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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 1**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

**Military anthems are property of whichever service they're from**

“Daniel, there’s total gridlock from Chicago going east. We’ll never get through,” Sharon told him as she looked at the news on her laptop. Riots were now occurring in all the major cities. All major roads heading east were deadlocked with terrified people trying to escape the coming ash.

Daniel let out an exacerbated sigh. Then an idea hit him. Getting on the CB, he contacted the Hummer right behind them. "Hey Travis, is there a FedEx air hub southeast of here?"

"Closest regional hub is in Indianapolis, why?" Travis replied.

"Their hangars are set up to handle up to fifteen feet of snow, right? And what will they be doing right now?" Daniel asked. He nodded for Sharon to go ahead and look on the net for directions from their current location - just west of Chicago.

"Actually, they should be able to handle over twenty feet if they were designed right," Darren chimed in from the last Hummer. "You thinkin’ what I think you’re thinkin’ Commander?" he added.

"FedEx employees would probably be scattering about right now. Since the FAA has grounded all flights, they’d stuff as many of them in the hangars as they could. Then they’d leave clones to guard the hub while everyone runs for their lives," Travis explained.

"That’s a ten-four Darren. And Travis, with your position at FedEx – you’d be able to get us in there, correct?" Daniel asked. He crossed his fingers, praying so.

"Ten-four on that. Is that our best option?" Travis asked. He gripped the steering wheel a bit harder as he glanced over at Drew in the passenger seat.

“It sounds like a decent option. Safe place to batten down and wait it out,” Drew noted.

"I think so, follow me, we’re heading south," Daniel said as he turned onto I-65south, leaving the Eastbound gridlock behind.

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Darren looked at the clone seated next to him. Shado had an obvious downcast look on his faceplate, as did Silver and Blue whom sat in the back seats. “It’ll be ok boys; we’ll get to a safe place and wait it out.”

“Life won’t be the same – will it?” Shado asked him softly. His optics seemed to drink in the scenery they were passing, as if it was all going to disappear.

“No, it won’t. But life changes, you just have to go with the flow. We’ll survive. You little mechs are tough! You’re built for this,” Darren told him. He reached over and patted the clone’s white shoulder armor. They seemed so – human – sometimes…

Shado’s optics filled with tears. “Our home? Will it still be there?”

Darren considered telling him that it would be all peachy, but then he’d be lying. He’d learned in the Marine Corps to be tough, to make his men tough. To face everything head-on, prepared for the worst – but hoping for the best. “I’m not going to lie to you. It probably won’t be. Most of what we know will be gone soon. A lot of people, and clones, are going to die,” he glanced behind him. The two in the backseat had mineral oil streaming from their optics and down their cheeks. “Now don’t cry boys. You’re mechs now. Just like Beachcomber said! You’re tough! One day humanity will rebound, and we will survive to that day – you understand?!”

“Um, yes,” Shado mumbled.

“I guess,” Blue muttered his face downcast.

“No more fun, huh?” Silver grumbled.

“Alright damnit! Say ‘YES SIR!!!’” Darren barked.

“Uh, yes sir,” the three clones muttered.

“Do I have to kick all of your asses?!? Say YES SIR!!!!” the old Marine growled.

“Yes sir,” they replied half-heartedly.

“YELL IT YOU YELLOW BELLIED WIMPS!!!” he snarled as he shot a look that could kill at them.

“YES SIR!” they yelled in unison.

“That’s better, now I’m going to teach you a little song we Marines sing when we march. I want you mechs to learn it. Have pride in yourselves. You’re the most advanced of your kind! You’re the best, the toughest, the proudest!” Darren was now on a roll now as he gave his crew a pep talk to beat all pep talks. Within an hour, he had them singing the Marine hymn in perfect key.

"Hey team. Listen to MY boys – bet you can’t do better!" Darren challenged over the CB as he continued to follow the two Hummers in front of him. He handed the handset to Shado to hold. And the sound of clone voices raised in song filled the other Hummers, and Beachcomber’s radio:

**From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli,
We fight our country's battles in the air, on land and sea.
First to fight for right and freedom, and to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title of United States Marine.

Our Flag's unfurled to every breeze from dawn to setting sun.
We have fought in every clime and place, where we could take a gun.
In the snow of far off northern lands and in sunny tropic scenes,
You will find us always on the job, the United States Marines.

Here's health to you and to our Corps, which we are proud to serve.
In many a strife we've fought for life and never lost our nerve.
If the Army and the Navy ever look on heaven's scenes,
They will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines.**

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Sharon chuckled as she glanced at her brother. The clones in the back seat had looks of awe on their faces as they listened. “I think that’s a little challenge to you Navy boys – hmmm?” she snickered.

Just then, Drew got on the radio. "Heck of a unit you got there. But you know Navy’s better – just give us a minute or two!"

"Ya, ya, heard that one before. You KNOW my boys just outdid your asses!" Darren’s voice teased.

Sharon’s snicker became a laugh as Daniel began to teach TC and Scream the lyrics to the Naval hymn. She could just imagine Drew and Travis doing the very same thing with the three ground clones crammed in their back seat. Shortly the CB crackled back to life. And once again, clone voices were raised in a military hymn:

**Stand, Navy, out to sea, Fight our battle cry;
We'll never change our course, So vicious foe steer shy-y-y-y.
Roll out the TNT, Anchors Aweigh. Sail on to victory
And sink their bones to Davy Jones, hooray!

Anchors Aweigh, my boys, Anchors Aweigh.
Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.
Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,
Until we meet once more. Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.**

Now Sharon was rolling in barely contained laughter. She knew the men were doing this in order to get the somewhat adolescent clones metas off the disaster, but singing Navy and Marine hymns – good God!?!

“What’s so funny?!? I liked it!” Scream demanded to know.

“Why don’t you make up your own hymn instead of singing ones that don’t really pertain to you?” Sharon chuckled.

Well the little mechs thought that was a grand idea, so for the next hour they hogged the CBs while they collaborated. And then they were done with a short little hymn, and the clones and Beachcomber raised their voices together as one:

**Burn your rubber, my mechs, Extend your wings;
Farewell to silly joys, for we’re alive and free-ee-ee-ee.
This the last day of peace, sing to the stars;
One day we’ll meet again. Here’s praying for a peaceful recharge.**

Sharon looked over at Daniel and smiled. “Different, but appropriate.”

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They were within an hour of their destination, when they saw a small mech limping across the deserted interstate in the distance. Upon reaching him, they realized it was a Decepticon. Rumble to be exact. And in a rather foul mood to be sure! He turned and glared at the stopped convoy, daring to point his gun at them.

BAM!!!! He hit the pavement hard as all his systems shutdown.

Scream leaped out of the Hummer, trotting up to the limp form and kicking him with his thruster. “You’re stupid – you know that?!? Dumbass! Don’t EVER point a gun at my family!!!” he berated the unconscious mech.

Jag ran up to him, whipping out a set of handcuffs and securing the mech.

“Wow, that was some good shooting there,” Beachcomber complimented as he transformed and strolled up from the back of the convoy. He put his own gun away, glad that he didn’t have to use it. He liked these clones’ tactics. They just deactivated and secured their opponents. Didn’t try and kill them or damage them like the Autobots did. “So what are we going to do with him?”

“Leave his tailpipes. Don’t need a stinking loser around,” Speed snorted.

“No wait,” Sharon said, stopping everybody in their tracks as they headed back to the Hummers. She knelt down next to Rumble, staring at his obvious damage. The mech had recently been in a major skirmish. But since the Autobots had evacuated hours ago – who had he fought with? “He’s damaged, and been abandoned by the Decepticons. We can’t just leave him to off-line when the ash cloud hits.”

Daniel came over and saw the fresh damage on the mech. “Wonder who he got into it with? There’s no Autobots but Beachcomber left,” he noted.

“Probably his own self. He’s always been stupid,” Speed chimed in.

“Oh shut up Speed,” Blue snapped.

Jag rubbed his jaw. “You know, you’re right. Who did he fight with?”

Just then, Rumble moaned as he came to. He jerked as he looked up and saw clones standing over him. But then he realized his arms were bound behind his back. “No! The freagers’ caught me! Slaggers!” he shrieked as he tried to stand up and stumble away from them. But considering one of his hip bearings was shot, he made it two feet before falling back to the pavement. Screaming in horror as the Prowl and Sideswipe clones grabbed him.

“Oh shut up Rumble, you know me,” Sharon said as she walked up to the frantic Decepticon.

His red optics fell on her. He quit struggling and blinked as he realized that all of these clones had the strange University symbol for MIT – instead of Autobot or Decepticon insignias. “Dr… Dr Trakersly?” he stammered. Just like the Autobots, most of the Decepticons had seen the woman at their base many times. So most were at least familiar with her.. “Primus! I’m glad I found you!”

Speed was about to insult the damaged mech about the fact that THEY found him – but Blue snapped a hand over his mouth before he could.

“Why were you afraid of the clones at first? And how’d you get damaged?” Sharon asked him as she reached out and gently stroked his helm. She knew how it calmed the clones and hoped it would do the same for mechs.

Rumble’s optics scanned the group, noting the Autobot geologist hanging out in the back. He didn’t want to admit the truth. “Um nothing, it was nothing. Now would you take these cuffs off me and take me wherever you’re going?”

Daniel crossed his arms and studied the mech, just knowing he was hiding something. “So the Decepticons left your tailpipes, hmmm?” he said.

“It’s obvious they did, so you might as well admit it,” Scream added. His optics glittered as he smirked at the captive mech. Somehow; it felt right for him to be dominant over Rumble. Even if he was a mere clone, and Rumble a mech. It just felt – right…

“Ok, ok, you got me on that one. I’m stranded here just like blue baldy is stranded here,” he replied with a nod towards Beachcomber.

“But unlike me, I doubt your’s is on a voluntary basis,” Beachcomber noted with a lazy grin.

“So what? Just let me loose and take me with you!” Rumble growled.

Scream nodded for the humans to let him and the clones handle it. He smirked at Speed. “What do you think Speed? Take him – or leave him to whoever he was running from?”

The Dragstrip clone snickered, giving his standard reply. “Well shit, if he’s such a LOSER that he can’t fend for himself – why do we need him?” he snickered.

“Hey, that’s not fair! There was a dozen of them – and only one me!” Rumble retorted as he struggled in the clones’ grip.

“A dozen of whom?” Blue asked as he cocked his head and gave the mech a curious look.

“Tell us – or we’re leaving your aft for them!” Scream snarled as he got in Rumble’s face so close that their gray noses touched.

“Ok, ok! It’s the fucking psycho clones! I should’ve known better than agree to be dropped off! Should’ve known they’d be advanced!” he stammered, spilling his guts in an effort to get them to take him with them.

“What do you mean ‘advanced’?” Sharon growled as she pushed Scream aside. “Are you telling me that you know about the malicious program?!”

Rumble looked around anxiously. He’d said too much – and he knew it. Clamping his mouth shut, he tried not to say anything more.

“Did you motherfuckers create this program?! Tell me now – or by God we’ll do worse than just leave your aft. We’ll tie you to a telephone pole so these ‘psycho clones’ can have you!” Sharon snarled as she put a finger in his face.

“Well, um, it wasn’t MY idea! It was Soundwave’s. Don’t blame me! I was just followin’ orders!” Rumble pleaded as he struggled again. But then he screamed in fear as he saw the clones who had originally attacked him, coming over the field. “Akkkk! They’re here! Shit! Get us out of here!” he shrieked.

The group turned and saw the crazed ground clones heading towards them. The four military men glanced at each other, not a one had easy access to a gun.

“Air assault wings. Take them out! Live fire on full power!” Daniel barked.

So used to this command in training, the four flyer clones took to the air without a second thought. Heading straight for their targets with weapons powering up…

“Load up! Load up!” Darren barked. He grabbed Rumble by an arm, throwing him into the backseat of the nearest SUV. Humans climbed in, tires squealing as the Hummers pulled away. The four ground clones hopped into Beachcomber as he transformed and followed the convoy, their weapons all activated as they kept their optics locked behind on the road behind them.

Within minutes, mini fighters zoomed over them, falling into formation as they followed along from above. "All targets destroyed, and we stripped their weapons. We have the small arms within our cockpits," Scream reported over the CB frequency. The tone of self-satisfaction flowing through the air waves….

"Congratulations on your first successful mission boys!" Drew hollered in reply. He felt tears in his eyes, for in a strange sense they seemed like sons to the fatherless man. He had trained so intensely over the years with them – it swelled him up with paternal pride to have seen them complete their first true mission without even a lick of fear.

Sharon added her voice to the congratulations, knowing that her four flyers were beaming in happiness at the compliments. But then she turned in her seat and glared at the handcuffed Decepticon in the back seat. “Now you, my friend, are going to tell me EVERYTHING…” she growled.

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The group looked down at the sprawling FedEx air hub. A place that should be bustling with activity was now a virtual ghost town. Most of the big jets were locked in the massive hangars. But since all planes had had to land at the nearest airports, there were several UPS and passenger jets dotting the runway. But most of the semis were gone.

“They probably loaded up as many people as they could in the semi trailers, leaving the back door cracked,” Travis noted. He looked through his binoculars at the place, noting the dozens of security clones they had left behind.

“Well, under the circumstances, they couldn’t very well just leave them. Perhaps they took them to the nearest civilian airports,” Drew said. He too was looking through his binoculars, scoping the place out. They still had many hours before the ash cloud should reach them, so there was no need to go rushing into anything.

“Let’s get the ECE’s on, just in case we meet trouble with a capital C,” Daniel ordered with a glance at Rumble.

Rumble’s hands were now free. His hip bearing was still damaged, but he’d have to wait until they’d secured the FedEx hub and settled down to wait out the ash fall before he was repaired. Since he had no real choice in the matter, he’d sworn temporary allegiance to the team. And now followed the humans’ orders… He just prayed that it wouldn’t be nearly as long as Beachcomber predicted – before the mechs could come back to Earth. He really didn’t relish the thought of following their orders for years on end.

He watched as the humans pulled out these weird looking suits from the storage units on top of the Hummers. Within minutes, he couldn’t tell one from the other, except for the shorter stature of the woman. They almost looked like mechs in these ECE things! They each grabbed one or two of the clone handguns that Scream had so tactfully decided to relieve the off-lined clones of. Rumble couldn’t help but stare at the mini clone of his Air Commander, amazed at how much a leader the clone had turned out to be.

“Have Shado cloak and take a close up scan of all the security clones. Then we’ll know how many we may have to take out – and where they are,” Darren advised.

Shado nodded as Sharon handed him the handheld energy frequency scanner. Then, he disappeared as he engaged his cloak and walked calmly towards the FedEx hub.

“You know, a team with such diverse capabilities is going to be fun to work with,” Darren noted. His gold-coated facemask looking over at Daniel.. The group could almost feel the old Marine’s wink.

“Well, just thank God that we never grew up and liked to play ‘survivor men’ and ‘war games’ with our clones,” Daniel replied. The nod of his helmet was the only outward emotion visible.

“Ok, you’ll finally hear me say this Daniel. I’m glad you’re immature,” Sharon chuckled. Her shoulder armor rocked slightly in response.

“I just have to know one thing Professor,” Travis said as he peered down at the FedEx hub, his cybernetic helmet automatically focusing in like a pair of the best binoculars.

“What’s that?”

“Who’s cockimammy idea was it to make us look like some Halo convention freaks?!” he asked in mock seriousness.

“What’s wrong with Halo? I LOVE that game!” TC snorted. Puffing up in indignity, he crossed his arms and glared at the man’s back.

“Me too! I’m at level 20!” Jester added.

“You’re such a freagin’ loser Jester! Level 20? That’s child’s play,” Speed snorted. The Dragstrip clone jutted his chin out in pride.

“Well, there’s your answer Major,” Sharon purred as she looked over at him.

“You’re kidding me right?!? You’re not saying that clones came up with these suits?!?” Travis exclaimed in disbelief.

“What can I say? Playing Halo gave them the idea, and I just collaborated with them,” Sharon admitted with a shrug. “Just put my name on it, since no one gives grants to clones.”

“Pigs have got to be flying… Oh wait, the world’s ending – so that explains it,” Travis muttered.

Drew made the twilight zone song in a low whistle…..

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Note: Don't worry, smut/slash coming soon to a chapter near you!! **smirk**
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