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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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**Eve Sparks pt 3**

**Arc within the New Era**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Mmmmmmm! That’s it!” Clipper moaned. His back armor made a slight scraping noise as he slouched against the hangar wall. The crate he was sitting on creaked in synch with his cable sliding in-and-out of the small mech’s mouth. He put his hands on the back of the mech’s helm, his hips bucking as he met him with each movement. He had to admit, the Decepticon was talented! He glanced at the tarps hanging up on the side of the shower area, glad that they imparted a sense of privacy.

“Ahhhhh, Mmmmmm.” His vocalizations increased slightly in volume. His entire chassis beginning to hum as his internal temperature steadily climbed. Yes, it had been a good idea to bait the lonely mech like that. He’d really enjoy keeping the youngster company if it meant more of this attention!

Rumble licked the tip of the taunt cable, teasing the clone. “Open ya ports. Rumble’s gonna really rock ya freagin’ world!” he whispered to Clipper. He smirked as his audios picked up the soft clicks of port covers opening. Pulling his favorite dildo out of subspace, he coated it with the flavored human lube he’d been using on the clone. Just as he swallowed the Magnus hybrid’s plug again, he thrust the dildo hard into his dripping valve.

Clipper yelped in surprise and almost levitated off the crate. He spread his legs wider. His fingers now digging into Rumble’s shoulders…. “Yes YEEEESSSSS!!” he screamed as his entire chassis began to hum loudly. His circuits beginning shutdown sequences as the system wide overload commenced.

As the clone went limp, Rumble snorted triumphantly. “Yah, faster than ya made me overload ya bastard! Don’t ever challenge ‘ol Rumble again!” he snickered. He pulled the dildo out of the clone and set it on the crate next to him. The sweet sound of the suction releasing it caused Rumble’s cable to push against his latched codpiece. It’d been a while since he’d had a good pressure blow – so why not? The clone’s valve was more than ready. It was either that, or try out that vacuum they’d scavenged. And after the last time he’d tried out a vacuum cleaner, Rumble wasn’t too excited about trying the technique again.

Yes, it’d been tough since that commode the clones called their ‘leader’ had made his proclamation about Rumble having to admit that slag about being ‘lonely’. But Rumble knew he wasn’t lonely! Not at all! And now that he had that ready port just begging for him – he wouldn’t have a pressure build-up issue EITHER! Licking his glossa over his lips, he unlatched his codpiece. His plug rolled out and swelled to his normal dimensions.

“Ya wanted to slag a real mech ya pathetic clone,” Rumble snickered as he rimmed the unconscious clone’s open port with his taunt jack. He teased himself a bit by thrusting the tip in-and-out. “Tight as a newly built mech, mmmmm.” He began to force his spike into the tight valve, stretching it as he went. Frag their prick of a leader… Frag him! Rumble thought as the tightness squeezed his plug.

“So he challenged you did he? Did he really?” Starscream’s voice purred in a sarcastic tone from behind him.

Rumble glanced over his shoulder plate in surprise, half-expecting to see the real Air Commander glaring down at him. But he wasn’t. Just his clone was. And Scream had a very displeased expression on his face plate. With a defiant snarl Rumble boldly thrust himself all the way into the limp Magnus hybrid and jutted his chin out. “Yep, and he freagin’ lost! No clone’s as good as a mech!” he snorted. He slapped Clipper’s aft, grabbing it as he thrust violently into him again - As if to assert his ownership of him. His red optics now locked with the blasted Seeker’s. Just daring Scream to stop him!

“So you really expect me to believe that Clipper of all clones would actually CHOOSE you to mess around with?” the red Seeker snickered derisively. He considered kicking the mech’s tail pipes right then and there, while his cable was fully inside Clipper. But he figured that as soon as the clone re-activated and realized he was being used like this – that he’d just have the thrill of holding Rumble while the Magnus clone kicked his tail pipes himself.

“I did, Scream. So leave him alone,” the Magnus clone mumbled. His optics lit up as he re-activated. He felt the thick shaft nestled inside him. It was even thicker than Jag’s! But the slight pain did feel good. Turning his optics from his leader, to Rumble – he gave him a bemused look. Not truly angered by the fact that the young mech had jumped at the opportunity to take advantage of him. He really should’ve anticipated the inclination. “So, how do you like clone ports Rumble? Better than mech?” he gave him a knowing smirk.

“Are you serious?!? To slag him when I said that he had to ask my permission first?!?” Scream’s face plate was turning red with anger at this perceived insubordination. Here his trusted Apache Squadron leader was slaggin’ the mech right in front of him! He’d thought Clipper was a better clone than this! His digits curled up into tight fists. His systems powering up – ready to kick both of their afts for this blatant lack of regard for his authority!

“You said he needed permission to approach clones for that reason. You said nothing about clones approaching HIM,” Clipper replied. He bucked his hips against Rumble as he said that - Encouraging the young mech to thrust into him again. His tone was calm as he looked up at Scream. Like that of a diplomat informing someone of a loophole found in a law. “So I approached him.” He grabbed Rumble’s hip armor, forcing him deeper. “Mmmmm, and I’m glad that I did….” Another forceful thrust. “Ahhhhh, very satisfying..”

Rumble’s cocky smirk back at him while he blatantly fucked Clipper - was almost too much for Scream to handle! But Clipper DID have a valid point. Scream knew he could not discipline the mech, since he wasn’t technically at fault. Though he had a way to make it his idea from now on! “Since you seem to like him so freagin’ much Clipper, for what reason I have no idea – he’s now assigned permanently to you!” Scream was about to turn around and fly back to the movie viewing area, when he noticed the dildo on the ground. “Pick your freagin’ toys up Rumble!” he snapped.

His cocky grin now firmly planted on his face plate. The young mech reached over in perfect synch with another forceful thrust, grabbed the toy and threw it into his subspace. He growled as he drilled another quick succession of thrusts into Clipper. It felt so good to pull one over on the freagin’ clone leader! He’d slag this clone all day long right in front of Scream, just to annoy the piece of self-righteous oxidized ore!

Scream’s optics got huge at the disappearing trick. “Where in the frag did it go?!?” he growled, figuring that the young mech was pulling a Jester stunt on him. The fact that the two motherfuckers were slaggin’ each other right in front of him – only made his foul mood even worse. He didn’t feel like dealing with anymore of Rumble’s obnoxious tricks!

Rumble shrugged. “Subspace you dolt!” He leaned over and nipped Clipper’s chest plate. The sound of his plug as it continued slipping in-and-out of that tight, lubricated port, increasing in volume.

The red Seeker tried to ignore the throbbing that was beginning to make itself known in his nether regions. He knew that THAT was exactly what the freagin’ young mech wanted! To defy him through a loophole, and then to make him want to join in. Rumble knew he was a player through-and-through, and was simply trying to exploit him. Plain and simple! He ground his dental plates together, stubbornly refusing to give Rumble the reaction that he wanted. “Subspace?” he demanded more than asked. His tone a little more tense than it normally would’ve been.

“Ya Subspace, every mech’s got one. Don’t ya?” the cassetticon snickered. “Mmmmm, and ya do got a nice valve Clipper.. Mmmmm, real nice..” His hands drifted to the Magnus hybrid’s half-limp cable. Slowly stroking it back to life….

“Mmmmmmgggggg,” Clipper’s helm banged against the thick metal wall as he slumped back again. His chassis began to hum again. “We’ll …. discuss it ….mmmmm…. tomorrow – ok Scream?” he moaned. This was incredible! Absolutely incredible!

The Seeker watched them for a moment, debating on if he wanted to pursue the subspace subject. But his ports were aching to be attended to. Their moans making him ever wetter!

Rumble snickered as he glanced back at Scream. He pointedly leaned forward and spread his legs slightly as he continued to drill Clipper. His tail pipes fully exposed. “Ya want to slag me, huh Screamer? Ya wanted to slag me bad ever since Storm – haven’t ya? But ya freagin’ too afraid of that prick of a mate ya got aren’t ya?” He wiggled his aft a bit, making his offer obvious. Actually, he didn’t think the Seeker would take him up on the offer in the least. But his audios had picked up the hum of Scream’s air frame. And the young mech couldn’t help but dig at the clone’s ego. Scream wouldn’t do it, he was sure of it. The fragger was too afraid of that prick of a Prowl clone!

Scream gnawed on his lower lip, his interface nets fully activated now. The ache of lust filling him… That tail pipe so shiny, so wet with lube that it was dripping.. But he couldn’t… Couldn’t do that behind Jag’s door wings! A wave of anger filled him as he realized that’s what Rumble was trying to do. Trying to cause problems for him! Well, he’d deal with it – his way! “So Rumble, you want to be filled with a cable, hmmmm?” he snickered as he came up behind the mech. He let his fingers caress the hot metal, enjoying the feel of Rumble thrusting in-and-out of his Squad leader. Unbeknownst to the young mech, he’d just comlinked to a particular group of clones. Inviting them to join in…

He slipped his fingers inside the ready pipe, pumping them as he bit the mech’s back armor so hard that he tasted energon. “Yes, Rumble, you like our cables don’t you? They’re better than mech cables, hmmm?” he growled.

Rumble leaned forward a bit more, pushing his chest armor tight against Clipper’s. He’d always fantasized about a three-way. But there’d never been enough small mechs to ever make this happen. Well, if he didn’t count Ravage that is. And that particular forced three-way he’d sooner rather forget! And it sure did sound like that’s what the clone leader was insinuating that he wanted to slag him! Oh, those fingers sliding in-and-out felt so good.. And if Scream slagged him, then he’d be the leader’s squeeze. Now wouldn’t he? A good position to be in, when you’re a power-hungry Decepticon.

But what if???? …. What if the dratted clones could spark bond with him like that? He knew mechs could do it with each other like that, just as clones could also do it with each other like that… And though their connector tips were a little different – what if they could?!? A slight sense of trepidation flowed through the young Decepticon. Scream had a weird spark. Even weirder than the other wild sparks of the clones! What if his weird spark damaged Rumble’s?!? What if… What if…

Rumble ground his dental plates together, denying his fear. He was strong! His spark was strong! If anything – HE’D hurt Scream’s spark! But was he sure of that? Was he really sure of that? Rumble’s optics darted from Clipper’s to Scream’s. His digits dug into the Magnus hybrid’s armor. With a snort, he decided he’d do it. He’d chance it. He wouldn’t let the freagin’ stupid Seeker know that though. Wouldn’t let anyone know that he, Rumble, was worried over a little spark bonding.… “Ya can’t equal a freagin’ mech ya pathetic wannebe! It’d take a whole bunch of ya to equal one of us!” he challenged. Figuring that Scream would try and prove him wrong!

“Oh reeeeaaaaaalllyyyy???” Scream purred. He crammed three digits into the mech, enjoying his gasp of pleasure – almost as much as the meta game they were playing. He glanced behind him, giving the silently waiting group of clones a mischievous wink.

“Really! Ya fragger can’t even satisfy me like ‘ol Frenzy used to!” Rumble snorted. He bit down hard on the moaning clone beneath him, drilling him harder..

“Think so huh? So you ready to get slagged Rumble? Slagged until you admit we’re better?” Scream growled as he licked his back armor.

“Give it to me ya fragger! Give me all ya can!” Rumble challenged. He took Clipper’s lips in an almost vicious kiss as he arched his back armor. His tail pipes angled for better penetration. His fantasy of a three way fixin’ to become reality! TWO small mechs lusting for ‘ol Rumble at the same time!!!! If only Frenzy were around for him to brag to afterward… That would be oil on the manifold! Rumble’s chassis tensed. His spark pounding against his chest in excitement.. Would they spark bond?!? Would the clone leader then be his little whore?!? He tasted a touch of spilled fluid as he bruised the Magnus clone’s lips. But he didn’t care. His tail pipes ached for the Seeker’s cable. His spark ached to clash with the intensity of the bond….

In a flawless move, Scream and Scrounge exchanged places. The Scavenger clone grunting as he thrust himself mercilessly into the ready mech… “Yes! YESSSS! YEEEESSSS!” he screamed with each thrust. His optics bright with eager lust to slag this mech for all he was worth! His leader had actually ASKED him to join. Had actually wanted him to be the first one! The Scavenger clone met his leader’s optics, swelling up with even more pride as he pummeled Rumble’s tail pipes as hard as he could. He felt the pull of the mech’s spark on the tip of his cable. His own weak spark leaping, pulsing, wanting to feel it.. To join it…He thrust deeper and deeper into the surprised mech’s tail pipes. Trying to find the connection…

Rumble tore his lips from Clipper’s in total shock. His optics danced over Scream as he turned his helm to scan behind him. “What the…?!?” He tried to turn, to stop the rude invasion of the unwanted cable. His spark shrieking in anger as he felt that pull from within! The draw of the Constructicon clone’s weak spark trying to connect…

Scream forced the shocked mech’s lips to his, giving him a forceful kiss as the Constructicon clone drilled his tailpipes. Before Rumble could even think to begin swinging, his arms were grabbed by two others in the gestalt. “You were the one who said it’d take a bunch of us to equal of one you. So just tell these clones when you’ve been satisfied enough, and they’ll stop,” Scream whispered in a husky tone as he parted from Rumble’s lips. “My bet is you yell before THEY are all satisfied!” With that final challenge, he stepped away.

Rumble’s thrusts into Clipper were halted as he was forced tightly into him while Scrounge pounded his tail pipes. The small mech’s core temperature rose as the other gestalt members circled them with lust in their optics. Their hands reaching out to caress his armor…. Enjoying each other’s kiss, as they stroked their taunt cables, waiting for their turn…. He didn’t know if it was terror or excitement that filled his spark.. He’d never been the center of attention in this way before. And even though these weren’t exactly the clones he’d prefer to be drilling his tail pipes, it felt good to know that they wanted to. But the connection… The connection wasn’t being made.. His spark fluttered wildly - Halfway between happiness and devastation at the lack of a bond… The lack of joining with the wild spark so teasingly near his…

Clipper slipped his hands over the mech’s chest armor. Not sure if he liked what Scream had just pulled on the young mech. The guy was just stubborn and lonely, that’s all. No need to bait him into being basically force-slagged by an entire gestalt! “Rumble, do you want me to tell them to stop?” he asked with concerned optics.

The small mech shuddered as Scrounge gave a final forceful thrust into him. The Scavenger clone’s optics rolling up into his cranial unit as he overloaded…. But before he could smash into the floor, two of his gestalt brothers, grabbed him and pulled his limp form off of Rumble. Then Demo lined himself up behind him. The Bonecrusher clone rimming his dripping tailpipe with his ready cable. “Need more? I got more for you!” the clone waited for a split second for Rumble to tell him ‘no’. When it didn’t come, he thrust his cable violently into him.

“It’ll take more than these freagers to equal Frenzy!” Rumble snorted in defiance. Ignoring Clipper’s concerned expression; he engaged the clone in a passionate kiss. His plug still buried deep within his port. By Primus, he was going to slag every single one of these fraggin’ clones! And he was going to enjoy every astrosecond of it! He didn’t care if his tailpipe was sore for the next couple day cycles!

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“It appears that we do not spark bond with mechs this way,” Spock noted as he leaned on another set of crates. With a few soft clicks and hisses, his cable rolled out and pressurized. Casually, the Hook clone began to stroke himself as he watched the gangbang continue.

The Seeker arched an optic ridge at him, his glossa sliding over his lip components. He could almost taste that black shaft. And the moans and grunts coming from the group that they were watching wasn’t helping much. Scream’s networks screamed for him to join in. To loose himself in the languid passion that surrounded him. Curling his digits into a fist, he sought to control his actions. To be loyal to his mate… But damn! That was getting harder by the second! Scream forced his optics up from Spock’s cable, trying to focus on what the clone was saying. Something about mechs and clones not spark bonding? Yes, that was it.

He glanced over at Rumble. Who was now begging Digger to give it to him harder. The Scrapper clone gasping for air as he sought to comply. He hadn’t thought about it, but Spock was right! Had it been clone-to-clone anal interface, they would’ve all been spark bonding with him. But they weren’t! Scream concentrated, synching his spark with those around him. Gauging their emotions, their fluxing… Sure enough, Rumble’s spark was trying to merge with that of the clone pounding his tail pipes. But something was limiting it. There was a barrier.

As Scream was synching, he curled his digits around something without quite being aware of it. Spock moaned and leaned back further. His cable now in the hands of his leader. The Seeker’s optics turned back to him. Now full of lust… The synching driving him past his reservations.. Past his control… He was one with the passion.. One with every pulsing spark around him.. Bending down he licked his glossa slowly along Spock’s shaft. The sound of the clone’s gasp was music to his audios. Licking it like a lollipop, he enjoyed the slightly metallic flavor. Grabbing Spock’s hips, he drove the spike down his throat. His need to please.. To give others pleasure… His own cable now in his hand… Stroking himself as he pleasured others..

Scrounge’s optics activated, his audios filled with the chorus of lust around him. Dazedly, he rolled to the side as his brothers tossed the overloading Digger to the ground. He barely avoided getting hit dead-on, his unconscious brother’s leg falling on top of him with a loud clang. With a disgusted snort, he roughly tossed him off of him and staggered to his pedes. His optics slowly focusing in on the ongoing action again…

Alchemy was snickering in his normal maniacal manner as he sucked Rumble’s dripping tail pipe for a moment. With a loud smack of metal-on-metal, the chemist began to spank the trembling mech. Shoving his digits in-and-out of him, demanding that he beg for his cable.

The Scavenger clone’s optics opened a little wider as the mech not only begged – but DEMANDED that the MixMaster clone give him better than the other clones had. The young mech was unbelievable! His lust seemingly insatiable! Respect filled Scrounge’s crimson orbs even as his systems reactivated. His glossa itching to taste the mech. To be inside him… But Rumble was too occupied with his gestalt mates. Scrounge had already had his turn.

Then a moan… A murmured curse.. Caught his attention… Shifting his optics, he found himself staring at the rump of his leader. A leader who was now mindlessly blowing Spock, while he jacked himself off…. Eagerness filled Scrounge’s optics as he moved toward Scream’s aft, still on his knees. He could help his leader! Make his leader happy with him! Without even asking Scream’s permission, he ran his digits up his inner thighs. His glossa tracing those closed port panels. Nipping lightly, he begged for entrance.

Scream’s meta went wild as he felt a clone come behind him. Offering to please him as he pleased Spock…. His spark pulsed in synch with the eight around him. Their passion controlling him.. Moaning even as he bobbed his head, he spread his legs and opened his ports. Shivering in anticipation as a hand that wasn’t his surrounded his cable… Taking it from his own hand.. A glossa diving into his dripping forward port.. Promising and delivering true bliss, all at once.

Emboldened by the Seeker’s actions; his lust increasing with the volume of Rumble’s vocalizations – Scrounge stood up… His cable sliding deep into Scream’s forward port even as he kept pumping his fingers in that wonderful port. His other hand stroking the Seeker’s own cable, keeping him on the edge… He felt as one with Scream. Knew the Seeker must be synching them all.

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Rumble smirked as he glanced next to him. Not only had he done all but two of the gestalt, but Scream had lost his control. The Seeker sucking desperately on the Hook clone’s cable right next to him… His red air frame trembling as Scrounge drilled his forward port.. Fraggin’ clone leader, Rumble thought. Slagger’s got no control. No control at all. Just like the freagin’ real Starscream. Who’d slag anything bent over in front of him! And suck ‘ol Megatron anytime he demanded. Ya, Scream thought he was so much better. But he wasn’t! Starscream was an interface addict – and obviously so was his clone!

Alchemy spanked him hard one last time. Rumble’s entire chassis jerking violently as the Constructicon clone succumbed to overload. With a growing sense of triumpth, the young mech listened to the beautiful sound of clone collapsing onto the concrete. ‘And now there’s just one,’ he smirked to himself.

“Want more? Huh little mech,” Hauler asked. He nonchalantly kicked his gestalt member out of the way, positioning himself to enjoy that wet tail pipe now.

Clipper gave him a concerned look. His optics scanning Rumble’s steaming chassis.. “You don’t have to Rumble. You can just say…”

“I ain’t no freagin’ little mech, I’m Rumble! And ya freagin’ clones can’t satisfy me!” the red mech challenged, cutting Clipper off in mid-sentence. He grunted as Hauler slammed into him. The clone’s entrance so rough that it was almost painful… His lack of lubricating himself beforehand, causing a brief flash of friction before Rumble’s own port lubricated him.

“I’ll give ya what ya need. Or do ya need to spark bond? Is that what ya need?” Hauler growled. He drove in deeply, biting Rumble’s back armor viciously. “Ya, you little freager. You need a spark bond don’t ya? But ya’re too afraid to!” he snarled in Rumble’s audios.

“I ain’t ‘fraid of nothing!” Rumble shot back. Without thinking of potential consequences, he lifted up slightly from Clipper. His optics burning with indignant rage.. With the need to prove that he wasn’t afraid. Before Clipper could stop him, he’d ripped open both of their chest access panels. With a scream of defiance, he shoved his cable deeper inside of Clipper, his pressure emptying into the Magnus hybrid’s depths just as he slammed his chest down. Their spark ignited in a flaming brilliance, dancing over the three joined clones.. Adding Hauler’s weak fire to its strength, it roared over the other gestalt members like a blistering firestorm.

Scrounge had just positioned the tip of his cable at Scream’s aft entrance. His spark drawn to the sheer energy of that Eve Spark which beat inside his leader… He needed to feel that spark.. Join with it… Love it.. Just as his soul combined in the fire that was Scream, Rumble’s inferno washed over them all.

The brilliance of the combined Eve spark melded with the mixture of Cybertronian and wild sparks, fueling a fiery tornado of the purest spark energy ever seen since the great Vector Sigma was unleashed upon Cybertron. Like a true fire tornado, the energy rose on torrents of spinning inflow from the nine beings involved. It rose to the very roof of the gigantic hangar. Going through the heavy gauge metal as if it was nothing… It rose twisting into the tortured sky. Blending with the volcanic lightning in a dance of energy and light…

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Over a thousand miles away, at that very moment, two very different types of magma intermingled within the great chamber of Yellowstone. The liquid fire from the inner Earth, reheating the cooler gas-filled dark magma that had once filled the entirety of the chamber… The gases expanded in a flash of energy. Fighting for space to escape through the cracks and fissures where ash and pumice had been ejected for over a month now.

There was not enough space for the gas to escape fast enough. Pressure built to critical levels. And in its final death throes, the super volcano gave the Earth its final blow. A blow that no volcanologist had ever anticipated… The explosion that had destroyed Krakatowa five hundred years before… The bang of which had been heard for thousands of miles around.. Was nothing in comparison..

Nothing in comparison…

Not at all…

To what a supervolcano sixty miles long and twenty miles wide can do – when it self destructs..

With power greater than all of the Earth’s nuclear arsenals combined – Yellowstone blew up. Expelling material upwards of seventy five miles into the stratosphere… With a super-sonic boom that could be heard echoing around the entire hemisphere..

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Poet activated with an ear-piercing wail. Gripping his small chest as his spark felt like it was in rapture. His optics scanned to the top of the tent, as if able to see through the very canvas. He felt like his very core was melting.. Was fusing… All he could feel was the pulse.. The ecstasy of his fellow Eve Spark…

All around the Hangar, every optic lit up. Flashing in brilliance as they each gripped their chest armor and fell onto the ground… Writhing in a mixture of terror and total bliss..

As the humans and Beachcomber looked frantically in disbelief at their clone companions, the entire hangar shook violently. A deafening boom rolling over them… The humans covering their ears in agony as they fell to their knees… Terror in their eyes..

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In one of the collapsed jets on the run way, new life swirled as the combined spark force spread over it. Not truly new life though. But Cybertronian sparks that had haunted Earth for millennia… Ancient sparks, that had yet to be fired.. Sparks left to wander aimlessly. Looking for a purpose.. A reason for being again…

Into clone chassis that were devoid of wild sparks, these ancient yet unborn sparks settled. Alien energy joining them… Swirling the organic material of the bio-degradable shipping pellets around.. Changing it… Converting it to its basic amino acids.. Turning them into nucleic acids… Combining them into specific sequences…. Sequences that hadn’t been seen on Earth since the protohumans first picked up a rock and used it as a tool… Sequences that had yet to even been invented on Cybertron…

Pairs of optics lit up within the confines of the crates. Mechs now gathering strength.. Their sparks feeling the call of the one who’d given them the breath of life again…

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Note: This is what happens when I spend a couple days thinking about a chapter. It goes from 5 pages – to ten!!!!! The Rumble slash scene started by being four paragraphs long… And well, you see how it ended up. So if it made you so hot that you had to lock the door… I’d really appreciate a review for my five hours of work… Because this particular chapter took me longer to write than any other to date!

And the twists are yet to come... Put your seatbelt on for Eve Sparks pt 4!
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