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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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**Ghosts from the Past part 4**

**Eve Sparks 7**

**An Arc within the New Age**”

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

“Are you sure you don’t want me to?” Sharon asked Scream. Her dark eyes were soft as she gently stroked his wing.

The Seeker gnawed on his lower lip as he thought. His red optics tracking the half-pint mute clone as Poet romped around with the new Ravage clone; his muteness possibly broken as he yelled ‘KeKe KeKe!’ while he laughed and played with the cat. He felt like an older brother to the abused Wheelie clone. An older brother because he understood his pain… And he understood it – because he remembered his own tormented early life.

Would those very memories be affected if Sharon erased those memory echoes from Starscream? How would he understand those strange feelings of it being ‘right’ for Tron to have done what he had done? He shifted his optics to Charge and Doc. The understanding clones who had helped him. Who had held him as he had screamed and struggled through those very memory echoes that Sharon was offering to erase. How would he feel about them without those memories? How would he understand his deep connection with Charge that transcended his own experiences as a clone?

Scream’s optics drifted back to Poet’s playing. In the background was the ever-present hovering ant. The ant was a strange mech. Very strange. His own meta programming locked into that of the DNA he’d been meshed with so long ago. He was more organic than mech in that regard, Dinobot had explained. It was the one weakness of the future mechs. But Inferno seemed so happy being locked into a rigid pattern of behavior and thought. He was literally thrilled to be part of a ‘large and growing’ colony that had ‘multiple queens’. His thought patterns having identified all breeding-able clones and human women as such. Would Inferno wish to be returned to ‘normal mech thought patterns’ if Sharon were able? Scream contemplated on the idea for a moment. No, Inferno was happy how he was. Regardless of how limited and rigid it seemed to others. He was happy; he would not wish to be changed.

His optics drifted to the pair of femme clones who were waxing each other. They roved over their curved chassis’ with an almost envious gleam. Scream felt a sense of wrongness within himself when he looked at those femmes. Felt the renewed urge to inflict damage upon his own chassis. He now understood WHY he felt this way, but it didn’t make it any easier. He now understood WHY Starscream had so hated all femmes and had tried again and again to off line any he came across. Deep inside, Starscream wanted to have those same curves. And he, Scream, also had those same emotions. Those same feelings of self-hate…

He shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. The chain rattled on his left arm again, chaffing against his armor. He looked down in disgust at it. Understanding why his family and friends had felt the need to chain him. To keep him attached to a clone who would supervise his actions at all times - To keep him from unconsciously trying to damage himself again. The deep gouges and scratches on his thighs and lower legs were a testament to the last time they had dared to leave him unsupervised.

He met Sharon’s eyes then. The concern for him easily read in their depths. “No, I’m fine with them,” he replied in a flat tone.

“You are not fine Scream. You’re hurting inside, that’s why you’ve been self-inflicting damage,” Sharon said in a soft voice. Reaching forward, she touched his battered cheek. The scratches from his most recent ‘panic attack’ or whatever it had been, still obvious… Scream was not mentally stable, not at all. Something had to be done. Something besides Doc and Charge taking turns being shackled to him. “Tell us what’s inside you. What’s causing you to try and destroy yourself.”

Scream’s optics filled with mineral oil tears. His optics drifted back to the femmes. Those beautiful chassis…. Those gentle curves… He rubbed his fingers on the sharp angles of his own armor. He felt so – ugly… He felt like he was in the wrong chassis.. The wrong airframe… But that was illogical! His meta screamed. It meant that he was insane..

He couldn’t be insane…

Not again…..

“Nothing…. Nothing’s inside me,” he stated in a flat tone. His optics hardened again as he stood up. With a jerk, he forced Doc to his pedes as well. If the freager was determined to stay shackled to him, then the freager would have to slaggin’ follow him around! “It’s time to plan the next scavenging mission.” He dragged the First Aid clone along as he marched towards the group of human men and clones.

Charge put his arm around Sharon as tears streamed down her face. “Shhhhh, eventually he’d open up,” he whispered. His optics tracked the red Seeker as he dragged the poor medic along. Scream was hurting inside. Hurting far beyond what any of them could understand. And they wouldn’t understand until he opened up. All they could do was wait and support him. Keep him from off-lining himself when he had those frantic attacks.

Sharon sniffed, her shoulders shaking with her brief sob. Her heart was being ripped out. Scream was her first son. Her ‘first born’ in so many ways! She had watched him come out of his abuse and become strong. Now, to see him regress to this…. To something even worse than the insane clone she had once pulled tacks out of – was heartbreaking… His agony was fully mental. Something she couldn’t repair with a set of pliers.. Something she couldn’t repair with her laptop – unless he agreed to it… “I hope so Charge… I really hope so..”

The Optimus clone stroked the long gray strands of her hair, his optics full of worry as he watched his co-leader discussing the scavenging mission. They needed to spark the new clones now that all of them had the precursors. The temperature was dropping even further outside. The normal Indiana winter was coming on with greater strength since the volcanic winter had added it’s fury to it. Their scavenging team was having to go far and wide now to procure supplies. They were facing resistance with roaming bands of ownerless and infected clones with greater frequency. And with each mission, the risk was getting higher while the supplies obtained were fewer. It was time to start organizing a move…

They couldn’t move out and risk exposing the unsparked clones to the virus… That would be suicide for those clones! But they couldn’t stay and risk running out of supplies for their human friends. It was a catch twenty-two. Either way, they couldn’t wait for Scream to come out of his mental issues…

Charge’s optics drifted to the giggling half-pint. The youngster zipping about as he and ‘KeKe’ played cat and mouse. Poet was finally healing a little. The connection that he had developed with the Ravage clone seemed to have given him more confidence. The feline had quickly realized that Poet was one of the most valuable clones functioning. And like all good Decepticon clones, he’d latched onto one ‘in an enviable position’ in order to increase his own value and position. But the cat had gotten something else in return for his dedication to Poet. He’d gotten Poet’s undying dedication and dependence on him. They were never seen apart now. The cat always protecting his chosen partner, and Poet always playing the games that KeKe wanted to..

With a sigh, the Optimus clone realized that he just couldn’t ask Poet to spark bond with one of the sparked clones. The youngster was still much damaged mentally. Very untrusting… Very afraid… No, Scream would have to. He was their only other Eve Spark. Even in his depressed state of mind, he’d understand his responsibility to his fellow clones. Just as he was helping to orchestrate the scavenging missions for his human friends – he would spark bond for his fellow clones.

Standing up, Charge offered his hand to Sharon. “Well, I guess you should go help TC now. Don’t worry about Scream; we’ll keep him safe from himself.”

She gave him a hug. “I know Charge. I never doubted yours and Doc’s concern for him. It’s just… It’s just I hope he comes through this. He’s already lived through so much.”

“I hope so too. Perhaps tonight will help him.” His optics darkened slightly. Just as Scream would have to spark bond for his fellow clones – Charge would as well. The responsibility rested heavily on his stout shoulders. A responsibility that even the real Optimus had never carried…. In a sense, Charge felt like he and Scream were locked into their fates. Ordered by a silent god to bring forth life in the darkness of their world….

With a sigh, she patted his arm. Her eyes drifting to the darting form of Poet as he played. “I hope so. And one day, it won’t be all on your shoulders Charge. One day…” With that, she whistled to the cat.

Charge watched the older woman as she walked off. The small clone and the cat trotting along happily after her…. In just the short time since he’d been activated, he’d seen her age years. The disaster of her world and the responsibilities she now had, were weighing her down. She was now everyone’s mother… Everyone’s confidant… Everyone’s strength….

Forcing himself to stand straight again, he turned and walked towards the planning team. Towards his soft-spoken white mate and his deeply troubled red mate. If Sharon could stay strong and accept the responsibilities heaped on top of her slight shoulders – he could as well……

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‘Another scavenging mission – another battle’... Dinobot contemplated on this as he knelt and bowed his head over the hilt of his blade. “My path seems inexplicably linked with the humans. A destiny which I do not sttttttttt falter from,” he whispered to himself. The silent fuselage of the plane’s cargo hold seemed to agree with his assessment.

“Forever linked, the great silver knight stands firm,” a female voice softly answered.

“Grrrrrrrr, who dares intrude upon my ssssssssssstttt solitude?!” Dinobot spun around, his weapon ready.

His quick action startled the young woman. She stepped back, her eyes wide.

“Foolish fleshling! grrrrrrrr, the ignorance of thy actions shall be your sssssssss demise!” he snorted as he removed his blade from it’s position at her throat. Stepping back, the mech glared down at her. True, he had to protect her because she was of breeding age, but she was becoming annoying. Her urge to pop up on him whenever he sought solitude for thought – was grating on his last optic fiber!

Gulping, she straightened her shoulders and looked up at the taller mech. He was a few inches taller than the average clone, and even they were tall compared to her five-foot-six-inch frame. But this was what her family had waited for. Had predicted… Dinobot was so standoffish that she had been unsure of how to approach him. But she had to. Those legends… Here they stood in front of her… She met his optics. “The legend stands, once again given breath. To return, to fight – to guide the family towards the light.”

Dinobot narrowed his optics as he glared down at the woman. Her attempts at putting thoughts into prose was intriguing. He had assumed that he was the only being capable of it. But just why was the human medic so interested in him – and what did she mean by her words? It was most obviously concerning himself. Perhaps he should play this word game and find out what this was all about? He had few other options since chasing her off hadn’t worked so far. “Once again given breath, grrrrrrr, to live – to die as a warrior in the ash of time.” He flexed his shoulders back, awaiting her response.

So he was finally going to talk with her? Great! Jane gave him her warmest smile. The smile she’d used to break so many boys’ hearts in the past. “The ash it builds but alas it is a small adversary compared to the vanquished demon of the past and future.”

Dinobot cocked his head, his curiosity now fully piqued. There was only one ‘demon’ of both the past and future. Only one whom she could be referring to! But how could she have known? Although he’d told the Unit of the Maximals/Predacons future rising – which was in fact his past – he had left out most of his personal life history. It had not been necessary for them to know anything more than the fact that he and others had accidentally gone through a worm hole and ended up in the past. “Grrrrrrrr, how does a young maiden know of the sssssssss twisted demon?”

Jane felt her skin tingle all over. For generations uncountable her family had waited for this very moment. This moment to reconnect with the savior! The truth passed down from mother to daughter. Whispers of it had sparked many legends, many religions, within the human culture throughout millennia. But those outside the blood line never heard the totality of the truth. Never saw the artifact. It was as much her destiny as it was Dinobot’s. Reaching under her shirt, she pulled out the necklace. A talisman that had been restrung since the beginning of time… Protected and coveted by the maternal line.. “Twice thy saved us. We are forever indebted. Our hearts forever captured by the silver knight that is you.”

His optics opened wide in shock. Reaching down, he touched the woman’s talisman with a trembling claw. It was one of his original teeth! A fang that Megatron had knocked out during his first death…. A death that had protected the protohumans so long ago! How could these short-lived creatures have remembered it? It had to have occurred a hundred-thousand generations before Jane’s birth! But… But somehow they had remembered. His legend had been preserved…

It was the greatest compliment for a warrior…. To be remembered… To be revered for his sacrifices…..

Emotion overcame him; he fell to his knees in front of her. His optics now level with her sky-blue eyes. His claw curled around the talisman that had once been a piece of him. “How does thy grrrrrrrr remember me? Tell me the sssssstttt tale!”

Jane curled her fingers around his claw and looked deeply into his glowing orbs. She tried to ignore the natural repulsion to his almost-skeletal appearance. Instead, concentrating on his soul….. On his honorable soul…. This was the original silver knight who had fought the dragon. The silver knight who had spawned the evolution of her species… Spawned the tales of greatness that so many generations of men had died trying to emulate… So she began the tale that had flowed from the lips of every mother to daughter since the first mother:

“Thy stood over us, thy sword shattered, thy life slipping away. The dragon ready to strike yet again. Ready to strike thy down and destroy my people. But thy ignored the warnings. Thy grabbed rock and stick and bravely fought on. Allowing us the time to escape. My people watched thy die as we hid in the cliffs. And when thy fellow knights left thy body under the rocks, we came down. We both grieved and celebrated….

A second time thy came to life. First to make us flee in fear and then to save us from the metal terror. We took thy rock and stick weapon and made it our own. We learned as we grew….”

Jane paused, daring to reach out with her other hand, fingers touching his terrifying façade. He was warm to her fingertips. Like a clone, but yet different…. This mech, so different in thought and action to the other mechs… So deep….

“My tribe became the Neanderthals. The northern wastelands were our haunt for millennia. We kept the talisman safe. Kept the legend on our lips. The mother’s daughters became the healers, the medicine women. And the sacred knowledge was passed down.

But then a new species arose. Our cousins flooded our lands. The warmth of the new Earth as the climate changed drove us to the brink. But we knew that the knowledge couldn’t die! So we joined with the new species, integrated with them, bred to them, became them…..”

Tears filled her eyes as she spoke. The terrifying visage of the ancient silver knight no longer seemed so terrifying. It seemed comforting now. He was here. Her species would continue…

“I am the last of the line. The last female to carry the same mitochondria and DNA of the Neanderthals – though many men still carry it. This disaster was predicted. And when the Earth returns to ice, the Neanderthal blood shall persevere and flourish. We are to join with the silver knight again.”

Dinobot stared at her in frank disbelief. He touched a descendant of the very protohumans that he had sacrificed himself for! And his legend had survived…. To a warrior, that meant everything.. That meant more than life itself! And it seemed that she was pledging herself to him. What did that mean? “What do thy mean ‘join’?” he asked.

Jane’s lips trembled with fear. She hadn’t found the clones to her liking. She’d always preferred flesh, preferred her own species. But the legend had said, had dictated – and she could not disobey. It was the future.. And this skeletal mech was the silver knight. “I am yours to command in all ways my knight,” she said. Bowing down, she lowered her head in sublimation.

His jaw dropped, his ragged dental plates clanged against each other in disbelief. Sure, he had fought to lead the Maximals for a brief period. But he’d never truly lusted to control every aspect of another being’s life. And here was a human he’d only recently come to know, giving her oath of loyalty to him! Standing up, he stepped back, wary at his own emotions concerning this. She was a fleshie! An organic! It went against Cybertronic ethics to be more than just friends or associates with an organic!

But yet….. Isn’t that just how the mechs had evolved? Had gone from totally inorganic machines such as Beachcomber and Rumble – and become the half-organic mechs like himself? The blasphemy of Bumblebee’s love for Sari - which created the first proto-Maximal Vishal? The transmetal velociraptor contemplated on it all. He was not genetically his original form. He was the form that the Vok had mutated so long ago. While Bumblebee and his human lover had medics help create their offspring – they had done so because of the size differences. There was a possibility that he had no such limitations…

“Jane?” he asked, still keeping his distance. He had to know what the future held. Had to know the potential complications which might arise..

She looked up, her eyes mirroring his own trepidation. She too was unsure. “Yes?”

“You are the human’s medic. Grrrrrrrr, you must tell me… Tell me what potential consequences might arise from sssssssstttt a pairing between us?” He narrowed his optics at her even as he nodded for her to rise. If there were too many complications, he would merely train her to be his partner in battle. With her ECE on, she could conceivably become a decent warrior.

Twiddling one of her long braids, Jane shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know until I study some samples with Petri.”

He cocked his head, his optics glittering in the dark of the plane’s interior. Only the low light which came up from the open cargo doors filtered in, giving just enough light for the human to see. She didn’t have the advantage of infrared like he did. “So, ssssssttttt, we study the possibilities before we sssshhhhttttt act. This is grrrrrrrr satisfactory.” For the first time, he allowed a half-grin to cross his face plate. His opinion of the human had substantially increased because of her need to learn and prepare. He liked a warrior – well, potential mate – whom didn’t rush into anything.

She relaxed a bit. Now that she knew Dinobot would prefer to discuss things prior to engaging in anything, she knew that it wouldn’t be as hard as she’d thought it would be. Obviously, he had similar views on it that she had. “Well, I guess we need to get samples then.” She sat down on a crate, intending to wait for him to give her said sample.

“What type of ssssttttt samples?” he asked her. He’d assumed that she’d be doing some type of mouth scraping with a q-tip or something. Just like he’d seen her doing to Torie when the dark-skinned girl had complained of a sore throat….

Stuffing the tooth necklace back under her shirt, Jane gave him a grin as she fished in a pocket. Pulling out a plastic cup, she tossed it to him. “A sample of your ejaculate.”

Dinobot bolted upright as if shot. He nimbly caught the plastic cup and stared at her like she was glitched or something. “I am the same as every mech,” he growled.

“You told us that you were changed by the Vok. That could’ve affected all your systems. Have you self-interfaced since then?” she asked. She was desperately trying to maintain a calm professionalism about it all. But his reaction was so – human – that it was cute!

He looked down at the empty cup, then back up at her. He never gave himself time for things like that. He simply repressed the urge. Funneled the build up and released it as aggression in battle. To be honest, he’d never self-interfaced in his life! “No, I do not grrrrrrr waste my energy on ssssssttttt useless actions.”

“Well, this time it’s not useless. I need you to provide a sample in that cup.” She stood up. “Do you need some privacy?” She motioned that she’d leave the plane if he wanted.

If he could blush, he would’ve! This situation was so awkward, so alien to him – that he simply didn’t know how he should react. She needed a sample so that they could decide on future actions with solid facts. It was simple and logical. He couldn’t argue with that point. He glanced down at his claws, then at his latched crankcase, then back at his claws. Ok, now there was a problem: Claws aren’t good for self-interfacing with one’s cable. This could turn out to be quite the painful experience.

Jane noticed his glances. The doubt in his optics as he flexed his claws and looked at his crotch…. Just as he saw the issue – she did. The poor mech probably couldn’t masturbate! Shit, she hadn’t thought of that! How could they solve this dilemma??? Jane balled her fingers into her sweating palms. But then looked down at her hands… Her flesh was soft.. She’d played with her various boyfriends before like that. ‘Milked’ them if you may…. But to do the same for a mech? She looked back up at Dinobot. Met his uncertain optics…. “Well, ummm, guess I should’ve realized that your physiology makes that a little difficult.”

He steeled himself to not show his own lack of confidence. He was a warrior! He feared nothing! But yes, she was right. This would be a hard task if not impossible task. “Difficult, but not grrrrrrrrrrr impossible.” Well, at least he hoped so. “Leave me now. I will ssssssttttt call you when I have your sample.”

“Are you sure?” she asked with uncertainty coloring her tone.

He turned his back to her. “Grrrrrr leave me.”

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She waited outside the jet. Sitting on one of the gigantic tires, she tried to be patient as the minutes turned into thirty, then forty. And still no call from him. Finally, she hopped off the tire and tip-toed up the ramp.

About half-way up, she could hear his faint snarls of disgust. Obviously, he wasn’t able to self-interface, the poor thing. Gulping back her slight nausea at what she knew she had to do, she walked up the ramp.

At the sound of her footsteps, Dinobot looked up. He was sitting on a stack of pallets, his cable out and pressurized. But his efforts to pleasure himself were in vain. His claws just not giving him any - no matter how he tried to curl them around it! He threw the plastic cup at the woman in frustration. “This is grrrrrrrr pointless! There will be no physical relations between sssssst us!”

Jane caught the cup as it skidded along the ground. “Let me assist you.”

“I need no grrrrrrrr assistance! I need no physical interface – it is a waste of…. Ugggghhhhhhh!” She had grabbed his cable before he finished his sentence, batting away his claws. “Let go ssssssttttt of me!” he demanded. He curled his claws around her arms, deciding he’d just pry her hands off him. He had to be careful though. He didn’t want to hurt the human – or cause her to damage his cable for that matter.

She stroked him with a firm hand before he could really start prying her fingers off him. If she stopped now, there’d be no way that she could get up the nerves to do this again. So it was now or never. Bending down, she gently licked the tip of his shaft. “Shhhhh Dinobot, it’s ok to feel pleasure,” she whispered. Another stroke, another lick…. She was trying to imagine that he was a gorgeous man – not a horror show freak.

Dinobot’s claws relaxed their grip around her arms. A shock of pure electricity seemed to bolt from her organic tongue through his shaft. It blew through his system networks, causing his entire chassis to jerk. “I.. grrrrrrr…. I …” he stammered, not knowing how to react.. What to say… He wanted her to stop. He’d off line if she stopped. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t live without it….

“You’ll lean back and enjoy. Just warn me before you cum,” she softly ordered. With one hand, she pushed his chest, forcing him to slouch back against the fuselage behind him.

Dinobot stared at her as his shaft disappeared into her mouth. The warm wetness caused every sensor that he’d forgotten that he had – to go absolutely crazy! And her tongue… Her soft tongue… Swirled around his jack.. Flicked the tip just so… He gripped her shoulders as he moaned. Careful not to dig his claws into her soft flesh..

In-and-out his cable slipped…

He bucked against her.. His optics flashing as they sought to deactivate… His pressure building… Building… But then he felt something strange within him.. A tightness building inside his abdomen.. It felt like a hot ember firing to life… Raging into an inferno..

“Jane… grrrrrrr…. I….. Ahhhhhhhhh..” he gasped as his entire chassis hummed loudly. His linkages tightened all at once.

Jane pulled her mouth off of him. Stroking him rapidly with one hand, she reached over and grabbed the cup in a single swift motion. She pumped him, aiming him at it. Just as she watched his physical reactions, her mind comparing him to the men she’d been with.

Dinobot felt a strange rush. Not the release of hydraulic pressure that he was anticipating – but something far different. The inferno within his abdomen shot a flame through him… It rushed down through the length of his cable. Giving him the sensation of a pleasurable explosion at the end… He spasmed as these miniexplosions of ejected material flew from his systems. His optics off-lined… And he briefly fell down the cliff of ecstasy…

The stream of ejaculate that sprayed into the cup fascinated the woman. Pumping him until he did nothing more than a few drips, she finished. Holding up the clear plastic cup to the low light, she studied it. The medical student in her completely fascinated by its properties! Unlike human semen, Dinobot’s was silver in color and glowed with a strange energy. She just had to get this to Petri so they could study it! Screwing the top onto the cup, she tucked it into her jacket. She didn’t want it to cool and possibly kill any cells they might find!

Dinobot’s optics flashed as they reactivated. He felt disoriented. Almost drugged… It was unsettling to a warrior who had always prided himself on control! But it felt so, so good…. He felt Jane pat his thigh…

“That wasn’t so bad now – was it?” she purred. Giving him a wry grin, she reached up and outlined his strange optics with a finger.

He struggled to sit up straight. Every linkage in his chassis felt like it had been replaced with soft rubber. He didn’t like to feel like this. He thrilled to feel like this! Confusion settled over his meta. Confusion that a mere human could have done this to his systems! But it hadn’t been terribly bad. In fact, he already longed to have her do this again. Human hands and mouths were very good for self-interfacing! “No, grrrrrrrr, it was reasonably enjoyable.”

Jane shook her head in humor. The mech was so standoffish…. So worried about showing his true emotions! She was actually starting to find him somehow attractive. Perhaps because he would be so hard to catch? Giving him another soft pat, she gave him a nod before she turned to leave. “By the way, we might need more samples – so get some rest,” she called back.

Dinobot growled in reply. But as she disappeared, he allowed his jellow-linkaged chassis slide to the hard floor. Shifting to a fairly comfortable position, he initiated the defrag sequence. His final thought before the darkness filled his meta was that he strangely hoped that she needed more than just a few samples……

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Note: ***snicker** Did I manage to shock you guys again? Boy this is fun!!!! Should I work on another couple in a seperate arc for a few? If so, which couple? But don't worry, I'll come back to this...
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