped the Seeker on an intake. “Well, the Spock on Star Trek always got annoyed with Captain Kirk. And he did everything to perfection,” he explained.

“That, and he had NO sense of humor!” Jester added with a wink.

Spock swelled up. “Master, do you wish for me to discipline these clones for speaking out of order to you?” he asked.

“Discipline us?!? Oh, that’s a good one!” Jester snickered. He winked at Scream, his optics full of merriment. Turning around, Jester bent over in front of the new clone. “Spank me Spock! Spank me REAL hard!” he giggled.

Travis sighed and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Spock’s arm before the clone could actually commence to giving the Sideswipe clone the spanking he was asking for. When those red optics turned to him, he shook his head. “You’ll get used to them Spock. In fact, Scream is your commanding officer during missions,” Travis told him.

“Clones do not command,” Spock stated flatly. He wished his human had not stopped him. The Sideswipe clone had already acknowledged that he needed disciplining in the form of a ‘spanking’. So why had Travis stopped him?!?

“Yes we do,” Charge replied.

Spock turned to him. His optics widening as he noticed that a Prime cranial unit was attached to a Brawl chassis. And to his optics, it hadn’t been a perfectly completed job. “What do you mean by this? And who did that pathetic repair job on you?” he demanded to know. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch the slight imperfections on the hybrid’s neck region. Imperfections that just shouldn’t have been left there by ANY self-respecting medic!

“Young clone, you’ve got so much to learn,” the red Seeker told him as he draped an arm over his bright green back armor.

The Hook clone tried to shrug off his touch. It was beneath him to be touched by another clone in this manner! “I am already fully loaded with software pertaining to all aspects of construction, design and demolition. I do NOT need to ‘learn’ anything! I am perfect!”

Scream glanced over at Jag, a swift question seemed to be silently asked and answered in the blink of an optic. He turned his optics back to the young clone, a seductive smile gracing his handsome features. Placing his hand right back on the clone’s armor, he slid his fingers forward so that he could rub the seams between the purple torso plates. “First lesson – don’t brush off the hand of your commanding officer,” he said in a low voice.

Spock fell back a few steps, looking from Travis to Scream and back again. “I am commanded by Travis,” he replied as he tried to remove Scream’s hand again. But he backed up into the Sideswipe clone. He tensed as he felt arms circle him from behind, trapping him.

“He is your clone Commander. I am just your human partner. So you do what he says, when he tells you to, how he tells you to … and.. With whom he tells you to,” Travis informed him. The man crossed his arms, giving his new clone a serious look. He glanced at Scream and the others, and upon seeing the expressions on their face plates – he realized that they intended to ‘break Spock in’ fairly quickly.

It made sense to do it quickly. They didn’t know how many more unactivated clones they would find in the coming weeks of scavenging the cargo. And ALL of the new clones had to be sparked before they moved out and chanced exposure to infected clones. Giving the gathered clones a slight nod and a wink, Travis surrounded the restrained clone with his arms. “But don’t worry Spock. You’re more than a partner to me, you’re one of my sons,” he whispered in his audio.

“Your son? But I’m a clone! You’re my master!” Spock argued. But his systems felt warm. The sensation of the man pressing against his armor.. Of Travis wanting to touch him…. He wanted his master to want him! But a son was an offspring of the man. He could be no such thing!

Travis felt the clone heating up. Heard his fans click on. Knew now from his experience with Clipper and Charge that this meant the clone’s pleasure programs were activating. Was it true that it would only take him accepting the clone as an equal partner, as a true family member – to initiate the precursor? Storm truly believed so. And since that clone had no pleasure programming, and had had no sexual relations with his young human mentor – yet had still developed a precursor – perhaps he was right! “I’m not your master Spock. You are alive. And I consider you one of my sons. One of my partners who will always stand at my side. And I yours,” he paused for a dramatic impact. In a strange sense, it was like when you brought a puppy home. You loved it the second you held it. He kissed the clone’s lips very lightly. “You will always have my love,” he promised.

Spock gasped in surprise at that light brushing of lips. The man loved him?!? Truly held that deep emotion for him, just as he was activated?!? The Hook clone couldn’t believe that he’d pleased the human that much – simply by activating! “You… You love me?!?” he stammered.

“Yes,” Travis re-affirmed. He patted the clone’s armored chest. “Now do what Scream and the others tell you to do. Let them teach you the ropes, my son.”

The red optics flashed for a split second. The Hook clone still slightly confused at everything that was so rapidly happening to him. He scanned around him. Seeing smiles blaze on Travis’s and all of the older clones’ face plates. Somehow.. Somehow.. He was continuing to please them.. He smiled back at Travis, as the man gave him one last pat and then left him with the other clones. His optics stayed locked on the back of his human partner, his human father – as the man walked away.

“That’s right Spock,” Scream said. He came up next to the clone being held by Jester. His optics gleamed as he pressed up against the new clone. Grabbing Spock’s chin with his fingers, he forced him to turn his head side-to-side as he studied him. “And I must say, you are a very sexy clone – you know that?” he purred. Before the young clone could even reply, he took his lips in a forceful kiss. His glossa commanding the youngster’s…. Invading… Exploring…

Spock shuddered… Trying to escape… But the Sideswipe clone held him firmly.. His internal temperature jumped as he felt hands roving over his chassis. Hands that weren’t human.. Hands of many clones.. Sensations flew over his networks.. The pleasure programming just installed, reacted to the sensory input by activating his nets. But his meta sought to deny his reaction.. It was clones! He couldn’t interface with clones! But Travis had given command over him to Scream.. And Scream apparently wanted it..

Suddenly, energy streamed over him. Seemingly from everywhere! He moaned as he felt it’s teasing beckoning. He wanted that energy.. Needed that energy… “E – Energy…” he gasped as Scream briefly let go of his lips.

“You want to feel that energy within you?” Jester whispered in his other audio.

“Yes… Yes..” Spock pleaded. He felt it pulsing against him from behind… From in front.. At his sides… It was like.. Like it was coming from all five clones whom surrounded him…

Scream winked at the others as he forced the clone’s head to the side. Taking his lips roughly again, he drew Spock’s attention away from them. Hooking his arm around Spock’s arm on that side, he pulled it away from Jester.

Jester slid to the other side of Spock. Still keeping a firm grasp on that arm… Now the young clone was open for the rest of the clones to touch.. To feel… To share…

Hands at his codpiece… Stroking… Fondling.. Tracing the edges of his cable access before they drifted down… Many hands now touched his thigh armor.. Some now between his legs.. Pressing against his port access panels.. Spock trembled as he opened them.. Not even knowing which clone that surrounded him was now rimming his unused port. He felt fingers tracing his aft port panel as well.. His optics dimmed slightly as he opened it for them.. He spread his legs further apart.. Wanting to feel their energy fill him as Jester had implied they would.

He slumped slightly against Jester and Scream. His arms still entwined with those of the two clones as he was kept helpless. Their joints locked together. His arms pulled slightly behind and out to the sides. He moaned into Scream’s mouth as their glossas danced. Fingers slid inside his ports, pumping in-and-out… Lubricant flowed freely… His desire increasing even though this went against his base programming to do this!

A sharp stab in his aft… The slide of a pressurized cable as it drove into him.. Like a flame it burned.. And as the clone behind him thrust deeply within.. Spock felt it.. Felt the energy fields pulsing wildly around him.. A swirl of raw energy sought to pull him in.. Attracting him to every single clone pressed against him.. He yelped as with another quick jab, the cable drilled into his tailpipes.

He was helpless to stop it….

Helpless to resist it…

The energy fields fluxed around him…

Pulsing as one…

Then another powerful thrust filled him. His forward port now stretched tight with a thick living cable nestled within. His leg bearings threatened to give way. The intensity of the double penetration seeking to push his meta over the edge. Hands surrounded him from all sides. Hands that supported him… Caressing him… Exploring him..

The energy fields swirling around him grew into the intensity of a fire storm!

He wanted to be part of it…

One with it…

Flow with it…

Out of the corner of his optics, he saw Scream open his chest access panel. Spock screamed into his mouth as he felt the sheer fire of the pulsing spark now exposed just inches from him. But Scream kept his other hand locked behind Spock’s helm, not allowing him to get free from his kiss. Not allowing him to scream out his want… His desire… For all to hear.. Then the Prowl clone came next to Scream. His own chest panel open.

The cables began to thrust in and out of Spock in a frenzy. He arched.. Bucked… Writhed in total ecstasy as his systems were pushed over the edge…. He didn’t even notice when Scream and the Prowl clone merged together. The plasma energy from their spark bond flooding over him… Adding to the bliss of his system-wide crash..

In the blink of an optic, the other clones who’d been in on the ‘breaking in and sparking’ of the new clone had retracted their cables from within him and helped the others grab Scream and Jag before they hit the ground.

Jester grinned at Silver, Charge, Blue and Shado as they all held limp clones tightly to their sides. He glanced over at the humans and other clones that were working on sorting the new supplies. Not a single one had noticed what had occurred! “Yep, good way of doing it quickly, efficiently, and under the radar,” he snickered. But then he elbowed Silver. “Next time I get YOUR position!”

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“Easy way of breaking in and sparking them fast, huh?” Scream joked to Charge. He and Jag had re-activated incredibly quickly after their spark bonding. Probably since they hadn’t incorporated interfacing into the activity this time. Not as enjoyable, but still effective. And even though Scream would’ve rather been the first tasting the pristine ports of the new clone, at least he’d gotten his glossa first. He licked his lips, still tasting the flavor of new clone on them.

Jag just shook his helm slightly. Why’d he have to fall in love with such a player?!? But at least he didn’t have to share as much of the Seeker, or himself, as they had at first. So the ‘sparking new clones’ situation was getting more and more tolerable to him.

Charge hefted the limp clone that he carried over his shoulder armor. “Yes, but is it so necessary to force it?” he asked. He felt a rather strange guilt settle over him. He had been the other one filling Spock’s ports. It was part of his duty as a future leader to help Scream in all ways. But why couldn’t they just let new clones seek out the clone-to-clone interface? Seek out the sparking?

“Because, if left to our own devices - we would never allow the action. Thus, would remain prisoners to our programming,” the Prowl clone stated in his normal matter-of-fact tone.

The Seeker shrugged. “It’s easier for Decepticon programmed clones than Autobot ones. But either way, we have to break through our programming to accept it. And that part of it has to be forced.” In fact, he enjoyed doing this more-and-more. At least now that they’d realized that they could use the non-sparked clone’s attraction to their spark energy to bypass their base programs to a point – they SEEMED eager to interface. It wasn’t like when he’d broken in Jag and had to listen to the clone pleading for him to stop – until the very end.

The Brawl/Prime clone sighed. His mentor was right. Once they learned that initial step, then they could function as independent beings. No longer limited by their programming, they could learn and develop far more than their creators anticipated. He felt the clone he carried begin to stir. Stopping in mid-stride, he gently lowered Spock’s feet to the concrete. Holding him steady, Charge smiled behind his battlemask as the clone’s optics brightened.

Spock shook his head a bit, driving the fog from his meta. “You clones forced me to overload against my will,” he stated in a dark tone of disapproval. True, he had no idea which clones had actually thrust their cable into him. But it didn’t really matter. They had all been in on it.

“Not your ‘will’ your ‘programming’. And you pushed past it or you wouldn’t have overloaded,” Scream replied with a dismissive shrug.

The Hook clone mulled over it. It wasn’t like he could change what had happened. He HAD interfaced with clones. Modified his own base programming to do so. And he was stuck following the orders of these clones. Obviously his human not only KNEW that they involved themselves in clone-to-clone interface, but he in fact supported the action. So Spock would just have to accept it as part of his reality. But he had a question. Something that was different about these clones. Something that wasn’t in their design… “What is the energy pulsations’ emanating from you clones? It is not in your original designs,” he demanded to know.

“Oh these?” Scream asked. A grin crossed his face plate as he briefly popped open his core access panel and then slammed it shut. Giving the new clone just a glimpse of his spark..

“We have sparks now. And now, you also have a weak spark growing within you,” Jag explained. He tapped Spock’s chest armor right where his core was nestled.

“I hope you forgive us for having to force you. But it was the only way to make you sentient like we are,” the Brawl/Prime clone told him. He offered his hand out to the clone. A human sign of both asking for forgiveness and giving acceptance.

Spock studied the group with a critical optic. “You are claiming we are now sentient?” he asked in a wary voice.

“Under Cybertronian law. This is why Travis calls you a son – not a slave.. Not property. We are loved, not owned,” Scream explained. His crimson optics were soft with emotional warmth for his new brother.

“I am almost as young as you. Come, we will learn together my new brother.” Charge wiggled his fingers, indicating for Spock to accept and shake.

The Hook clone grasped his hand and gave it a firm shake. “Yes, brother, let us learn. I am very interested in exploring these theories,” he stated.

Hand-in-hand, the Hook and Brawl/Prime clone followed their mentors… Their leaders…

An Autobot silently watched them walk by. His spark sputtering as he saw the vision he’d always dreamed of. Of Prime and Hook strolling as brothers… Hand-in-hand without a hint of anger, resentment or hidden agenda… He blinked his optics a few times, bringing himself back to reality. They were only clones of those mechs. Clones that didn’t know the hate or feel the hate… New ‘mechs’ that were ‘free’ of the war…

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Note: Haven't had too many reader suggestions on which other canon clones to bring into the mix for some 'fun'. Have three spaces open now.. Look at the bottom of chapter 6 for current clone list.
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