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Meet Thy Fate	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 1472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meet Thy Fate
- 2-Part 2 (NC mind rape)
- 1
- 2
**Meet thy Fate part 2**

“Scavanger, Falcon, Sideswipe – secure them.” The massive Autobot ordered as he nodded for them to herd the other dimension’s Autobots into a group. Turning his attention to a blue Autobot who’d just appeared with another Guardian Seeker; “Red Alert, can you hack into their systems?”

The cool soldier nodded for his Guardian partner to get to work. “Yes Optimus, shouldn’t be an issue for Contrail.”

At the mention of his name, the ‘captured’ Autobots mouths fell open in total shock. They stared from him to their own Optimus – who was still dealing with a very angry Guardian right now.

The Armada Prime didn’t seem terribly worried though. Ignoring the tense captives, he motioned for the fire engine to come down off the ladder. “You – what is your designation?” he asked as the smaller mech’s peds touched the floor.

Inferno’s optics were huge at this point. He’d expected a couple of Guardians to show up or something – not the entire ‘family’ of mechs and Guardians! He glanced over at his comrades, who were now glaring at him. “Um, Inferno, sir!” he replied with a slight straightening of his shoulder armor. His comrades should’ve believed him… This never would’ve been necessary if they had!

The big mech nodded and extended his hand in greeting. His optics drifted over to the black Guardian as he did so. “What are you doing Raptor?” he asked even as he shook hands with Inferno.

Raptor had connected wirelessly with the matrix within the dimension’s Prime the second she had landed on him. It was simple really. After all, it had originated with her – so she had all the administrator override programs locked deep within her own processor core. The matrix opened its core programs to her, and through the integral connection it maintained within the Prime carrier – she now controlled his systems as well. In an instant, Optimus Prime had found himself paralyzed and helpless as his primary motor controls suddenly went off line.

He stared in amazement at the black femme as she straddled him. Casually, she tossed her laser sword up in the air. The weapon split into the three tiny mechs who made it. From the question of the other Prime, it was obvious that this femme’s designation was ‘Raptor’. Very fitting considering the success of their sneak attack. An evil smirk crossed her face plate as she tapped his hood with a digit – his systems opening it at her unspoken command. “I’m deciding if this Prime deserves to keep possession of MY matrix,” she replied.

Optimus’s spark pulsed wildly at the connotation in those few words. The way they were spoken, and the fact that this Guardian had been accompanied by Autobots – another apparent Prime to be exact – left little doubt in his meta that she spoke the truth. His energy fields fluxed as her digits slipped over his very spark chamber – caressing the matrix nestled tightly against it.

Armada Prime sighed and walked over to her. Placing a hand on one of her wings, he got her to glance up at him. “Is this really necessary?” he asked.

The femme shook him off, her attention back on her helpless quarry. “The easiest way for us to know what has happened and what needs to be done – is in him.” She nodded at the big Autobot commander. “You do your job – and I’ll do mine.”

He seemed unsure as he glanced from the prone Prime to his mate. He sensed a kindred spark nearby. Sensed the very emotions that he was feeling! Studying the chassis of their Prime – he realized that he was looking at another dimensional version of himself.

Raptor had once told him that she’d always run across another Optimus in every dimension she had traveled. And here – now… He was actually meeting another one as well. He was certain of it! He was so spark-linked to this mech, that he could even feel his mate’s weight straddling his chassis – as if it were his own. “He is me…” he noted, his commanding voice becoming slightly softer. Reaching out, he touched the face mask of the other Optimus.

Raptor frowned a tad. “I knew that the second we entered this dimension.” Her digits became more firm on the surface of the spark chamber she touched. The familiar feel of her bond mate’s spark energy tickling her circuits – even though this Optimus wasn’t actually HER mate. “Pity. Just means if I kick your tail pipes like you deserve – MY mate will suffer as well!” she smirked at the captive Prime.

Optimus shifted his optics from femme to mech and back again. He too felt the nearness of a kindred spark. His own pulsed wildly under the femme’s hand. He wasn’t used to being this helpless… This exposed to all… He couldn’t even speak – for his systems had betrayed him. Through the matrix, this Guardian – had now assumed control of his every servo…

Armada Optimus nodded - his optics full of thoughtfulness. “I’m glad you realize that, Raptor. Be gentle with your interrogation.” With that, he walked off. His booming voice filled the commandeered base with orders – which both the Guardians and Armada Autobots leapt to obey.

The lighter-built Prime locked optics with the femme, even as he felt her using the power of his link with the matrix to tear through his firewalls one-by-one. The invasion broke through them as if they were nothing but the thinnest of plastic. He felt her shut down his interface nets – even before he realized that they were reacting to her nearness… To her intimate touch on his spark chamber and the matrix.

'If I’d known….' he thought to himself, a flood of regret washing over him. Willingly, he lowered his remaining firewalls – knowing she now knew those thoughts. He wanted her to know that it was all just a simple misunderstanding… Wanted this to end peacefully, without loss of any of his mechs… A brief flash of a superimposed image crossed over her as he did so. Making her appear to be Elita One for the briefest of moments before flying away into nothingness…. Optimus gasped in reaction to the powerful emotion that washed over him in reaction. Emotion now overshadowed by the relentless encroachment of the strange femme into his very meta…

She snorted - her optics narrowing. 'Without loss of YOUR mechs!' She snarled in his meta. She ripped into his deepest memory files then. Copying and downloading in a blur so fast that the mech himself couldn’t keep up…

Her emotions were as clear to him – as his were to her. Optimus felt her rage… A rage overshadowed by such a deep and profound fear – that it shook him to his very core… His optics faded slightly as he realized the depth of her concern for the young Guardian he had so callously sent out on a suicide mission. So callously sent out because he’d just blindly believed what his optics told him of her abilities. 'Is she truly a civilian?' He whispered in his meta.

Raptor had now broken into his core files. With ease, she began to zip and download every classified bit of information that might be of use to the Special Ops team. Her optics softened slightly as she felt the honesty in his question. In a flash, she downloaded a brief vision of what Sunspot had been in her home dimension. Of a terribly shy femme, who lived in her clock of secrecy. Of that youngster, wrapped in the comforting strong arms of her grandfather who’d raised her…. Crying about disappointing the family…

Tears filled Optimus’s optics as he opened the small file. He understood the true depth of his error then. His very spark felt torn in two. His own arms aching to hold the shy granddaughter he now felt as much his – as his counterpart’s. 'And… Hunter?' He didn’t know if he wanted to ask – or even know – what his connection would be with the arrogant bounty hunter. But he had to. It was because of her return with three of his mechs – that they had even learned of their great mistake. Fearlessly, the arrogant Guardian had zoomed off to save the civilian they’d so ruthlessly forced to go into danger… His thoughts drifted to his last sighting of her.. Silver tipped wings disappearing into the emptiness of space..

'She was the top of her class,' Raptor’s thoughts interluded upon his. A vision of Decepticon Seekers and Guardian Seekers in full battle training filled his RAM. He had no problem picking out the bounty hunter amongst them. She flew next to a brilliant red Decepticon, easily matching him move for move. A beautifully deadly dance of pure brilliance… 'Her father is the commander of our Decepticon allies. She is our granddaughter…' The strangely-accented voice filled his meta.

He felt her begin to slip out of his meta, leaving an aching emptiness in its wake. An emptiness he had not felt since the loss of his dear Elita. A stray vision of her flashed through his RAM drive. A flash easily caught by the Guardian not yet fully disconnected.

Raptor’s meta flooded back over him like an unstoppable wave. Following the link to the files on Elita – she encroached upon the most vulnerable and hidden part of his memory banks. Shocked at the sudden assault, Optimus tried to fight back. But as quick as he put up new firewalls – she blew through them in a brilliant wash of data flow. 'Please… Don’t do this…' he pleaded to her through their intimate link.

Unstoppable, she flooded into him, greedily copying all his files concerning his life with Elita… Her death… His love… His angst…. The mech went totally limp underneath her as she ravaged his mind like no other. His intake gasping for air as he succumbed to the total and complete rape of his meta… Finally… blessedly… she stopped her assault and pulled out.. But he was laid naked before her judging optics now… She knew every error in judgment… Every mistake he’d made that had ended in tragedy…

He felt her release her connection to the matrix. His hood closed, protecting it inside him again. Why had she let him keep it after everything he’d done so wrong? Optimus had no idea. He lay there submissively underneath her for a moment, even as his motor system came back on line. Their optics locked as each studied the other.

“You have a much closer relationship with our family – than you’ll ever know,” Raptor whispered to him. Then suddenly, her weight no longer weighed him down.

He sat up, his meta reeling slightly in confusion at it all. “Raptor? I….”

Her optics were hard as ice as they met his. “Get over there with your men,” she ordered.

Not knowing what was truly happening, but sure that the Guardian ‘Special Ops’ team was solely focused on the rescue mission of their Guardians – Optimus staggered slightly as he obeyed her order. He trembled a bit as Ultra Magnus reached out for him, steadying him as he leaned against his strong shoulder.

“Are you ok Optimus?” he asked in a worried tone.

Prowl looked him over. His soft touch belaying his deep concern for the leader… “What did she do to you? Is the matrix secure?”

Gathering himself once more, Optimus straightened his shoulders and stood on his own again. “She downloaded everything,” he informed them.

All of his officers stared at him in a mixture of disbelief – and horror. To have broken into a mech’s processors so thoroughly and easily – was unthinkable! And these ‘invaders’ now knew all of their secrets!

“Everything?” Ultra Magnus prodded him. The big mech wasn’t able to believe the Guardian had managed that. She’d only been linked with him for a few astrominutes at best.

Optimus nodded, his optics as cold as stone. “Down to Elita.”

Every Autobot knew the story. Every one understood how deep and personal the pain of her loss was to the great soldier. For the Guardian have to even broken into those memories…. How dare she!!! It was worse than raping a mech!

His bond mate studied him with understanding optics, for Elita had been his sister. But there were more pressing matters right now. Namely, the fact that their base was now invaded by other-dimensional mechs – which didn’t seem overly friendly to them at the moment…. Well, except for Inferno that is… His optics shifted to the fire engine. Who was moving amongst the Guardian/mech forces as if he was one of them. “What do they want?” he whispered to Optimus.

“Their Guardians that we lost.” His optics also began to follow Inferno around. His meta wondering just how the mech had managed to call Spot’s ‘family’ in the first place.

“Is it true that Spot was an honest civilian?” the blue mech’s voice broke slightly as he asked.

Optimus nodded, not even bothering to say a word.

“No one builds a civilian-bot like her! They’re lying!” Sunstreaker snarled. Further commentary was stopped as one of the biggest Autobots guarding them suddenly grabbed him by his throat in a flash of movement so fast – that even Prowl stepped back in shock.

The big mech lifted up the yellow mech, not the slightest bit bothered by his useless hits on his arm. “You’ve much to learn about Guardians,” Armada Scavenger said with a smirk. “Perhaps I should mention your little comment to Raptor?” he taunted.

A small blue Autobot next to him snickered, his optics gleaming in mischief. “She’s got a bad habit of droppin’ us ground mechs, bro,” he snickered. Lifting one of his hands as high as he could, he made a whooooshing sound as he dove it down, ending with a ‘BOOOM! Oh, frag that hurt…’ right afterwards. Making it quite obvious to all the ground mechs – what he meant by her dropping them…

Sunstreaker struggled in vain, glaring daggers at the powerful Autobot. “You’ve got a lot to learn about us, you rust bucket! We don’t take kindly to mechs just waltzin’ in our base and doing as they please!”

“Sunstreaker – stand down!” Pushing through his tightly packed officers, Optimus reached out to his mech. Who had the appearance of a cat toy being dangled high above the ground….

The grizzled mech gave the gladiator a smug smirk. “Obviously you mechs don’t have much of a security system – much less soldiers,” he insulted. Casually, he tossed the mech down as if he was nothing but a ball.

An indignant howl of disbelief burst from Sunstreaker’s vocals as he hit the ground and slid through his comrades. Sparks flew from his tail pipes – and he just KNEW his paintjob was totally ruined! “I’m gonna so make you pay for that!” he snarled as he jumped to his peds and ran at the mech.

He was stopped in mid-stride by his own comrades. Grabbing him, they threw him to the ground and held him there before he could add any more fuel to the situation.

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“Scavenger, Sideswipe – stand down,” Armada Optimus ordered with a quick glance behind him. Assuming they’d obeyed his order, he turned his full attention back to his men. It was obvious that he had more disciplined troops than the other Prime, for the big mech just smirked and said no more. He didn’t need to – for his optics said enough.

“Shields down sir,” Red Alert reported. His hands glided over the computer inputs, digits a blur as he punched in codes. With a nod to the Guardian assisting him, he read some more incoming data. “We’ve killed the long range sensor grid as well. Shouldn’t trigger the alarms when they arrive.”

“Blurr – report,” their leader turned his optics to a silver soldier. Who was now sitting at the Autobot’s communications center.

Several of the captive Autobots gasped in disbelief. This was their Blurr??? No fraggin’ way!!! And their Red Alert, and Sideswipe?!? Their disbelief grew….

The local Sunstreaker pushed through his friends, until he was almost face plate – to – face plate with the Armada mech with his twin’s name. They stared at each other long and hard. Both of them felt the slight link between them…. The Armada Sideswipe didn’t seem the least bit phased though. A grin appeared on his face plate. “Well Scavenger, these definitely ain’t the mechs Raptor grew up with,” he snickered.

“Why’s that?” He flexed his treads as he nodded at the one named Sunstreaker. They were far from done with their little feud… Another time…

The dull colored Sideswipe pulled his counterpart’s twin closer for a good look. He cocked his head in amusement as they studied each other. “Well, he IS my twin – but he’s not that other twin. Remember him? Those mechs that stumbled into our dimension through the warp gate accident.”

“I do recall that unruley bunch. Didn’t they piss off their Decepticon allies or something?” Scavenger’s strong gaze stayed on Sunstreaker, making the smaller mech back up slightly.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that. But THAT twin was cool as hell – this twin is a dud. Know what I mean bro?”

Sunstreaker glowered at his ‘twin’, almost losing his temper for the second time in just as many astro minutes. “I’m no ‘dud’ – whatever the frag THAT means!” he replied in a low and threatening tone.

The dull colored Sideswipe just shrugged, and with a grin let him go. Turning to the silver-tipped Guardian next to him, he elbowed her. “It’s gonna be such a blast to blow up a base or two don’t ya think?” he asked with a conspiratorial wink.

Her wings bristling with missiles, she gave him a nod accompanied by a slight upturning of her lips. But her optics were locked on those whom she was charged with guarding. Optics filled with an obvious eagerness to see battle.

Scavenger about knocked over the small mech as he laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. Leaning down, he gave him a serious glare. “Battle is not to be face lightheartedly. It is serious business.”

Shrugging him off, the younger mech just snickered. “Been there done that – or don’t you remember, old timer?”

“I remember a certain groupie who tracked us down after a particular officer had saved his aft. If my memory serves me right – he found that youngster hog-tied upside down and screaming for help like a sparkling.” Scavenger’s optics gleamed in amusement.

The captive Autobots listened to the exchange between the pair for a bit. They seemed – normal, just like them. Now, having a feel for them – they decided that they could join into the conversation with them.

“Sounds like some of our troops,” Ultra Magnus chuckled with a quick glance at Optimus.

The powerful mech turned his optics to him. The two studied each other for a brief moment before he spoke. “Seems to be a constant plague on us. You get one trained – then another wannabe appears.”

“I am NOT a wannabe!” Armada Sideswipe snorted. He tapped the Guardian’s wing, looking for support, as he now had not only Scavenger – but also their ‘captives’ – giving him the critical look-over.

Meeting his optics, she nodded her agreement to his statement.

This caused Scavenger to roar in laughter. “When only your MATE backs you up – you have issues,” he taunted.

Sideswipe huffed a bit, but an elbow from his mate stopped him from burning back. Her optics told him that he was entering a losing battle with the elder.

Ultra Magnus matched the big mech’s chuckle. “Youngsters, full of energy and eagerness – got to love ‘em.” He felt a kindred spark within the soldier. A soldier apparently as old and wise as he himself was.

“You may love them – they are nothing but a meta ache to train.” Scavenger gave the mech a comradely pat on his shoulder mount.

“So, are we your prisoners?” Prowl asked him, the ever pragmatic police clone more interested in developing a strategy on how to deal with these new Autobots – than becoming ‘friendly’ with them.

Scavenger shrugged, but didn’t budge. “Just keeping you out of our way. Would hate to let you screw things up again.”

Prowl noted that the other mechs had now taken out the base’s defensive grid, and had broadcasted to the other Autobot bases that their communications equipment was being shut down for a particular time frame. Obviously, they didn’t want the other Autobot forces to realize that they were here. “What are you planning?” he prodded.

Deciding that it really wasn’t important to keep it a secret from them – since they would know in a matter of astro minutes anyways – Scavenger shrugged again, “bringing in the rest of the family,” he explained.

Peds shuffled uncomfortably as the Autobots glanced at each other. They’d thought that this was the entire Special Ops force that had come. How many more were there???

“We really fragged this up if they’re sending this many!” Ultra Magnus whispered to Optimus.

“It’s not like that at all,” the young Guardian femme said. She glanced around the command center, at the Autobots and Guardians who were working in perfect synch with each other. “This is just the Autobot half of the family.”

This caused quite the stir among the captured Autobots. Optimus’s optics went wide in surprise. Pushing past the big mech, he marched right up to his counterpart. “You are NOT landing Decepticons at our primary base!” he demanded.

Armada Prime turned and met his optics, his demeanor as calm and in control as ever. “They are our allies – members of our Guardian family,” he stated.

“Every Autobot base will go on immediate code red if you do. They CAN’T land here!” Optimus slammed his fist down on his own command console. He couldn’t believe that he was standing here, arguing with himself over this. The mech had to know that they had automatic alert systems in place for a sneak attack by cons. Landing them here would trigger it!

“We’ve shut those systems down. All your other bases will see standard readouts,” Raptor said as she walked up to the pair. Giving Optimus a wink, she added “Thanks for that info.”

His mouth fell open in shock at her boldness, even more so as she grabbed his arm. “Let’s go meet with our son-in-law shall we?” In the blink of an optic, he was no longer in the command center any more. They now stood on the edge of the base’s runway, overlooking the large lake next to it. Why, he had no clue. And he truly had no clue about her reference to a ‘son-in-law’. What in the slaggers was that?!?

His mechs who were on duty at the time, began to run towards him, surprised at the sudden appearance of their leader – and the strange Seeker standing next to him. He lifted his hand, signaling them that everything was ok. They lowered their weapons, talking to each other in low tones as they tried to figure out what was going on.

The femme transformed next to him. “Climb on,” she ordered.

“Why?” He wasn’t sure he really wanted to be alone with this Guardian. After all, she’d already raped his meta. What else was she capable of?

“Because, with you standing on his deck – your mechs will not open fire. Climb on!” Her wings wiggled a bit. “You want this to be peaceful – don’t you?” her tone was full of threat, and he had the sneaking suspicion that she’d not think twice about throwing the base’s entire staff into their own brig – and leaving them to rust while her force ran everything without them.

With a resigned sigh, he nodded and slowly climbed on. Laying his chassis across her topline, he propped his peds against her strangely angled tail fins for more security. “You mind telling me on who’s deck I’m supposed to stand on?”

Before he even finished the question, she had warped again. They were now soaring at high altitude, heading straight for a strangely built ship of large size. The Decepticon insignias bright on its – or his – sides… Numerous wings of Seekers fell into formation next to them. The Decepticons evenly intermixed with the Guardians.

“The base has been secured for final approach?” a red Decepticon Seeker asked as he fell in right off her starboard side. His voice was slightly different in tone, but Optimus instinctively knew that this was their dimension’s Starscream. His battle processor leapt online in a flash…

“We are ready for final approach. Window of five astrominutes before base systems come back online,” Raptor replied.

“I assume that this is their Prime,” his tone was almost as sarcastic as Scavenger’s had been, making it obvious that he wasn’t highly impressed by him.

Optimus couldn’t help but bristle a bit at the insult implied by his tone. But he bit his words before they escaped his lip components. Swapping insults with the Decepticon allies of his Autobot counterpart would not further the cause of rescuing their Guardians – and perhaps his own missing mechs. “Yes, and can I make the assumption that you are their Starscream?” He kept his true emotions hidden from his voice, which was actually a fairly difficult task. His history with the traitorous Seeker was long and rocky.

The red Seeker snickered. Showing off a bit, he casually rolled over them, flying upside down above them. The clear canopy of his cockpit actually touched Optimus’s back armor. “The supreme ruler of the Decepticon faction,” he replied. Pride dripped off every syllable. Optimus swore he could actually feel the sticky mass begin to coat him…

“So Megatron is dead in your dimension,” Optimus dryly noted. His voice was so low that only Raptor could hear his words. That’s the only way a Starscream could ever gain command wasn’t it?

“And Starscream was the only Decepticon who had the honor to sacrifice himself to try to stop him. He died valiantly in one-on-one combat,” Raptor informed him.

Optimus swore he could actually feel the Decepticon flying above him swell up in pride at the compliment. Apparently, this Starscream wasn’t quite the cowardly traitor that their Starscream was - Or was he? “Fair combat?” he asked.

The Seeker began to snort a reply – thoroughly insulted. But Raptor cut him off. “Fair combat in front of all the Autobot and Decepticon forces.”

Optimus mulled over the connotation of this. This was a Decepticon that their Prime’s mate deeply respected, which most likely meant that her mate shared her view. A situation he’d never run across before. Perhaps a situation to learn from? Choosing his words carefully, he replied, “I’m deeply honored to serve with one such as you. Our Decepticon foes could learn much from the likes of one so honorable.” True, he was slightly fudging the truth. Though if cons actually had some semblance of honor….

Apparently, his ploy worked. The red Seeker rolled away from them. His words of greeting floating back to them on the wind. The satisfied tone in his voice easily decipherable… Prime gripped tightly as Raptor banked hard to follow the Decepticon leader. Her contrails following in their wake…. “You’ve shown a measure of tact, Optimus. Perhaps you shall actually earn the right to keep the matrix.”

He merely nodded in reply. His face mask rubbing the smooth canopy of her cockpit as he did so. Now he knew without a doubt that the Guardian commander was watching him carefully… Studying him, even as she worked with her allies in orchestrating the rescue of the lost Guardians… If he was careful, very careful, his missing mechs might also be included in that rescue.

And that was all he had hoped for in the first place – was it not?

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Raptor lent him a stabilizing hand as the great Decepticon Aircraft carrier plummeted towards the lake which bordered the Autobot base. Bending his legs and pressurizing his hydraulics, Optimus nodded to her as he accepted the assistance. He could imagine the turbulence that was soon to come. And standing on the flight deck watching as they approached their landing coordinates was probably not the safest place to be. In fact, they were the only ones doing such. The rest of the Decepticon/Guardian air force was air born and flanking the ship named Tidal Wave.

But he understood why she had placed them there. He watched as his mechs scrambled, preparing for the attack they assumed was happening. As they looked up and saw him standing there as if HE was in command of the great force – their weapons began to clang to the ground as they gaped in amazement. He glanced next to him, at the Guardian who’d ambushed him… Raping his processors through the very matrix he held so dear… He should feel animosity towards her. He had every right to. Yet, his processor kept trying to overlay the image of his deceased love over her.

Blinking his optics rapidly, he forced those images back into the recesses of his memory banks. Why they kept doing this – he just couldn’t understand! This femme was nothing like his dear Elita. This femme took what she wanted – when she wanted. Without even sparing a moment to ask for consent! But yet…. His optics drifted over to her again. Wouldn’t Elita have done the same if he had been in mortal danger? He compared the two femmes – one dead, one living – for the briefest of moments. Yes, Elita would’ve come storming in like a demon if she’d been put in a similar situation… They were more alike than different it seemed.

He watched the squadrons of Decepticons and Guardians as they swirled around the great mech upon which he stood. His meta still amazed that a single faction could mobilize both of the Cybertronian factions like this. That a single religious sect like the Guardians could keep the two groups of mechs living together in relative harmony. Especially a sect led by the femme mate of an Autobot Prime…. It just didn’t fit with his experience with the Decepticons. He needed to know how it worked. How they kept the glue bonding them so strong…

“Why do the Decepticons accept your leadership during these missions? They aren’t known for their skills of cooperation,” he asked her, keeping his voice as low as he could. After all, they were standing on one of those mechs.

Raptor’s lips curled up in an ironic smirk. “Don’t beat around the bush Prime,” she replied. Turning her head, her strange optics met his. Her very spark visible through the clear lenses… “What you really want to know is why they accept it – from the mate of a Prime. Am I correct?”

Not used to such bluntness, the mech simply nodded. It was a fair enough question – was it not?

The femme chuckled sadly. “Optimus was far from my first mate – though he will be my final mate. I’ve called many ‘mates’. More like temporary partners truth be told.” She paused while they braced against the impact of Tidal Wave’s landing. The spray that he threw up high in the air came down in glistening rivets, coating them both in a light covering of cooling water. She met his optics again. “From Decepticon Commanders – to agents of the greatest evil,” she added. Nothing more was spoken on the topic – for she turned and nodded for him to follow her..

He mulled over her words as he followed after those shimmering black/gold wings. So she’d sided with both Decepticons and Autobots in the past, before finding her soul mate in his counterpart? Yes, he could see how Decepticons could get along with her then. She would understand them – having lived amongst them as one of their leader’s partners.

Now he understood what a complicated femme she was. She was also so much like his long-dead love – he could see why his counterpart had chosen her. But she was also so very different in many ways. Optimus was becoming truly fascinated now. His goals were now not just to convince them to rescue his mechs – but to also understand the relationship between this Guardian and his counterpart….

He gasped as he recalled what the Guardian had said concerning Hunter: 'Her father is the commander of our Decepticon allies. She is our granddaughter.' His optics drifted up to that very Seeker who was now leading his troops as they landed. He saw the same emotion of deep concern etched onto Starscream’s face plate – as he had felt within Raptor’s spark. Yes, he had to understand the relationships between Guardians and mechs…

An understanding that might help him find a way to use the Guardians to help create peace in his own dimension….

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Note: yeah, little long, and in some ways I still feel like I left some things out… And there will be some Smut action in the next chapter...
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