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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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17. Stink Bomb

“Well, we’re going to collect the supplies. You sure you’re going to be ok with the sparklings?” Mirage asked Grapple. He glanced at the happy sparklings who were now playing ‘chase the femme’ around the boulders that dotted their landing site. Razor was more than able to handle the three little mechs. Mirage couldn’t help but swell up with pride of his girl.

Grapple shrugged and gave him a smile. “Sure, we’re so far away from civilization; I don’t think anything will happen.” But he rubbed his gun, just to make sure they knew he was more than ready if something DID happen.

Hunter looked down at the tiniest sparkling and snorted. “Well, at least there doesn’t appear to be anything that can happen – but one never knows.” She glanced at Wheeljack, and he swore she gave him a wink.

The inventor sighed, why did HE have the one sparkling that was forever getting into trouble? But then again, Rat did seem to have the highest intellect of the siblings. If he wasn’t helping Wheeljack invent something – then he was off trying to ‘improve’ something. Unfortunately, that normally meant the equipment needed a complete overhaul afterwards in order to run again… But like father – like son.

“I’ll keep my optic on the little one, don’t worry,” Grapple assured them.

“Well, I guess the proper phrase would be ‘good luck’,” Hunter said as she transformed.

Wheeljack glanced at Mirage as they climbed aboard. The femme actually seemed to be in a reasonably good mood this cycle. And though her jokes were dripping with sarcasm – at least they were jokes. “Hey Hunter, I’ve got a question for you,” Wheeljack said.

Adjusting her outflow, the stealth Seeker lifted up vertically. Then the whine of servos could be heard as she shifted her thrust vectoring mechanism and shot forward. The four tiny siblings waved as she disappeared. “What is your question Wheeljack?” Hunter asked.

Wheeljack gripped her intake as he braced himself against her tailfin on his side. The wind whistled over his frame. It was faster riding this way, but he’d still rather feel the pavement under his tires. Shaking his head slightly, he forced those thoughts from his meta. “Why haven’t the sparklings increased in size?” he asked.

“One never knows how a dimension affects Guardian development. We are different in each one as we adapt to it,” Hunter replied. They could feel a dismissive shrug.

“So that could just be as big as they’ll get?” Mirage asked. If they stayed that small, just what would they end up with as alt modes? Not to mention, how would they protect the Galaxy from whatever they were supposed to protect it from?

“Guardians fight with strategy – not brawn as you do,” she snorted. True, it had also perplexed her as well, but she had no choice in the matter. If her offspring were only going to be the size of minicons – then she’d just figure out how to train them as such. Primus, what’d she give to have her sire’s team of star saber mincons sometimes! But she was no longer in the Armada dimension; she was trapped in this one.

“You said that you were built, and then your mother infused you with your spark. Just as Vector Sigma does us. So how are these protoforms going to get alt modes?” Mirage asked. And he wondered just how much longer they needed to mature until they did so.

“Hmmmm, indeed that is a rather perplexing problem. In my home dimension the minicons scanned their own alt modes and converted,” Hunter replied. Unfortunately, her offspring hadn’t shown such compunction.

“I have an idea,” Wheeljack offered.

“Is this another one of your illogical inventions?” she snorted.

Mirage patted her wing as he grinned at his friend. “Hey, at least they WORK now that he’s playing with your technology,” he teased.

“Very funny Mirage, very funny,” Wheeljack retorted. But then his face plate brightened up. “Well you see I’ve been working on these escape pods for the sparklings. You know, just in case.. But not only can they support them while they’re in stasis, I’ve modified their scanning systems to interface with the protoforms. The pod itself could scan the alt mode and modify the protoform.”

“Interesting concept. But what if they are on a planet without machinery to scan? What will happen then?” Hunter asked.

“No biggie. Since you guardians are half-carbon based, I modified it to scan for either organic or mechanic forms. That way, Guardians can disguise themselves and blend in, no matter what type of world they’re on,” he explained.

Suddenly, the femme began to snicker. “How ironic. How ironic indeed!” she said between chuckles. She knew her grandmother would’ve given anything to be the size of minicons – with a ‘human’ alt mode. It had been no secret of how tightly Raptor had grasped to her fading ‘human side’. And now her great-grandsparklings would have the potential for such. Yes, so ironic..

“What’s ironic?” Mirage asked with narrowed optics.

“History forever repeating itself in strange ways. Yes, very strange ways indeed,” Hunter snickered, but did not go into detail. The fact that Guardians were different because their original spark came from an organic species, was not something that these Cybertronians needed to know.

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Back at the ship, the sparklings were having a blast. Grapple had brought of some of the new escape pods and was showing the little sparklings how to get in and lock the protective canopies over themselves. This little ‘disaster drill’ was highly entertaining to the sparklings. They jumped gleefully into their little pods, grabbing the controls and making ‘bam-bam’ sounds as they pretended that they were in space ships in a battle against each other. With a smile, Grapple sat back and smiled as he watched the sparklings fight their imaginary battles.

Rat grinned as the hatch came down over him. Glancing at all the cool controls in the deactivated pod, he tapped a few. “I’m going bomb-shell you’re afts!” he snickered as he made ‘boom’ sounds and pressed a button or two. Suddenly, the pod activated, locking the canopy down over him. Its activation, caused the other three pods to activate as well. The sparklings screamed, banging on the clear canopies as they tried to get out.

Grapple came out of his happy daze. His optics widening in horror as he noticed all the sparklings were trapped. Rushing to the closest pod, he reached out to try and pry the canopy off. But was thrown back as the protective force field around it, repelled him..

“Scanning….. Scannning…” the four pod computers said in synch.

Grapple crawled back away from them. “//Wheeljack! The sparklings are stuck in those pods of yours! I can’t get them out!//” he radioed in panic.

“//What do you mean – they’re stuck in them?!?//” Wheeljack asked.

“//Well, I was giving them a disaster drill, so I brought the pods out. But the things have activated,//” Grapple explained.

“//Of all the stupid, numbskull,….//” Hunter began to rant. Her rant was cut off as Wheeljack got back on.

“//What are the pods doing now?//” he asked Grapple.

“//They’re scanning for something or the other, but their shields are up so I can’t approach them!//” the architect told them, his voice full of worry. His sons were in there. Trapped, helpless….

“Slag! Well, we’ll be there….” Wheeljack’s last words were cut off as the Seeker teleported them all back. They appeared right behind Grapple.

Hunter shoved Wheeljack. “Fix those pods! Get them out of there!” she screamed. Her weapon systems came online. She’d get through those shields one way or another! Her sparklings were in them!

“Frag it Hunter! Shut off your weapons! You’ll kill them if you hit those pods!” Mirage barked. He kicked her hard, causing her to land on her afterburners on the rock strewn ground.

“What’s happening Wheeljack!?!” Grapple asked, his optics pleading with his mate to save their sparklings.

Wheeljack studied the pods from afar. “They’ve accidentally activated them. They’re doing automatic scans for alt mode forms.”

“But this is a freagin’ organic planet, and we’re too far from the settled regions for them to scan vehicles!” Hunter screeched as she picked herself up off the ground. Her optics briefly met Mirage’s – silently warning him that she didn’t appreciate the little kick much. She strolled up to Wheeljack, grabbing him by his throat and bringing him up to her face. “If my sparklings die because of your inventions, I’m going to…”

“Calm down, calm down… If there are no mechanical alt modes, they’ll automatically scan for organic alt modes!” Wheeljack explained as he held up his hands. He glanced at the life scurrying and flying around their location. There were plenty of alt modes for the pods to choose from here!

“You better hope so,” she snarled as she threw him down on the ground. Her optics turned to the strange small pods. Her fingers balled up into fists as she waited for them to be done ‘scanning’. She hated this feeling of helplessness. Hated it..

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“Oh WOW, now that was a pain in the slaggin’ meta,” Rat griped as the hatch to his pod lifted. He climbed over the side, slipped, and promptly fell on his aft. Picking himself up, he began to dust himself off, when he felt – fur! “What in the slag?!?” he yelped. He looked down at his arms and legs. Then turned to look in the side of the pod, where it was kind of reflective.

“You too?” Tiger said as he walked over.

Rat looked up-and-down at his reflection, and then turned and stared at his half-brother. “Well, I must say,” he looked at himself again, “that I’m one gooooooddddd looooooking mech now. Better than YOU!” he snickered as he pocked his finger into Tiger’s white, furry chest. “And what’s that on your chest?! Some kind of fur rug or something?”

“Ewwww, What’s that smell?” Cheetah asked as he walked up. Seeing his brothers in their new forms, his mouth fell open in total shock. He stood there in total disbelief as Razor walked by him.

Rat walked up to him and smacked him on his helm. “Hey, boy scout. Haven’t you ever seen freagin’ mechs before? Sheeze!”

“We’re…. We’re mechs now?!?” Cheetah stammered.

“Well, duh.. What do I look like – chopped liver?” Rat twirled around like he was some kind of model. “Oh the femmes are just gonna luuuuvvv this new look!” he snickered.

“But not the smell!” Hunter’s voice said. The four small mechs looked up at their mother. She glared down at Rat. “What is that stench that tortures my olfactory sensors?!” she grumbled. She took a few deep intakes, and narrowed it down to her least favorite offspring. Picking him up, she carried him over to Wheeljack and unceremoniously dropped him into his father’s hand. “WHAT did your machine do to him?! I demand that you fix it immediately!”

“Can’t. Whatever was scanned is now their alt modes,” Wheeljack explained as he looked down at his diminutive son. “It’s ok Rat. So what do you transform into?” he asked in a soft voice. Gently, he set his son on the ground and stepped back.

Mirage nodded to his own tiny daughter as he set her down. She stared up at him, confusion in her optics, and then looked down at her chassis again.

Grapple’s two sons walked over and stood with their siblings. All of them now stared at each other, not quite understanding what they were supposed to do… “Well, I’ll give it a whirl,” Cheetah said with a shrug. He stepped forward, transforming in a blur of motion. A spotted hunting cat now stood there.

The other three quickly followed suit. And a white and black striped cat, a rat, and a bird of prey now looked up at their mech parents.

“No, NO! This cannot be happening!” Hunter yelled in dismay. She turned and stormed off, unable to look at her offspring.

The four siblings turned to each other, tears flowing from their organic eyes. They’d always tried so hard to be what she was. But they weren’t. They never would be. Their fathers picked them up; comforting them with kisses and hugs.

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Wheeljack slowly made his way up the bluff, his son on his bumper. He could see the femme sitting there silently, her optics staring over the planet’s surface. As he approached, did he actually see tears glistening on her face?!? TEARS?!? “Hey, um, Hunter? Can we sit with you?” he asked softly as he placed a hand on one of her wings.

“Leave me alone Autobot. Go back to your faction. Take them,” she glanced down at the rat, “with you.” She buried her head in her hands.

Signaling his son to stay quiet, Wheeljack forced her to look at him. “What’s wrong Hunter? Why aren’t they Guardians like you?” he asked.

Roughly, she hit his hands away. “Because I failed! Just as I can’t create the gems – It seems I can’t even create new Guardians! A true testament to the irony which is my existence!” She turned away from him again. “Leave me. Go back to your faction. I free you and the others from your oaths. Take… the new species… back with you.. They are not Guardians.”

Rat transformed, and eluding his father’s grasping hands he jumped onto his mother’s helm and pounded his fists down on it. Reaching up, Hunter extracted him from her helm. As she brought him down, he glared into her optics. “How dare you call US useless! We’re your offspring. You’re supposed to freagin’ cherish us and love us – no matter what! We’re not the pieces of slag – YOU are!!!” he wiggled out of her grasp and leapt to the ground. He turned for a brief moment. “Oh, and by the way, you’re a worthless fragger who can’t even keep her own oath to protect us!” With a final humph, he transformed and scurried back towards the ship.

Wheeljack stood up, giving her one last pat, he said, “You’re welcome to come with us Hunter. The Autobots would accept you.” He didn’t truly understand what had gone on. And he doubted the arrogant femme would ever truly tell him. But as tiny as the new mechs were, they NEEDED the protection of the Autobots. As he walked back to the ship, he gulped down his own rising anxiety. For he’d have to face his past again… He’d have to admit to Ratchet just how unclean his spark now was…

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Hunter sat there for a long time, staring into the distance. Something called her to join them, a slight hint of a mother’s instinct perhaps… But regardless of what it was, she slowly turned and walked with heavy thrusters back to the ship… Back to face an uncertain future… With no honor…. No glory… Only failure to show for her existence since she’d been in this dimension…
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