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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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**Negotiations**

“Follow me,” she coldly ordered as she strolled down the cargo ramp of their cruiser. The planet’s starlight caused her high gloss wax to gleam like it had a million diamonds trapped within its slick surface. The dancing light patterns making the arrogant femme look – stunning.

Mirage and Wheeljack glanced at each other as they followed silently along. Why the femme had docked on this planet full of organic life, they had no clue. But she had made arrangements to buy supplies; Supplies which she and the soon-to-be-born sparklings would need.

‘-Any ideas?-’ Mirage silently asked Wheeljack over their COM link.

‘-Well, they’re actually carbon-based, so perhaps they replenish their systems like organics?-’ Wheeljack replied. He was still amazed at how different the Guardians truly were from the Cybertronians. They looked similar on the outside. Could consume the same energon, could even ‘breed’ with each other. But that was the extent of their similarities. They weren’t ‘programmed’ like Cybertronians were. They weren’t dependant on Vector Sigma for reproduction either. In some ways they were free of many of the faults and limitations that his species had, but in other ways they had even more limitations. They needed carbon containing compounds to survive. They needed Cybertronians to reproduce. True, they were different from him – but so very, very linked to him and his species.

‘-So she’s got to EAT?!?-’ the spy asked over their link, his voice showed his disbelief. The very idea of a mech having to eat – was so strange it was almost nauseating to him. He’d known the Guardians were truly different from him, but that? That was almost – organic!

Wheeljack shrugged, not as bothered or shocked by the differences as Mirage was. ‘-Just remember, if she gets damaged severely and there’s no medic around – but – she has access to electromagnetic radiation and some type of consumable carbon source. She can ‘heal’ and return her systems to full operation if giving enough time. We’d just sit there and rust. By the way, she doesn’t rust – either,-’ he radioed back.

Mirage couldn’t help but scan the femme’s back with an expression that was half-way between amazement and nausea. It was beyond taboo for a mech to bond with or otherwise have ‘sex’ with an organic, and Hunter seemed to fall in that category. Even if she APPEARED to be a Transformer like him! He felt a rough cuff on his shoulder armor, glancing next to him; he was surprised when Wheeljack leveled a steely glare at him - Seemingly able to read his very thoughts.

‘-She’s NOT a freagin’ organic! Her carbon is not bound to hydrogen and oxygen. It is a pure carbon matrix, which is as inorganic as a diamond crystal. And our sparklings will be the same, so get your olfactory sensor out of your tail pipes!-’ he huffed as he outpaced Mirage slightly. His head held high and his back linkages stiff.
Mirage cringed; he’d never seen Wheeljack get mad. But could the mech blame him for his aversion to her basic elemental construction? He was no scientist. He didn’t know that carbon had to be bonded or something to hydrogen and oxygen in order to be considered ‘organic’. ‘-So you’re really SURE that she’s inorganic?-’ he asked Wheeljack over their link as he followed along.

Wheeljack looked back at him, snorted softly and nodded.

The spy relaxed now that he was sure he hadn’t crossed the mech/organic line. Granted, his friends back on Cybertron would probably never see him again, much less find out if he’d violated that taboo. But he still had to live with himself. And there’s no way he could live knowing he’d done it with a true organic!

But there was another thing about Hunter that had his curiosity piqued. And after all his studying, Wheeljack seemed to know a lot about her systems now. So perhaps he could elaborate on it? ‘-Uh, one more question,-’ he silently asked Wheeljack as he hurried to catch up.

Wheeljack looked at him out of the corner of his optics and slightly nodded at him to continue.

‘-Why do her optics swirl like they do?-’ the spy asked over the COM link.

Chuckling silently, the mech gave him a quizzical glance. ‘-You mean you haven’t figured that out yet?-’

‘-Nope.-’

‘-Because her optic lenses are actually transparent, so you’re actually seeing her spark swirling,-’ he explained in his meta.

Mirage’s optics opened wide in shock. ‘-So those blue streaks?!? They’re truly our unborn sparklings that we’re seeing?!?-’ he stammered over the COM link.

Wheeljack merely nodded in confirmation.

Getting far enough away from the docking area, Hunter transformed. The mechs climbed on her topside and wrapped their fingertips over the leading edges of her wings. ‘-You sure she can handle two of us?-’ Mirage asked Wheeljack over their link. Visions of an overburdened Seeker crashing into the ground filled his meta. And he didn’t like that picture.

Wheeljack glanced at him and nodded. “I’ve always wanted to know what 90,000 pounds of thrust felt like,” he joked aloud. Making sure to stroke the femme’s ego a bit as well… Kissing her aft a little, made life easier on them.

Hunter snorted arrogantly, “You’ll be wise to keep your trap shut. That open mouth might cause enough drag, you’ll peel right off of me.”

Mirage tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Her level of arrogance just hit his ‘funny circuits’ and made them go wild. She was so outrageous in her bragging! And now that he was feeling bolder every day cycle, his reservations over showing emotion were fading. Temporarily forgetting who he was lying on top of, he began to snicker. Suddenly, he and Wheeljack hit the ground as the femme transformed. Her optics swirled to blood red as she glared down at the spy.

“Oh slag, you so fraggin’ screwed up!” Wheeljack muttered to him as he rolled away from the femme and got to his feet. He backed up away from the femme, trying to get out of her line of sight. ‘-I’ll back ya up if she gets too mad and tries to off-line you,-’ he promised over their COM link.

But Mirage was over it. He’d gotten her oath to ‘love’ him, and by Primus he was not going to be used as a footstool any longer! ‘-Frag her! I’m going to so kick her afterburners! You stay outta this,-’ he radioed back. Hopping lightly to his feet, he boldly met her optics – and dared to snicker some more! He knew it’d make her blow. And that’s exactly what he was counting on.

‘-You’ve got some metal doing this, but we’re here for you,-’ Grapple radioed. He then flew off the bridge and headed towards the loading dock so that he could see the action.

With a shriek of rage she came at him. But suddenly, he wasn’t there! “You little freager!” she screamed as she activated her infrared and easily spotted him. He hadn’t moved far, just slightly to the right. She lunged again, but he simply transformed, and knocked her thrusters out from under her. Clicking off his cloak, he jumped on top of her.

She felt something on her back as she hit the ground, teleporting, she was suddenly standing up. Kicking the mech that had just been on her back, and was now on the ground, she heard the crunch of carbide against metal. “How dare you, you traitorous piece of slag!” she screamed, as she aimed another kick at him…

He rolled away from her, jumping to his feet. His optics met hers, with no lick of fear in their blue depths. “How dare you call ME a traitorous piece of slag – when YOU’RE the one who is breaking her oath!” he yelled back. Dodging another kick aimed at his chest plates, he dove to the side, rolled and leapt back up in a blur.

“You’re words make no sense. You are reaching for straws that aren’t there. You shall die for your insubordination!” she screamed in rage as she came at him again. She wanted to feel that traitorous fragger’s optics shatter under her fingertips. She had given him his freedom. Given him a reason to function! And this was how he rewarded her?!? She was going to crush him.. Enjoy his screams of agony as she tore him limb from limb..

He narrowly avoided the next volley of kicks. Skidding to the side, he ducked under yet another round. Falling to his hands, he spun his leg out, catching hers and bringing her down again hard on her aft. Spinning out of her reach again, he turned and glared at her. “I’m not being insubordinate! You’re breaking your freagin’ oath you bitch!” he screamed at her.

She leapt to her feet. “I made no oath to you, you little rust bucket! You made an oath to me – which you are breaking – and you will pay dearly for that!” she yelled. Her optics burned like a raging inferno as she went after him again. Landing a few kicks, but the mech merely grunted as he shrugged them off. His heavier Cybertronian alloys able to absorb the impact with nothing more than dents, which didn’t phaze him much.

Sliding behind her, Mirage kicked her hard in the aft, causing her to go off balance again. “You gave your oath of love – and now you’re breaking it – you whore! Your word means nothing!” he screamed. He stomped on her wing while she was briefly on the ground. The crunching sound told both him and Wheeljack that he’d done some damage with that move. In the blink of an optic, he also smashed down hard on her right arm, trying to damage the net that controlled her cloaking chip.

She disappeared in teleport then, the mech leaping and rolling in order to get away from where he anticipated that she’d show up. He was correct in his assumption, barely missing getting clocked in the helm from behind as the femme appeared. He spun, landing on his feet and settling into a ready crouch. She’d kind’ve surprised him though, she hadn’t pulled out her wing blade yet. Intaking air in big gulps, he warily circled the femme. Energon dripped slightly from the slight tears in his thin facial sheeting. He spat it out as he kept his optics on the femme.

“You pathetic slogger! Love means that you obey and I protect! I do not break my oaths! You will die painfully for that insult to my honor!” She snarled as she appeared. She seemed to swoon a little bit, her damaged wing slowly dripping energon from his stomp. But it didn’t phase her for more than an astrosecond as she stormed back towards him. Her indignant rage fueling her will to fight. Shaking off the pain in both her arm and her wing as she left a trail of energon droplets on the ground behind her…

She would’ve pulled her wing blade out then, but her systems were too depleted to risk dragging the power off her needed to flame it to life. Grinding her dental plates together, she silently fumed at herself for getting this depleted. But a daughter of Starscream NEVER backed down from a fight! That would be an affront to her ancestry!

Her internal sensors were screaming in her meta. Warning her that her systems were in the red! She was too depleted to continue to fight. She was nearing emergency shut-down. But she ignored her system-wide warnings. Her rage fueling her systems! No one insulted her honor and got away with it – no one!

‘-Gotta give it to her, she doesn’t quit like most cons would,-’ Wheeljack commented to Mirage over their frequency. He stepped back further into the shadows, knowing that Mirage had to win this fight, had to prove to the femme that he was an equal. Only then would she make concessions. But he noticed her swoon slightly. His optics narrowed as he studied the femme with critical optics. Something was up with her. Something that she was trying to mask… ‘-I think she’s more damaged than she’s letting on Mirage. She’s weakening,-’ he silently informed the mech.

‘-Thank Primus!-’ Mirage replied in his meta. His chassis was stinging from the hits and kicks she had landed. He really didn’t want it to end in violence, but perhaps it was the only way to prove to the arrogant femme that he was indeed – her equal.

“In this dimension, an oath of Love means to cherish, to protect, to consider the mech you gave it to – as an equal!” Mirage shot back as he dodged another round of offensive kicks. But then he managed to lock his arms around one of her legs just as she connected a kick to his side. He had her trapped as he pulled her forward, keeping her off balance. Holding her leg with one arm tightly against his side, he used his free arm to bat away her punches. “And when you consider a mech an equal, you treat him with RESPECT!” he growled in a low tone.

He stomped her other thruster hard with his foot. Knowing that her teleport chips were located there, and praying that she had to have two functional ones in order to teleport.
Spinning her around in a twisting maneuver, he jumped on top of her as she hit the ground. Locking her arms down with his legs, he brought his face close to hers, his optics boring into hers. “So, is the great and honorable Hunter who believes that she’s superior to all of us – nothing more than a sniveling, deceitful Decepticon who’s word is worth naught?” he asked her in a low serious tone.

She glared at him, and then her optics drifted over, catching sight of the watching inventor. Then movement caught her optics, and she noticed that Grapple had come down the ramp. He was now also waiting for her reply. Her optics narrowed in rage, for it was obvious that the freagin’ bastards had been working together… Had been scheming behind her wings! And now it seemed that Mirage had trapped her by her own oath. Her own misunderstanding of the traditions and meanings of words in this dimension… He had beaten her at her own game of manipulation. Although she was enraged to no end by this fact, a strange sense of accomplishment pervaded her senses. She had taught this pathetic mech to be strong like her, and he had learned his lessons all too well.

But she had to come up with a swift response. If she didn’t work the situation right, the pathetic mechs may leave her at a time when she would not be able to defend herself. She was already weakening as the sparklings drained her systems. She would not survive without these mechs – and neither would the future Guardians within her. She forced herself to chuckle victoriously as she stared up into his angry optics. “You’ve learned your lessons well Mirage. But without me and my sparklings, you’re dimension will not survive,” she purred.

He smirked, recognizing her manipulation for what it was. “And without us, you shall die. Perhaps we don’t believe in your tale?” he replied with a gleam in his optics. A gleam that told her that he would not be swayed this time…

She narrowed her optics, “I speak the truth!” she snarled.

“The truth as you know it, not as we know it,” Mirage countered. “So as far as we’re concerned, you need us – far more than we need you,” he stated coldly. His optics hard - matching the harshness in his voice.

She mulled over his threat. He suspected just how close she was to birthing. Knew that he held her very life in his hands right now! But he had given her his oath, just as the others had. “So you break your own oaths – Autobots?” she purred coldly as she scanned the watching mechs. “Your oaths of obedience and to protect me - and your own offspring?” she said in a cold, accusing tone.

Mirage snorted as if dismissing her accusation. “We gave you those oaths in good faith. Good faith that you’d treat us fairly. You broke that faith,” he informed her. The other two silent mechs nodded their agreement to his word.

“So what shall you do Autobot? Leave me here? Leave me alone to die as I birth your offspring, only for them to also slowly starve to death? This just proves how pathetic you are. My grandsire would never have tolerated these actions of his mechs. He would’ve thrown them out of the Autobot ranks. Banned them forever from Cybertron!” she snarled defiantly.

“You claim your grandsire was an Autobot commander?!? You expect us to believe that lie?!?” Mirage growled in her face, “You act like a con. You’re obviously sired by a con!”

She snickered, actually snickered! “You’re so right Mirage. I am the daughter of the greatest of cons. The only one to stand up to their dictator! The only one with true honor,” she lowered her voice as she glared at him. “Optimus Prime gave him the hand of his own Guardian Daughter for his bravery,” she purred, “my mother.”

Wheeljack’s and Grapple’s mouths fell open in shock. She was a granddaughter of that dimension’s Prime?!? The chosen carrier of the matrix of leadership! They were speechless. Their optics stared at her in total disbelief. But strangely – it made sense now that she wasn’t the type to ever back down from a fight. For the chosen carrier of the matrix would not have either.

But Mirage wasn’t speechless. True, he was shocked by her revelation. And something about the way she spoke it told him that it wasn’t a lie. But the quick thinking spy realized the value of her ancestry to their cause. “Would your grandfather be so forgiving for your actions Hunter? I dare say, he’d support us and order you to treat us fairly,” he said in an arrogant tone, “and obviously if he ‘gave’ his daughter’s hand to your con sire – then your sire was under his command – wasn’t he?”

Oh, did she want to wipe that arrogant expression off the mech’s face! But he was, indeed, right. And she couldn’t deny his words. Just as her own sire had had to make concessions with Prime, she was now forced to make concessions with these Autobots. It killed her to concede defeat, but she had no choice. Her systems were starting to shut down. Her battle systems being the first to off line.. She was helpless under him. Barely able now to even keep her base systems on line… She had to swallow her pride in order to save the sparklings within her. “What are your demands – Autobot?” she asked in a low voice.

“Treat us fairly. That means no more beatings, no more rapes – period,” he flatly stated. His optics unblinking - still locked with hers.

“And what do I get in return?” she said, eyeing him and the others with suspicion.

“Our loyalty, our protection for you and the sparklings,” he replied as he slowly got off of her and stood up.

She glared at him as she laboriously climbed to her thrusters. Her systems were now so depleted that the moderate damage he had caused, was making her swoon in weakness. But stubbornly, she refused to show it. Forcing herself to appear strong. “We are still bond mates, you gave me your personal oath,” she said in a cold, harsh tone.

Mirage scanned her with harsh optics; somehow he’d known that she would bring that fact up. Demand those rights as well. “I hold to that oath, but demand to stand as an equal,” he knew that demand would really perturb the arrogant femme. And it felt good to make her angry now that he’d beaten her. He held a hand out to her. “Do we have an agreement?” he coldly demanded.

She narrowed her optics at the audacity of his demand. Him an equal! Did he really believe that he or any of these pathetic mechs were equal to her?!? But she was in a weakened state right now, and they were both all too aware of that fact. He’d beaten her because he’d outsmarted her, not because he was truly superior. Swallowing hard in disgust that she had to agree to these pathetic mechs’ demands, she shook his hand.

Turning from him, she glared at the other two mechs. She now knew without a shadow of a doubt that Mirage had been organizing a secret cue. And if it hadn’t happened now, it would’ve happened when she was incapacitated and helpless. These Autobots were far more ruthless than she’d given them credit for. Taking one step towards them, she blacked out as her depleted systems finally shut down.

Wheeljack ran to her as she crumpled unconscious to the ground. Flipping open her access panels, he and Grapple read the diagnostics together.

“What’s wrong with her? Did I damage her that badly?” Mirage asked with concern in his voice. He had only meant to win the fight, not risk his sparkling by damaging her severely. Coming over to their ‘medic’, he put a hand on Wheeljack’s shoulder.

Wheeljack muttered something under his breath. Obviously disgusted by what he saw. “Fraggin’ bitch was near full depletion of her carbon stores when she was fixin’ to take off with us. She was too damned arrogant to admit that she was that drained!” he growled. He sounded more like old Ratchet grumbling about a mech’s stupidity, than himself. Sliding his arms under her lightweight air frame, he hefted her over his shoulder.
“Mirage, you’ve got to get those supplies she ordered ASAP! Or she ain’t going to make it,” he informed him as he turned and marched towards their ship.

Mirage and Grapple stared after him for a second, and then looked at each other in total disbelief. “She fought me even though she knew she was shutting down?!?” the spy muttered in dismay. He feared for his sparkling. If he had known how desperate her situation was – he would’ve waited to face off with her.

Grapple slapped him on his shoulder armor, and then transformed. “Heck Mirage, don’t be so hard on yourself. You didn’t know,” he said, “so do you know where this refinery is?”

Mirage sighed, with one last glance at the ship, he transformed and peeled out - Grapple hot on his tail pipes. His day cycle of victory no longer felt victorious. Instead, guilt flowed through his meta. Guilt that he’d endangered their unborn sparklings…

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