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Age of the Machine (Market Comodity 3)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A.o.M. part 1
- 2-A.o.M. 2
- 3-A.o.M 3
- 4-A.oM.4
- 5-AoM 5
- 6-AoM 6
- 7-AoM 7
- 8-AoM 8
- 9-AoM 8-1/2
- 10-AoM 9
- 11-AoM 10
- 12-AoM 11
- 13-AoM 12
- 14-Once upon a time
- 15-AoM 13
- 16-AoM 14
- 17-AoM 15
- 18-AoM 16
- 19-AoM 17
- 20-Family Ties
- 21-AoM 18
- 22-Family Ties Pt 2
- 23-AoM19
- 24-Family Ties Pt 3
- 25-AoM 20
- 26-Family Ties Pt 4
- 27-AoM 21
- 28-AOM 22
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**Age of the Machines part 2**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

Opie’s pump jumped as the fighter squadron zipped over his head. Glancing up, he couldn’t help but clench his hands in muted excitement as the dull red of the faded sun glinted off red wing edges. The wing edges of his beauty!

Rover pegged him hard in the shoulder armor.

Stumbling at the same time as his optics were so rudely torn from those graceful wings, the Prime clone rubbed his shoulder. “What was that for?” he asked in a quiet voice.

The Ironhide clone snorted and nodded towards the dirty sky. “THAT was for actin’ like some love sick puppy,” he teased in a low whisper.

Since none of the mentor clones was close by, Opie puffed up a tad as they walked next to the slowly moving semi trailer. He felt more confident around the other recruits who had been rescued with him. So he wasn’t about to let his friend get away with the teasing. “No I wasn’t,” he shot back in a hushed tone.

Rover glanced around them, making sure that none of the officers were close. He was as nervous as the rest of the rescued clones about making their new mentors mad. “If it weren’t for that cotton-pickin’ face mask of ya’rs – ya’d be eatin’ this ash-mud with ya’re gapin’ trap,” he snickered.

Had it really been THAT obvious? Opie thought to himself. But he wasn’t about to admit it to Rover. Instead, he figured that a better tactic was to deflect the clone’s teasing. “Not as bad as you do whenever SHE walks by!” he whispered, giving a nod in the direction of the semi in front of them where the femmes were slogging through the half-frozen ash-mud.

That got him. Rover’s face plate heated up. “Ah shucks Opie, but she’s cute,” he mumbled. His optics danced over those sensuous curves… Those beautiful tail pipes… Even coated in mud – the femme was incredible!

The Optimus look-a-like chuckled; somehow he just knew how to get to ‘ol Rover. A memory echo flashed over him. A sense of knowing this clone for a millennia… Opie shook his head, causing the memory echo to flee back into the deep recesses of his meta. He glanced at the other clone, who was in fact just as ‘young’ as he was, but somehow it still felt ‘right’ to think of him as ‘ol Rover… “Cute in a dominatrix kind of way,” he teased, “how can you like a femme that’s meaner than a snake?”

Rover sighed, his optics getting a rather dreamy gleam to them. “She’s tougher than nails,” he murmured.

“Still got your optics super-glued to her tailpipes?” Beavis snickered as he trotted/trudged through the knee deep muck. His engine strained with the effort, causing steam to rise off his chassis in the frigid air.

Opie looked back, nodding for the clone to join them. Grabbing the side of the slowly moving trailer with a hand for support, he allowed the Hot Rod clone to lean on him. “He’s so stuck on her – but yet he can’t even make a peep when she walks by,” he whispered in a conspiratorial tone.

Beavis grinned, more than ready to enjoy teasing the other recruit. But then he slipped, falling to his knee in the muck. He gasped as pain shot through him – which wasn’t from his knee at all, but from his port being twisted. A port that wasn’t empty.

“You ok?” Rover asked. He put his arm under Beavis’s other one, helping Opie to heft the orange clone up to his peds. They actually carried him along for a few strides, until the clone regained his footing in the slippery muck that covered the interstate.

“Yeah, uh,” Beavis gasped for breath. His meta processor begged for him to sit down.. To lie still and let his internal repair systems work on the slight tear that the stick within his port had caused. But he couldn’t. If he stopped, then the Unit would have to stop. Then they’d make him get examined by the medics. The recruits’ secret would be out! They’d get mad at them! Maybe even kick them out of the Unit.. Leave them in the horrifying desolate wilds! Grinding his dental plates together, he forced himself to ignore the pain signals streaming up through his interface networks. “I’ll be… fine.”

“The stick?” Opie whispered. His optics scanned his friend in concern.

The Hot Rod clone could do nothing more than grind his dental plates together and nod.

Rover and Opie locked optics over the staggering form they supported between them. They both knew what kind of agony the youngster had to be suffering. “We’re due a rest break in thirty minutes,” Rover whispered, “Think we can figure out how to remove it without their knowing?”

The Prime clone nodded, and began to think up some kind of plan as he struggled through the half-frozen mud while supporting half of Beavis’s weight.

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“You boys look like hell,” Teal snickered as the group of femmes walked by.

Fuchsia gave the Optimus clone a friendly smile. “Here, you look like you two need it,” she said in a soft voice as she handed the cute clone and the orange one in his lap some Dr. Pepper and mineral oil drinks. She felt a twinge of slight jealousy towards the orange clone. He was reclining in the shy clone’s lap.. A place that she’d love to be! Maybe then, Opie would actually look up and talk to her?

“You’re too gentle with ‘em Fuchsia. They need to toughen up and get with the program!” the Chromia clone teased. She gave Rover a snort as she tossed him his mixed beverage.

Rover and Opie could do nothing more than nod, their optics glued to the ground and their mouths clamped shut. They weren’t used to femme clones at all. Especially not ones so dominate and well-adjusted.

From one of the Hummers two hundred feet in front of them, mens’ voices could be heard.

“Travis and Drew want us!” Teal exclaimed. Grabbing the Elita One clone’s arm, she dragged her through the muck. Their humans wanted them!!!

“Ya know, I remember bein’ like that when I was first activated,” Rover mumbled as he shook up his mixed drink.

“Me too, it was nice having a human to call my own,” Opie agreed. His shoulders drooped as he remembered his human. She had been so wonderful…

Beavis cringed as he wiggled against his friend. He’d been happy that Opie’d let him sit on his lap, it kept pressure off of his aching port. “Don’t you notice that Fuchsia keeps trying to flirt with you?” he teased his friend. He took a sip of his drink, trying to forget his pain.

Pouring a little bit of his mineral oil drink into a hand, the Prime clone lubricated his digits. Slipping a hand between him and the clone in his lap, Opie tapped his fingertips against Beavis’s aft port access panel. This was the primary reason he’d sat the clone down like this. He had a little bit of working area, and maybe no one would notice what they were doing. “Maybe you’re the one she should flirt with?” he whispered back, making small talk as his digits slipped inside the clone.

Beavis masked his shudder of pain as Opie’s digits slowly entered him by taking another sip of his drink. “No, I think she’s really into you.”

Rover patted his mud-caked orange leg, allowing him to grab his arm and squeeze it – while he endured the under-cover operation. “Naw, Opie here’s inta red fechs.” He gave the Prime clone a mischievous wink as he took another sip.

Finding the end of the rough stick, Opie slowly slid in more digits so that he could grab it. But even though he was preoccupied, Rover’s comment caused his bared face plate to heat up a bit. “She’s gorgeous,” he whispered back. There, he got his digits around the stick! Slowly, he began to extract the thing.

The Hot Rod clone fainted as the pain became too intense for him – which actually made the process go faster. Hurriedly, Opie pulled the whole stick out of him.

“He’s a he – not a she… And ya might as well quit lookin’ his way.” Rover leaned forward, pulling his self-lubricating stick out of his subspace and sliding its thin tip into Beavis’s open and raw port. “If ya didn’t notice – he’s got plenta of mates. So I don’t think he’s lookin’ for another.” Giving the tube a squeeze, he filled up the torn port with the repair gel.

Opie’s optics fell to his peds. He knew Rover was right. And perhaps he SHOULD start looking at the giggling pink femme? After all, she was one of the new clones that the Unit had just found in an abandoned FedEx ground truck and had activated. And her human mentor wouldn’t have an issue with sharing her attentions… He glanced back up at the Hummer a few vehicles in front of them. At the man with his ECE helmet facemask open, laughing as the eager clone fed him his ‘lunch’..

But everytime he looked at the Elita clone, he somehow felt like he was betraying Scream.. Like it was wrong for him to even look at her. Just then, the Seeker squadron zoomed close over his head. They landed in Beachcomber’s empty seats at the very front of the convoy. The three Aerialbot officers transforming and zooming off into the dismal sky to take their place… Opie felt the frantic beating in his chest as his core reacted to the sight of the red Seeker… He rubbed his digits against the mud-coated armor of the rebooting clone he held. Comforting himself as much as Beavis.. He was hopelessly attracted to Scream. There was nothing he could do about it… Nothing… And that was the one clone he’d never be strong enough to have… Charge had him.. Charge deserved him…

The break was over and all the Unit members began the torturous trek again. Sleet began to pelt them mercilessly as they made their way through the gray expanse that was their world. Their only guidance was the radar imaging that showed them that they were still on the invisible interstate. They had to stay on the old pavement. If they left its supporting surface, they might get stuck in the thick mud. So the Unit moved slowly. Fighting ash-mud, ice, storms and the violence of infected clones – and sometimes small roving bands of human survivors… Sometimes they were lucky, and found a few humans that wanted to join them. Or sometimes they located uninfected or sparked clones. These groups they would swallow within their ranks. Their clone ranks working even harder to scavenge enough supplies from the collapsed buildings they ran across to support them. But no one complained. For more breeding aged humans – meant more clones that could one day be sparked… More future children for the clones to coddle…. So the family ‘Unit’ grew..

If they were lucky they could manage twenty miles a day. That was when the storms would let up and the fuzzy red shape of the sun would attempt to peak through the waves of haze which blocked it. No heat came from it. The frozen land just lit up by an eerily red glow which cast weird shadows to waver behind collapsed and crumbled buildings they passed.

But more often than not, they struggled on through the darkness of their days. Ice pellets pelting them from above… The humans huddled in the protection of the Hummers and the three semi rigs they now had. The clones and mechs; with their thick metalloid skins – facing the brutal weather head on as they traveled to the next camp’s shelters… Their faith in their forward scouts’ abilities unshakeable…. Unable to transform and drive most of the time, they simply bowed their heads - protecting sensitive optics from the pelting hail and sleet as they walked next to the convoy’s vehicles…

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“Quit worrying about him, he knows what he’s doing,” Jester quipped. He rolled his optics at the mech while he rolled the dice again. “Cool, I passed ‘go’ so you owe me $200 Flame.”

Inferno wasn’t paying full attention to the board game. His optics were raised up at the sky, an expression of concern on his face plate. The new clone was taller than the red Queen, yet he was wrapped around him. He might make him crash!!!

Flame cuffed him, forcing him to look back down at the game. “Your turn,” he said as he stuffed the dice into the mech’s hand, “and don’t worry about the freager. He’s used to dragging unwilling clones way up high.” Glancing down at his codpiece, Flame couldn’t help but rub his fingertips against the edges of his panels. No longer did those obnoxious weld seams mar his beauty! He and the others were finally through with their punishment!

“Yeah, like my bro here,” the Sideswipe clone snickered.

“Don’t remind me.” The golden clone rolled his optics, a disgusted look on his face plate. He couldn’t help but rub the new paint covering his cable access panel….

This caused Jester to wail in laughter. He grabbed his codpiece, “Oh Screamer…. Screamer… Ya want me… Ya need me…” he wailed in false need. Then he thunked flat on his back armor. “Akkkkkk! Why’d you drop me my love???? Why??” he wailed.

Flame huffed and kicked him. Slightly upsetting the Monopoly board… “Kiss my golden aft – you piece of slag,” he muttered. He didn’t need to be reminded about his punishment! And just how many times HAD he slagged Inferno during that time? He’d lost count…

Inferno ignored the twin’s bickering, rolling his dice and moving his tiny piece. But his audios were fixated on what was happening above them. He could hear the terrified whimpers of the Silverbolt clone as Scream pushed him out of his comfort zone. The calm voice of the fech trying to sooth the acrophobic flyer…. The ant fought his instinct to fly up to his queen. To take away the possible threat to the royalty….. Last time he’d done it, Scream had threatened to shoot him down if he interrupted his ‘counseling session’ again….

“Hey Inferno, I gotta pull watch duty. Would you watch my bud here?” Groove asked as he tapped him on his shoulder armor.

“God help us all. We’re being protected by our number one dancer,” Jester snickered as he sat back up. He pegged Flame one time for good measure…

The Jazz clone shrugged off the teasing and gave Inferno a hopeful grin. “Would ya? Please man?” he begged. Behind him, a Red Alert clone shuffled nervously from ped-to-ped.

Inferno nodded his consent. He was tired from his shift with the scouts, and if nothing else, perhaps the recruit would concede to help him get the layer of ash dust off of his back armor. It’d also be nice to have a clone to cuddle with for once. Sure, he was getting interface whenever he wanted it from a certain Constructicon clone – but the clone wasn’t really his type for hanging out with. Anyway, something about this particular recruit seemed to be more to his liking. So without even looking back at the Red Alert clone, he patted the ground next to him, indicating that he desired his charge to take a seat.

Muffin took his place next to the taller mech, gingerly sitting down. Like all the former slaves, he had done the same thing to his interface networks. It was the only way he could defrag. But, just as the others had learned, without any privacy in the Unit, they couldn’t undo what they had done. So they just dealt with the slight pain on a 24/7 basis. He accepted this as just being part of his new life. Accepted the fact he and the others had to keep this terrible secret hidden from their mentors.

“Geese, how do you deal with a designation like ‘Muffin’?” Jester snickered.

“Yeah, makes me hungry everytime someone talks about you,” Flame agreed. He smacked his lips in an exaggerated fashion…

The Red Alert clone’s face plate heated up in embarrassment. He looked down at his fingertips and didn’t say a word. They all hated him. He knew it. They were all out to make sure that he got bad reviews. He’d never make enlisted… His first owner had named him that on purpose. He just knew it. She had wanted everyone to laugh at him. Make fun of him…. And it had worked…

The Beast mech glanced next to him, then at the obnoxious twins. He’d been given responsibility over the well-being of this recruit, so he took it as a personal affront that the pair was teasing him. “He is a better drone than you two,” he huffed. Proudly, he put his arm around the clone and pulled him tight to him. “Once he’s ready for combat training, he will make a better soldier for the colony than you two could ever be!” he snorted.

Flame raised an optic ridge and gave his twin an amused smile. “Yeah right, bug face. Dude can’t even look up and speak up for himself,” he snickered.

Inferno considered that insult for a second, and decided to hit the Sunstreaker clone where it hurt. He pulled the slightly trembling Red Alert clone into his lap and circled him with his arms. Setting his chin on the clone’s shoulder, he met Flame’s optics. “Don’t listen to the useless pretty boy, he can’t stand that you’re far more attractive than he,” he snickered.

Muffin’s cheeks got even hotter, but he had to admit that he liked being in this mech’s lap. This mech was one of the top fighters. He was strong, powerful, and apparently one of Charge’s favorite mechs to partner up with during battle. If he was good enough for their leader to count on – he was an incredible soldier! The Red Alert clone couldn’t help himself; he snuggled up a bit to the taller mech. He felt – safe now… And… Inferno was sticking up for him…. He was great!

Flame’s optics gleamed in outrage. “You – You’d choose him over me?!?” he snarled as he stood up and glared at the mech. How dare Inferno say that worthless piece of slag was hotter than he was!

The mech snickered inside. It was so easy to get this particular clone riled up. He made a show of kissing the top of Muffin’s helm. “Yes, when you are accepted – perhaps you would consider allowing me the pleasure of your chassis?” he asked the recruit.

The Red Alert clone’s optics widened in surprise. He looked up at the strong mech. Not believing that he actually WANTED him??? “Uh, yes … sir .. Inferno…” he didn’t know what to say really. But he really wanted this mech to like him. He felt safe around him.

Inferno’s engine rumbled in a satisfied purr. He gave Flame a big slag-eating grin as his hand drifted along Muffin’s leg armor. “I have my future partner then. You shall have to find a – less worthy – one.”

His hands balled up into tight fists, Flame stared at Inferno in total disbelief. He dared to choose a wimpy, paranoid freak of a Red Alert clone – over trysts with him??? “You’ll be back,” he snarled and stormed off.

Jester watched his brother march off. “Boy Inferno, why do you like egging him on so much?” he asked.

Rubbing his charge’s thigh armor, the ant picked up the dice and calmly threw them on the board. “Because he deserves it. Even royalty picks on him.”

“Hey guys, what’s going on?” Doc asked as he walked up. His recruit, as always, in tow.

“Inferno’s just ragging on Flame as usual. Hey, we got an empty space or two – you bros want to join in?” Jester offered.

The First Aid clone nodded and sat down, motioning for Opie to do the same. He did like playing Monopoly. It was a fun, nonviolent game. Just the type of game he preferred… From above them, whimpers could be heard. Doc glanced up, watching Scream as he worked with the terrified Silvebolt clone, then looked back down and counted the fake money that Jester was handing out. “Still can’t get him over it, poor clone.”

“Nope, He’s been working on him after every shift. Don’t know why Scream’s so focused on the flyer. He’s not going to be much use on the front line,” Jester replied. He gave Opie a grin as he tossed him the shoe piece. “Here, you’ll be the shoe,” he snickered.

Opie turned the tiny silver piece over in his hand, as if he was studying it. In actuality, his meta was focused on the calm voice of the fech far above them. The fech who was coo’ing to his fellow recruit, trying to calm him down…. The timid Prime wished he was FiFi. Then he’d have his arms wrapped around the sensuous frame of that beautiful femme/mech. He felt a twinge of jealously towards the flyer. Wishing he had been built a flyer too… Then he’d have an excuse to be mentored by the beauty.

“Got any more pieces left?” Scream’s voice rudely broke into Opie’s silent musings, causing his engine to sputter a bit. The Seeker landed next to them, the Silverbolt clone staggering weakly against him.

“Yeah, one more piece,” Jester replied. Scooting over a bit, he made room for the pair.

Sitting down, Scream allowed the exhausted and trembling flyer to lie across his lap. He stroked FiFi with a gentle touch as he joined the game. FiFi’s optics were wild as he gasped for more air to cool his internal over heating. He understood what his commander was trying to do – but he just couldn’t get over his fear! He was so pathetic… Hiding his face plate against the Seeker’s smooth leg armor, he tried to hide his shame from the others.

Opie couldn’t help but stare at his friend. His optics clouded with a slight haze of jealousy. HE wanted to be the one with his helm buried in the beauty’s lap! HE wanted to feel her/his soft hand stroking all of his fears and uncertainties away! But he couldn’t, he was nothing but a ground clone…. Not worthy of the beauty…

Scream’s sharp optics caught that expression in the Prime clone’s optics. He glanced down at the flyer in his lap, then at Opie. Were they an item? He glanced back down at FiFi again. A slight twinge of jealousy flying through him – but why? Why shouldn’t he be happy for the fearful flyer to have a clone like Opie to call his own? Surely, FiFi deserved it after all he’d gone through! Scream pushed back his unnecessary emotions and continued to stroke the flyer’s air frame while he played the game.

……Time flew by unnoticed, as the clones enjoyed the game…..

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“Your roll,” Doc announced and tossed the dice to him.

With a nod, Scream rolled and moved his piece. Groaning as he landed on a rather expensive lot with two hotels on it. “Great, who owns it?” he grumbled.

“Um, me sir,” Opie shuffled his ownership cards, looking for that particular one.

“Shit, dude owns like half the board already!” Jester commented, his optics widening as he looked at the rather large stack of titles the Prime clone owned.

“Sir, um, that’s $500 rent,” Opie said. He reached his hand across, palm open. This was only the second time he’d played this game, but he was good at it. It only took a logical view of business to excel at it.

“Crap, I’m broke,” Scream grumbled as he handed over the cash. He met Opie’s optics as their digits touched. A bolt of electricity running through his nets at the slight contact…

Opie felt the same sensation. Quickly, he dropped his optics, his face plate heating up a bit. “Um, I could give you a pass on that – if you want to give me a rail road instead?” he offered. It wasn’t exactly part of the rules, but he wanted the Seeker near him for as long as possible… He could almost taste the sweetness of the fech’s wax – he/she was so close!

A soft chuckle came from behind Scream then. “Leave it to another Prime clone to try and negotiate for the betterment of an opposing player,” Charge said.

Opie gulped and quickly looked down at his handful of titles as he pulled his hand away from the Seeker as if stung by a hornet. His face plate heated up in embarrassment for even daring to touch digits with the beauty! He was so unworthy…

Charge leaned over, grabbing Scream’s last bit of money and firmly planting it into Opie’s shaking hand. “It’s yours, plain and fair. Scream’s never been that good at this game anyways,” he chuckled, giving the Seeker’s intake a comforting pat.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and dig it in. Now I got not just you – but him…” Scream nodded at the timid Prime clone, “beating the hell out of me every time I play this damned game!”

“Poor Scream,” Charge smiled behind his mask as he met the Seeker’s optics, “If you had the same business software that we do – you might actually stand a fighting chance.” He nodded at the other gathered players. “I need to borrow Scream for a while, duty calls.”

Scream groaned and helped the exhausted flyer off his lap. “Planning tomorrow’s maneuvers – sucks! Why can’t you do that without me for once?” But he was already standing up and helping FiFi to his peds. He grinned over at Doc and gave him a wink. “Guess you’re stuck with him again,” he quipped as he nodded to the recruit.

Doc smiled behind his mask and nodded. “Could be worse. Just don’t wear Charge out this time; I don’t want him collapsing in the middle of his shift again.”

Inferno looked up and saluted his red queen. “If you need assistance my queen?” he offered. He wouldn’t mind in the least taking care of Scream’s well-known needs.

“You’re a good man Inferno – but I think I can handle him,” Charge chuckled. He gave the loyal ant a comradely pat on his shoulder armor. “It looks like you’ve got your hands full already,” he noted with a nod to the half-asleep Red Alert clone cuddled in the warrior’s lap.

Inferno looked down, he’d briefly forgotten the charge he’d been given responsibility over. “If he’s in defrag….” He offered again. They could interface openly when the child-queen and the recruits were safely in defrag – that’s what Sharon had told him. Since privacy was unknown within the Unit – they had to make concessions in order to satiate their needs.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can handle it,” Charge told him. He nodded at Scream as he put FiFi’s arm over his shoulder and helped the tired flyer walk with them.

Unnoticed by the powerful ground clone, his timid fellow Prime clone had emotions passing over his hidden face plate. The quiet recruit watched them as they walked away. His interface nets longing to be used. Longing to be put to ‘work’ satiating the beautiful Seeker… But no, he was a wimp. Scream already had a strong Prime clone to meet his needs… The fech had no use for him…. He was nothing but a repair-bot in training…

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Scream watched the Aerialbot clones as they linked and formed their combiner for the very first time. “Our first complete Autobot gestalt,” he murmured to himself under his breath in awe. This was a gestalt that should actually be able to FLY!

“Watch it there big guy,” Beachcomber chuckled as he steadied the giant clone. It was kind’ve fun being the one mech who could help ‘train’ these combiner gestalts in working smoothly together. Frankly, because he was the only one big enough to help stabilize them when they predictably stumbled… But the laid back geologist didn’t mind. Teaching them to dance was a rather nice way to pass the time in the evening.

“So what do you think we should designate him as?” Charge asked. He put his arm around his fech mate, enjoying the Seeker’s curved hip armor touching his.

“How about ‘Charley’?” Doc replied from his other side.

“You can’t be serious, that sounds so weak,” Scream snickered. He peered around his co-Commander and gave his other mate a smirk.

“Actually, it would make things less confusing over the radio,” Daniel pondered. He patted the bright yellow clone next to him. “Why don’t you boys go ahead and merge? I think Beachcomber might need some help with this guy.”

“Freagin’ loser gestalt if you ask me,” Speed griped. But he trotted off to collect the rest of his gestalt.

“Think he’s ever gonna grow up?” Scream snickered as he smacked Daniel on the shoulder of his protective ECE suit.

“Nope, but I like ‘im just the way he is,” the older man joked back.

“Yeah, on all fours,” the Seeker snickered under his breath.

“Just like Charge prefers you – hmmm? Maybe Speed could give you some pointers about how NOT to get scuff marks on your knee plates,” Daniel shot back.

Scream actually looked down at his knee plates, inspecting them for any scuffs. “Slaggin’ liar,” he muttered.

Silently, Opie listened in on the interchange from behind them. His optics drawn to the fech’s rounded rump. So feminem… So inviting… He wanted to touch her/him.. Caress that beautiful armor…. He felt his cable swell a bit then. The bite of the barbed wire that he kept wound around it – forced him rather rudely from his thoughts. He averted his optics as he shifted. The knobby piece of hard rubber, chafing against the sensitive sensors of his aft port…. Reminding him of his true place as a slave..

They had to dart to the side as the new combiner stumbled and fell. Opie automatically grabbing the Seeker in front of him and diving with him, protecting him with his own chassis. He grimaced as Charlie’s arm landed hard across the middle of his back armor. But even though it stung, he didn’t get anything more than a scratch from it. And he’d protected his commander!

The group slowly picked themselves up off the muddy ground, cussing and wiping mud from their optics. “What the hell was that all about?!” Scream demanded to know as he shrugged the recruit off of him and stormed up to the Aerialbot clones who had disengaged rather unexpectedly from their link. His thoughts were so focused on the stupidity of the accident, that he hadn’t even realized that the recruit had protected him from harm…

Mav stood up, glaring at KiKi and Butthead. “These two fraggers wouldn’t merge consciousness! That’s what happened!” he screamed. He gave the bald Slingshot clone a quick kick. “That’s for making us look like fucking idiots!” he snarled.

“Mav, stand down!” Charge ordered as he grabbed the angry Fireflight clone, pulling him away before he could get another angry kick in.

Scream helped FiFi up. The poor recruit’s optics were filled with tears. “I’m sorry Scream, I can’t…”

“Yes you can. Don’t worry about these guys. Merging feels good!” Scream told him. Well, at least that’s what the other gestalts claimed. They said it felt almost as good as interfacing… So it had to be good. He patted the Silverbolt clone on his fuselage, nodding for him and the others to try it again…

“Come on, let’s try it again. Just relax and allow the merge,” Blue said as he helped Butthead and Silver up. “And you,” he cuffed Mav, “just shutup and control yourself!” The Skydive clone easily took control of the rest of the gestalt, and again they merged. This time it went reasonably well. But still, the combiner designated as ‘Charley’ – seemed inordinately clumsy.

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“Scream, we need to talk,” Blue said in a serious tone. He and Silver came up to the Seeker – FiFi and Butthead in tow. The two recruits had tears in their optics - which were currently glued firmly to their peds….

Scream turned around, along with the entire group of humans and clones he’d been talking with.

“No - in private. And bring him along too,” the Skydive clone ordered with a nod towards Opie – who was standing quietly behind Doc.

“You can use the med trailer,” Doc offered.

“Thanks,” Scream said and led the Aerialbot clones and recruits to the trailer. He closed the rear door behind them and clicked on the lights. “So what’s up?”

Knowing Scream’s penchance for going on an emotionally charged rampage when he learned about a clone suffering from abuse, Blue and Silver glanced at each other. “I think you should sit down, and prepare to control yourself,” Blue told him. “You’re not going to like what you’re fixing to hear.”

Scream looked from Blue to Silver as he sat down. He’d never seen the pair so deadly serious before. “So what’s this about?” he asked.

Blue glanced back at the two Aerialbot recruits. “It seems that our new recruits have had their metas conditioned to require rather odd sensory stimulations for defrag.”

“Which is?” At this point, Scream noticed that Opie’s face plate was just as heated as the other recruits. So obviously, whatever Blue and Silver had found out about their gestalt mates – also affected him.

“Well, they’ve been conditioned to need continual pain in order to defrag,” Blue explained.

Scream’s knuckles went light grey as he curled them around the edge of the repair berth upon which he sat. His optics narrowing as he sought to contain his rage. He breathed in a few deep gulps as he calmed himself. He saw the fear of failure written plainly on the three recruit’s face plates. The fear that they had angered him…. “First of all, let’s get one thing straight,” he began, “my anger is NOT directed at you three. It is directed at the clones who did this to you. You carry no blame.” Slowly, he stood, and gave them an expectant look. “So what has been done?”

“I think you should just see it,” Silver said. He nodded for the Slingshot clone to get on the berth.

“This is why they didn’t want to merge at first. They knew we’d find out,” Blue explained. Going up to Butthead, he forced the trembling clone to lie down, spread and bend his legs. “Open them,” he ordered.

Scream came over as the tearful clone opened his access panels. The knowledgeable clone sighed in disgust as he saw what his brother clones had found. Reaching into the clone, he coaxed him into extending his cable and began to carefully unwrap the rusted piece of barbed wire that had been wrapped around it.

“They’ve done this to themselves. All of them,” Blue reported sadly.

“Apparently, they’d all been conditioned that they had to have some kind of electro whip stuck up their tail pipes and wrapped around their cables in order to defrag,” Silver added. Leaning over, he wiped the tears from Butthead’s face plate.

“So now they can’t defrag without some kind of geni-torture or something,” Blue finished.

The other two recruits had collapsed, sobbing – on the floor. Scooting to the wall, they huddled there together. Their optics bright with fear at being found out.

“Let me think for a bit. Silver, go and fetch the other three and bring them here. Tell Inferno to guard the door,” Scream glanced over at the two sobbing recruits, “This is just between us. You understand?” He turned back to his work on the Slingshot clone. He had gotten the barbed wire off of him, now he gently probed the clone’s ports. Pulling out a thick, rough shaft of wood from his aft port, he shook his head sadly as his digits felt the damage within the now-empty ports. “You all are good clones. Good clones,” he reiterated over and over.

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Opie whimpered as the Seeker’s fingers touched his torn cable. Pain shooting through him as the fech gently unwound his self-inflicted torture device.. He closed his optic shutters, his chassis shaking with shame.. The beautiful Commander would never look at him now! All he would ever see – was a pathetic clone who self-mutilated! Opie was pathetic….

“Shhhh, relax..” the feminized Seeker coo’d as He finished extracting his sore cable from the loop of barbed wire.. Opie couldn’t help but yelp as digits sunk into his forward port.. Feeling around.. Gauging his level of damage… Then the fech moved to his aft port. Pulling out the stick he’d recently jammed in there. The rough bark scraping as it moved out of his unlubricated depths….

Scream fumbled around next to the repair berth for a moment. Then the timid Optimus clone tensed as the tip of a lube gun was thrust slowly within him. A cool sensation washed over him then as the fech filled his port full of a special gel which would help his internal repair systems work more efficiently. He did the same to his aft port, and then spread the same gel evenly over the length of his cable.

He went back and sat against the wall with the other silent and tearful recruits. His optics drawn back to the beautiful Seeker as the fech performed the same exact tasks with the remaining three recruits. The energy ball around his core pulsed wildly as he saw the softness and compassion in Scream’s optics. The gentleness of those hands as they probed the damaged ports and cables…. The unjudging expression on that beautiful face plate as their leader performed the lowly duties of a medic on them…. If ever there was a perfect clone in all ways – it was Scream. He was certain of that now!

“Well, now that we’re finished – what’re we gonna do now? You know they’ll probably go and do it again,” Silver sighed. He sat heavily in a chair, having watched the entire process. But having once been abused himself – he knew that it would take time to change their programming….

“I’ve got an idea,” Scream said. “Opie, get back on the table and open up again,” he ordered.

With heavy peds, the downcast recruit did as his fantasy commanded.

Scream pulled out a plastic package from his subspace and showed it to his brother flyers. “Remember these?” he asked with a smile.

Blue’s cheek plates burned red hot, while Silver snickered; “Oh, those are FUN! But where’d you get them?” he hoped off the chair and trotted up to Scream, opening the package after the Seeker handed it to him.

“The benefits of being on one of the regular scout teams. Me and Speed got to search a collapsed adult store – if you know what I mean. So I grabbed a whole rack of these and threw them in my subspace. You know – for presents when we finally find a permanent home,” he giggled with a wink.

“YOU are a freagin’ mess Scream, you know that?” Blue muttered, totally embarrassed! He glanced at the recruits, wondering what they thought of a Unit who had an interface-addicted co-leader.

“So how many did ya pick up???” Silver asked excitedly. He wondered what Speed had snagged – his spark mate knew what good toys really were!

“Don’t tell Speed that you know, ok? He was planning to give you something from that store for you guys’ anniversary,” Scream snickered with a conspiratorial wink.

“Man – I can’t WAIT!!!” Silver was almost bouncing from ped to ped in anticipation.

“Ok, that’s all fun and all for you two – but how’s that gonna help these clones?” Blue asked.

Scream held up a soft hard-gel ring shaped thing as well as a thing which was made out of similar materials, but was in the shape and size of a chicken egg – with a string hanging from it. “Well, you see Blue – these toys have two different uses. They are both vibrators, and for those humans who are into S&M, they are also shockers.”

“Yeah, you can set them on different settings for either – and they are remote control. Ain’t that cool as hell?!?” Silver chimed in. From the lust in his optics, he wanted to grab a set for himself.

“So, here,” Scream gently worked the ring around Opie’s half-pressurized cable. Sliding it all the way to the base, he secured it there with a piece of ductape. With a smile, he gently curled the cable back within his codpiece and patted him to close his protective panel. “And then,” Slowly he worked the egg shaped piece deep inside the recruit’s aft port, using a screwdriver to gently slide it all the way in until it touched Opie’s internal spark connectors. Sliding the screwdriver out, he used a tiny piece of duct tape to secure the string to the rim of his port entrance. “Now close them up,” he ordered.

“And then what?” Blue asked.

“Hold the edge of the berth, ok?” Scream told Opie. He and Silver gave each other big grins as he lifted up the small remote. “Well, since they can’t interface, they can just use the ‘A’ setting,” he turned it on.

A flush of pleasure went over Opie as the toys began to vibrate slightly. A moan escaped his lips as he stared at the beautiful Seeker in absolute wonder.

“Here’s level one. If they really want some fun,” Scream upped the power. Unconsciously, his free hand slid onto Opie’s grill. His spark leaping in excitement everytime he felt the clone’s sparkfield pulse up his arm….

“Mmmmmm,” Opie rocked his helm back-and-forth as the pleasant sensations increased in intensity. The gentle hand on his grill added to his pleasure. Electricity seemed to spark into his very core from the fech’s touch!

“Awe, give him some more. Poor recruit hasn’t had any for at least three weeks,” Silver chuckled. He was imagining that he was on that table… Those wonderful toys within him… Oh, he couldn’t wait until Speed ‘surprised’ him with a set!!!!

The Prime clone arched as he almost levitated right off the repair table. Scream’s hand helping to keep him down…. The energy ball around his core fluxed in wild convulsions… His entire chassis began to tremble, his optics starting to roll…. “S – sir! Mmmmmm!” He wanted to grab the gorgeous fech… Pull him into his arms and - … His thoughts ended as the Seeker turned the power up another notch.. But then, just as quickly as it had started, it ended. He gasped for breath as the Seeker pressed the remote into his hand.

“Ok recruit, you can finish that yourself. But remember it’s got a shocker setting to. So if you need ‘pain’ to defrag – you’ve got it now.” He helped Opie up. But for a brief moment he held the recruit tight to him. Their lips so close – they almost touched. “At least this pain won’t cause physical damage,” he said in a soft and understanding tone. He gave Opie a tender kiss on the side of his face mask, not really wanting to ever let him go…. But he had too. There were other abused clones who needed him.

Grudgingly, he released him. But his optics followed the Optimus clone as he made his way back to his spot by the wall. Their optics meeting for a brief moment before the shy clone looked down… Scream’s own cable had throbbed when the youngster had moaned and trembled on the table in front of him.. His own ports filling with want…. He had shrugged off those emotions though… There was no place in feeling them for a clone who needed space now.. Space in which to find himself again…

FiFi came up and laid down for his ‘installation’. After him - each in their turn…. Scream did as thorough and gentle a job on them, as he had on Opie. But his meta kept wandering to the quiet Prime clone huddled against the wall… Who was now engrossed in staring down at the remote in his hands while he tested out the lower settings.. Small moans and gasps escaping his vocalizer as well as those around him, as they too – explored the use of their new internal ‘toys’.

Finally finished with all of the recruits, Scream sat down on the repair table and cleared his throat, causing them to all jump slightly and look up at him with bashful optics. He studied the clones with a critical optic. “Tomorrow, you will inform all three of us, what settings you each needed to defrag with. Every seventh defrag cycle, you will lower the setting by point five. Whenever you see one of us, you will truthfully admit what level you are at.”

Blue smiled as he understood their job now. They would be the recruits’ confidants. They would help them as they slowly reprogrammed their metas to no longer require pain sensation. “We are your ‘advisors’ now. All of us understand what you’re going through.”

“And don’t worry if you slip up. We all do that at some point,” Silver added.

Standing up, Scream walked over to the sitting clones, kneeling down, he extended his hands and laid them on two of their peds. One of which just so happened to be the Optimus clone. “I give each of you my word – that we will never be angry with you about this. We all understand that’s it’s gonna be hard for each of you. But come to one of us, if you need to talk.”

Opie stared after the Seeker as the fech opened the door to the trailer and walked away. He could still feel the light touch on his ped – as if those digits were still there. He could still feel the sweetness of his lips on his face mask… Still feel those gentle digits inside his sore ports and torn cable…. Fingering his remote, he carefully stowed it within his cab… Wishing he’d had the guts to actually thank the Seeker for it….

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A few hours later, Scream stared into the darkness of the sleeping trailer’s interior. The swirls of warm currents which emanated from his fellows in the frigid air caused a mirage of twisting shapes to dance in front of his infrared sensors. His powerful defragging red mate was curled tightly against his back side, their legs intertwined, his cable still deep within Scream’s forward port, while the pile of blankets over them gave them a small measure of privacy.. But Scream’s optics strayed to the blanket covered forms of FiFi and Opie. His audios had heard their quiet, bashful moans; his optics had spied the slight trembling of the blankets over them…

He had also heard the tale-tell vibration of hard-gel against armor. Knew they had not interfaced... They had just cuddled together as they had used the remotes to engage the new equipment he’d installed on them. Scream’s very spark had jumped with every slight moan he had identified as coming from the timid Prime clone’s vocalizor. Which hadn’t been easy – considering that most of the clones had used the break in the march to catch up on their interfacing that evening!

Scream shut off his optics then. Grinding his hips against Charge, he fantasized that it was another Prime clone who was buried deep within him. A clone he was beginning to ache for with his entire being… A clone he could not even approach in that way… Scream brought up Charge’s limp hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly… Why did he feel this way about Opie?? It made no logical sense! He had Charge didn’t he? He had any mech, clone or human he desired….

But still, he wished that the digits belonged to Opie… Dreamed that the cable filling him was attached to that shy, timid clone… He found himself looking at others less-and-less with each passing day cycle… Found himself fantasizing more-and-more about him…. Opie…..

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Note: one of my longer chapters.. But for some reason I think this saga will end up like this… More fluff, angst, and depth than the previous stories… But don’t worry – still plenty of smex!

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