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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Education

Mirage led Grapple out of the med bay. Silently, the mech followed along, his meta undergoing rapid computations as he considered the fix that they were in. Now that he knew the truth behind his ‘rescue’ he wondered if it had indeed been a rescue. The sheer irony of the situation both shocked and amazed him.

Here they were. The first mechs in their dimension to ‘reproduce’ themselves, but it wasn’t a truly happy occasion by any means. They faced life with a ‘leader’ who was as conniving as Onslaught and as temperamental as Megatron, with a touch of Sunstreaker’s arrogance to top it off. Definitely NOT the type of leadership that Autobots were programmed to thrive under.

But there were some advantages that the three mechs had over the abusive femme. She wasn’t a ‘team player’ while they were. And their unofficial leader, Mirage, was proving to be just as sly as her. With him guiding and coordinating their actions, the three mechs would somehow triumph over the femme. Force her to do something that Megatron never would – make concessions.

“You really think we can do this?” Grapple whispered to Mirage.

Mirage turned his wary optics towards the architect, silently warning him that until Wheeljack built and installed the communicators – they could NOT speak openly. “I think we can do whatever she commands us to do,” he said evasively.

Grapple’s optics opened wider as he realized his error. He wasn’t used to subversive missions. So he just didn’t understand how to speak and act. It would probably be better for them all, if he just shut up and pretended that he didn’t know anything. So, gluing his optics to the floor, he glumly nodded. Desperately praying that he didn’t screw this entire thing up, for all of their sakes!

Stopping in front of a door, Mirage tapped a code it. It slid open with a whoosh, revealing a design bay. Signaling to Grapple to enter, Mirage briefly locked optics with the mech, his stone-faced expression not revealing his emotions. Grapple understood what message he was trying to convey. The message of hope, of patience.. With a slight nod, he signaled that he understood.

The door slid shut behind him, sealing him inside his new ‘home’. Sighing sadly, he turned around and scanned the room. Yes, it was every architect’s or engineer’s dream set up, but sadness pervaded him. He was ‘free’ but still a slave. A slave to the femme’s temper and whims… And if Mirage’s little plan didn’t work, life would become a true hell again.

Sitting down heavily on the swivel stool in front of the design table, Grapple put his elbows on top of the table and buried his face in his hands. Tears flowed freely down his face as he sobbed in despair. All he had ever wanted to do – was to design and build beautiful and useful structures. He was nothing but a peaceful civilian caught up in the civil war that seemed like it would never end. His work – destroyed. His life – taken from him. His very spark – now the property of others.

But Mirage had offered a glimpse of hope - A ray of light in the blackness of their tortured existence. Grapple desperately wanted to grab onto that hope. Let it fill the emptiness within him. But he was terrified that he would fail his two comrades. And those thoughts of possible failure loomed over him like a weight that he could not bear.

Slamming his fists down on the design table, Grapple fought back the tears. He had to go through with the plan. Could not fail! His friends depended on him. His – Sparkling – depended on him! He had to be strong. He had to be sure. So with a final quick gasp of air into his intake systems, he forced those black thoughts of failure from his meta…

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“Yes ma-am?” Grapple said as he turned to the sound of the door sliding open and spied the familiar outline of the Seeker. He straightened his chassis and did his best impression of standing at salute.

Hunter’s optics swirled to a more amber shade. His jumping to please her had indeed had the desired effect. Striding up to his design table, she leaned over it and activated the monitor. “It is time to teach you the most important thing you’ll ever learn,” she stated. Her normal arrogance colored her tone. For she was insinuating that nothing he’d ever learned prior, was of any value.

Ignoring her implied insult, Grapple turned to his design table and glanced at her with expectant optics. He needed to have a job in her ‘team’. He needed to have a reason to be here, other than to simply ‘sire’ new Guardians. For if he didn’t, then when she tired of using him as a ‘sire’ – who knew what she’d do with him! “Yes ma-am,” he replied, making sure she knew she had his full attention; His full cooperation in anything and everything. She had to think they were all cowed. That they were all weak and easily subdued, for this was all part of Mirage’s plan.

Glancing sideways at the ground mech, Hunter connected her USB into the console’s port. Diagrams, descriptions and blueprints flickered across the screen, too swiftly for even Grapple’s sharp optics to truly catch. But it was obvious that this information dealt with the exterior structure of mechs. More Wheeljack’s realm than his! Gulping down his trepidation at tackling this, Grapple knew he’d better.. And he’d better learn it and build it well.. Finished downloading, Hunter pulled her connection.

Again she glanced at Grapple, narrowing her optics as she judged if he was capable of this job. The materials needed to create the final adult chassis for the protoform Guardians were not available in this dimension. Primus, they hadn’t even been thought of here! So Grapple would have to understand what they had to manufacture. Then he could design the molds, the kilns, and the mini-factory they would eventually build. “You must understand what has to be created. Study these schematics. Learn them well enough that you can assist Wheeljack when the time comes,” she told him.

Grapple rubbed his hands nervously against his leg armor. This was so out of his area of knowledge; that he felt like an overwhelmed recruit. But if he said anything, he’d get a beating. And afterward, she’d probably force him to watch while she beat Mirage for his failure as well. “Um, yes ma-am,” he stammered. His very tone showed his uncertainty in his ability to do this.

Her optics flared to crimson. These Autobots were so freagin’ pathetic! Did he not realize that she’d already taken his area of expertise into account! In a rage, she picked him up and threw him across his work shop. “You pathetic fool! Do you think I’m so stupid not to realize your capability?!” she shrieked as she stormed towards him.

Cowering against the wall, Grapple covered his sensitive optics. He’d heard about the beating she’d given to Mirage because he’d been weak and showed emotion. Now it looked like it was his turn. “No ma-am, I never thought that!” he pleaded, “Please, please forgive me ma-am!”

Kicking him hard, Hunter glared down at him. His frightened blue optics stared up at her through his fingers. She considered continuing the ‘lesson’ for a brief moment, but then the damned Autobot would have to be repaired. And that would take time away from his and Wheeljack’s studies. Snorting in disgust, she grabbed his shoulder, forced him to his feet and roughly pushed him towards the computer consol over his design table.

“What I want you to do - is to learn all of this. Learn it all well-enough that you can assist Wheeljack if need-be. But then you must design the molds, the kilns, the mini factory we will need to produce these,” she stated harshly. Her swirling optics bore into Grapple’s, challenging him to again set her off.

Grapple gulped even as he relaxed. He was ultimately going to be designing and building manufacturing facilities. He could do that! It now made sense why he’d have to learn the complexities of the internal structures and components of the Guardians. He wouldn’t necessarily be the one putting them together though. Forcing a smile on his face, he met Hunter’s optics. “Ma-am you are brilliant, brilliant! I can do this!” he said. He hoped his complement would smooth things out between them; make the arrogant Seeker think he believed in her superiority.

Hunter heard the compliment for what it was. Knew that the Autobot was trying desperately to get back on her ‘good’ side… Looking down her olfactory sensor at him, she nodded her satisfaction. “Study for the next three day cycles, and then come to my quarters at 1500,” she ordered. Turning on her thrusters, she strolled out of the work shop.

Grapple looked after her for a few moments. He was thrilled that indeed she did have a specific use for his architectural talents, but her order to come to her quarters filled him with trepidation. Was she going to rape him – or pleasurably bond with him? Even if it was the latter, it didn’t necessarily mean there would be no pain involved. His shoulder units sagged in resignation. At least it was better to just endure the pain every-now-and-then, from a single Seeker, than to endure the pain from dozens of them night cycle after night cycle. But he still hoped that Mirage’s plan wouldn’t take too long. He hated feeling this kind’ve fear all the time, even if it was fear of pain from just one Seeker.

Turning back to the monitor, he clicked on the first page of the copious amounts of data she’d so swiftly downloaded. Yes, life was better here than it had been with the Insecticons.. So much better.. And eventually it’d become bearable.

But then a realization struck him. Mirage told them to look for the reasons Hunter needed them. What made them of value to her besides being sires. Grapple slapped his hands down on the table top in glee. Without him designing and building the manufacturing facilities – she wouldn’t have the materials necessary for the new Guardians. True, she could conceivably go to Hook, but then the Decepticons would try and take control from her. Grapple’s optics brightened. The ex-slaves now had a heck of a bargaining chip when Mirage decided to force Hunter to negotiate with them!

With a cheerful smile, Grapple turned back to his studies. Wondering what else he would learn, so that they would have even more bargaining chips.

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“Wheeljack,” Hunter barked as she entered the repair bay.

The inventor had been on his knees; apparently busy organizing some lower shelves. In reality, he was hiding some new little gadgets he had come up with; some gadgets that would eventually allow the three mechs to communicate with each other without her being aware of it. Hearing her, he leapt to his feet, and turned to her as fast as he could. “Um, yes ma-am?” he stammered; hoping that she would interpret his nervousness of being busted – as just fear of her.

Without another word, she strode up to his computer console. Connecting her USB cable to its port she began to download specific files. Wheeljack hesitantly came up and stood quietly next to her. But his optics got bigger and bigger as he caught the gist of what she was downloading into the med bay computer. He couldn’t help but to lick his hidden lips in anticipation, for he was going to learn every system, every bearing, and every structure – that made a Guardian. He’d known that he’d be involved in the building process of his sparkling’s chassis, but now, to have the knowledge at his fingertips – was just too exciting!

She disconnected and turned towards him, easily seeing the excitement in his brightened optics. He was almost giddy in his happiness. Such a freagin’ annoying trait! So notorious amongst the pathetic Autobot faction! Narrowing her optics, she compared him to the logical Decepticon medics like Hook. They’d simply nod and follow orders. They didn’t let worthless emotions get in the way. But was the Autobot planning something more than just building sparkling chassis? “You seem eager, Wheeljack. Too eager,” her tone became low and threatening. “You aren’t planning to give this knowledge to the Autobots?” she accused more than asked.

Wheeljack stepped back in shock. “No.. No ma-am! I gave you my oath!” he stammered. Looking up at her swirling crimson optics, fear filled him. As she continued her approach, he continued to back away. Until his back hit the bulkhead. He was trapped as she reached out and grabbed him.

Lifting him up so that they were face-to-face, Hunter slammed his back armor hard against the wall. Pressing her air frame tightly against his chassis, she effectively trapped the nervous Autobot. She enjoyed his fear. Her power over these weak and pathetic Autobots… Bringing her face close to his, she scanned his blue optics, looking for any hint of untruth. “Neither faction may have this knowledge,” she growled, “for if either does, then the other side will eventually as well. And the war will grow with an intensity that will draw all to extinction. Do you understand?”

Finding it hard to intake air into his systems, Wheeljack nodded slightly. He more than understood the logic. Had seen this happen on too many occasions to count… Gulping, he truly understood why these Guardians stayed out of the war. They were too advanced.. Could destroy too much.. They were for Primus to command – not Optimus, not Megatron. But he prayed that Mirage’s plan would work. For to envision a new faction of mechs rising up, with her personality, was even more terrifying than the war itself. Surely Primus would understand them wanting to make his Guardians more even tempered? More sympathetic to the pain of others… At least Wheeljack hoped so.

Satisfied that she’d put the fear of Primus into the inventor, Hunter let him go. He fell to the floor in a clang of metal plating. But no grunt or gasp of pain could be heard from the mech. He merely picked himself up off the floor and staggered back to his feet. Standing silently, waiting for her orders.

Pleased that Mirage must have told the mech that she truly hated weak emotions, Hunter’s optics swirled to a more amber shade. “Study for the next three day cycles, and then come to my quarters at 1500,” she ordered. Without a second glance, she turned and strode from the med bay.

Wheeljack looked after her for a few moments. He was thrilled – THRILLED – that he would soon know everything about how she was built! He would know her strengths, her weaknesses. But on the other hand, she had ordered him to come to her quarters. Was she going to molest him, rape him, beat him – or bond with him in a mutual scream of ecstasy? He had no clue. But he felt the anxiety of not knowing, well up within his very core.

Shaking his head, he forced those thoughts from his meta. Strolling over to his computer console, he sat down and clicked on the first file. He had a lot of studying to do… A LOT!

Then a fleeting thought went through his meta. She needed him to build the protoforms’ adult chassis! Without him, they would never reach full strength, full maturity. A grin spread over his hidden face. For the mechs now had something they could barter with. She needed him. With a renewed sense of hope, Wheeljack started studying the schematics. He couldn’t wait to find out more. Perhaps there were more reasons he was valuable to her? More things the mechs could use when Mirage decided to negotiate with her.

He also looked for her design weaknesses as well. The files that Mirage had so swiftly downloaded into him had included the memory file of the femme’s fight with Motor Master. Granted, Motor Master was close to the strength and skill of Optimus Prime himself, so the fact that the Seeker had done so poorly wasn’t a big surprise to Wheeljack. Heck, most of them would’ve gotten the living slag beat out of them by that mech! But just how strong was she? What was she capable of – in the air and on the ground? Wheeljack slid his glossa over his hidden lips as he studied the calculations of tensile strength, total weight, thrust-to-weight ratios and weapon systems. His meta looking for the information that Mirage needed.

After two day cycles, he had most of his answers. Leaning back in his seat, he crossed his arms and considered what he now knew. If it truly came down to it, the three mechs could overwhelm her with force if they worked together. Yes, she was almost invincible on the wing, and if she snuck up on a mech they wouldn’t have much of a chance. But that was what she was designed to do. She was a Seeker built for stealth, for hitting hard before the enemy even knew she was there, and then disappearing before they could retaliate. What she wasn’t designed for, was hand-to-hand combat against the heavier built ground mechs. For even though they were smaller in stature than her, the three Autobots were actually of equal strength! Their Cybertronian alloys made them heavier than her light carbide. And also made them better able to function with greater damage.

Wheeljack smirked as he contemplated. Yes, once the three of them could fully communicate without her knowledge, it wouldn’t take long to force her to make concessions with them. True, they had all given oaths to her. But they weren’t truly breaking their oaths; they were going to teach her how to treat her subordinates with some dignity and respect – that’s all…

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Grapple’s meta hurt. He’d studied and studied for so long, he thought his meta was going to overload with all of the new information! But he was finally getting the general scheme of things; finally beginning to completely understand the Guardians minutest of structural details. So he felt a sense of accomplishment! He hoped that she gave him more time to study though. There were still so many files he hadn’t even opened yet.

Stopping in front of the captain’s quarters, he hesitated. He was just a tad early and didn’t know if that would displease Hunter. And by Primus! He didn’t want to displease her in the least right now! So he stood there silently. Waiting for the few astrominutes to pass... So that when he asked for entrance it would be at 1500 sharp!

The sound of mech footsteps coming his way caused the architect to turn. A smile crossed his face at the sight of Wheeljack. They hadn’t seen each other for a few day cycles. Hunter had kept each of them isolated, feverishly studying the files she sent to them. It had been exhausting – both emotionally and physically – for the normally social Autobots.

“You too?” Wheeljack asked as he came to stand next to his unofficial ‘mate’. A strange sense of happiness came over him, for at least he wouldn’t face whatever was going to happen – alone.

Grapple nodded, “Wonder what she’s going to make us do this time?” he mused in a whisper. He kind’ve hoped she’d make them do something to each other – like last time. For even though they’d agreed to be each other’s ‘mate’; they hadn’t bonded yet… Hadn’t even been around each other much since making that agreement.. In truth, they were both a little afraid TO bond without Hunter’s explicit instruction to do so. It might set her temper off, and that was the last thing either of them wanted to do. At least until they’d forced her to negotiate a bit.

Wheeljack shrugged to Grapple’s whispered words. His thoughts going along the same lines as Grapple’s; but both knew they had no say in the matter – yet. No choice but to obey. At least for now, that was. Sliding closer to Grapple, he slipped his hand to the mech’s lower back armor. Sliding his fingers under and installing the small communication device to Grapple’s nets underneath. The two exchanged a knowing glance. The game of manipulation had now started between the mechs and the femme. She just hadn’t realized it yet.

“Enter,” Hunter’s cold voice ordered as the door slid open. As the pair entered, they both glanced at her optics, looking for, praying for – the swirl of amber. Their optics brightened as one, for the Guardian’s optics were almost pure amber today!
Lounging on her hard rubber couch, Hunter studied the two mechs intently. Causing them to fidget in the discomfort of her strong gaze; had she spotted Wheeljack’s slight of hand? Had she spotted Mirage’s quick link to them a few day cycles ago? Did she know that they were scheming together? The two mechs glanced nervously at each other, hopeful the femme wasn’t aware. “You two have agreed to be each other’s mate?” she asked, her voice emotionless.

Grapple and Wheeljack both relaxed slightly. The femme hadn’t found out about Mirage’s plan then. But was she perturbed that they considered each other as mate? This could easily set her off. They glanced at each other in apprehension. She knew! She must’ve either been standing there cloaked – or had the med bay bugged. It was pointless to lie, she’d just beat them. But at least she only knew about their personal business. “Yes ma-am, but.. But we understand that you come first,” Wheeljack explained as he shifted from foot-to-foot.

“You’re always first, ma-am,” Grapple confirmed as he looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet in anxiety. He prayed that this didn’t tick her off too much. But surely it wouldn’t piss her off nearly as much as Mirage’s plan would. So quietly thanking Primus that she’d only learned about the ‘mate’ thing, Grapple readied himself for an aft whooping. But surely she understood that they were still Autobots; which meant that they were social creatures – needing the comfort and security of long-term relationships. They couldn’t change their base programming!

Hunter studied them, her optics swirling more towards the crimson of intense emotion. She enjoyed the control she had over these mechs.. Their very lives.. But had they bonded without permission? “Have you bonded with each other?” she asked. Her optics narrowed in suspicion, her tone becoming harsh.

“N – no ma-am!” they answered in unison. Straightening their shoulders, they did their best impression of standing at attention.

Hunter stood up and walked slowly around them. Her optics scanning them as a hunting cat stares down its prey. She ran her fingers lightly against their gleaming armor. Armor without even the slightest speck of dust! She noted both their condition and their statue-like stances – with increasing pleasure. Just as Mirage had conformed, they were conforming. Moving from them, she plopped herself back down on her couch.

Nodding towards her berth, she gave them their orders. “Then bond with each other now. Show me how you weak Autobots do it,” she snorted.

Excitement filled both of them, for there would be no pain tonight. Granted, they’d have to display their affection in ‘public’, which was so different than the normal Autobot urge to seek privacy for such a thing. But at least they would bond with each other. Truly become ‘mates’. With the apparent ‘approval’ of their Mistress as well! Smiles crossed their faces, for life with Hunter would truly be a little more bearable if she was allowing them to have each other.

Turning towards each other, Grapple unlatched Wheeljack’s facemask and tossed it to the floor. Picking the shorter mech up, he locked his lips in a passionate kiss. Trying desperately to ignore the fact that they had an audience; he concentrated on his happiness that their Mistress was allowing them to pursue their relationship… As Wheeljack wrapped his legs around his waist, Grapple carried him over to Hunter’s berth and sat him on it. His fingers caressing his new mate’s gleaming armor as his glossa explored the warmth of his mouth…. Yes, life with the Hunter was so much better.. So much better.. And one day cycle, it would be almost as good as being a free mech.. Yes, one day cycle they’d force her to negotiate with them. Then there would be no more fear, no more pain. Renewed hope filled the two mechs with passion. Even as they kissed, they activated their new communications devices, and the femme didn’t even notice. So engrossed was she by watching them bond.

Hunter smirked as she watched the two mechs bond for their first time. She had to admit that the passion they exhibited was very – stimulating. But what was even more erotic, was that she controlled them.. Every move.. Every action.. Every kiss.. Perhaps when they rebooted, she would get some well-earned release? She’d allowed them their pleasure, now it would be their turn to give her the same…

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